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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 10:26 pm

TEARS OF HEAVEN
[ Night Club ]
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(This Role-Play is only for the events within or around the night club.)

Tears of Heaven is a one story building placed near the harbor. The entrance set in a dimly lit alley off of the main river road. The doors are large metal double doors placed past a set of stairs leading down. They are guarded by two bouncers at all times. It appears to be a normal popular night location.

Inside the doors you come upon a small bar off to the side of a large dance floor. The floor is a multicolor light palette that illuminates the figures of the dancers with every step. There are many flashing lights around the ceiling providing counter points to the beats of music.

The bar is dark black alloy of unknown material with plenty of seating. A few bartenders are stationed behind it, and behind them a large wall of glass bottles. There are scattered tables for extra seating of the same mysterious material. The chairs have stunning red cushions.

Tears of Heaven prides itself on the diversity of clients. Although it is a well known and popular night life location like any other place in neutral territory it has it's other side. Unknown to most it functions as an intelligence broker. The owner of the club being one of the best library for needed information. For the right price.

Owner:
Valerie, that's the only name anyone knows her by. She's an acquired taste and there's no doubt she's someone you don't mess with. Though she looks young for a club owner, appearing in only her mid-twenties. Word on the street is she's a fair dealer, as long as you keep to your promises "It's all good business".

She might not have an army to fight for her, but she doesn't need one. The only true protector she has is her husband Raphael. He's an extravagant creature who's loyalty is to her and only her. Though some say he's a bit paranoid when it comes to her safety. Rumors may say that he protects her no matter what, however even he knows she can handle herself. The only other thing known about him is a strange rumor. One that says he's an angel who strayed from his goddess to devote himself only to Vallerie.

Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:32 pm

I am your G O D D E S S for hire
a S H A D O W, a M O U N T A I N, a F I R E
When it's info you need
I have what you seek
If you pay me the P R I C E I require

~ |[ V A L E R I E ]| ~

During the midday hours the building that held Tears of Heaven was a pale imitation of it's true glory. The floor vibrating beats were muted and the lights were more natural. The only occupants were employees gearing up for another busy night. Tonight was "Ladies' Night" and Valerie was sooooooo looking forward to seeing which of her male patrons would become women just for this night. But first there was business to attend to.

One of her clients had asked for a private meeting to discus the terms of his contract. Valerie was sure they knew that it was iron clad and non-negotiable, but who was she not to let them try. A price owed to her was paid one way or the other. That was one of the few morals she never backed down on. Though she kinda wished they hadn't scheduled at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. She liked to spend some time with her husband when they didn't have to run the club.

Speaking of Raphael, she was letting him blow off some steam by having him crawl up the asses of some suppliers of hers that were messing with her shipments of alcohol. He'd be out of town for another hour or so by her guess. She wasn't worried though, if she needed him all she had to do was call.

Valerie walked into her office on the top floor of the little building. She saw her client rise to greet her. The man, one Edward Carson, was the type that never did anything he could make someone else do. A man who had inherited the riches he lost gambling and looked down on anyone who didn't make six figures a month. Basically the type of person Valerie had no problem price gouging and didn't trust as far as he could throw himself.

As she slid the door shut she heard a slight shift of fabric. They were not as alone in her office as Mr. Carson wanted her to believe. "Hey there Eddy!" she smiled at him. She knew he hated being called that but she didn't care. "What brings you in today?" He twitched and almost didn't cover a sneer.

Apparently that was the cue for the mysterious third person to strike. The assailant reached for her but she slid under his arm and elbowed him in the gut and pushed a small bit of her power into the strike activating a skill that left him paralyzed on the ground. She turned back towards Eddy to find a wavering gun in her face.

Valerie slowly straitened to her full 4 feet and 3 inches. Eddy may be more than a foot taller than her and holding a gun but it was clear from his shaking hands who was in charge of this situation. There was a faint tingle of static on her neck and she knew Raphael had sensed what was happening. She needed to take care of Eddy before her husband stole the show. Holding her arms up as if in surrender she took a very deliberate step forward and dissolved into shadows. She appeared behind him and pressed his own gun into his back.

"Don't shoot me!" he whined, "I brought what you asked in case I needed to stall you! Just take it and let me go!" Valerie smiled and backed away as she looked and saw a black briefcase sitting on the floor. She kicked it open and saw the piles of money that he owed her. "There now. That wasn't so hard." she spoke as she lowered the gun, "Now the two of you get the ******** out of my bar."

And so they did. She might be able to convince Raphael not to kill the poor attempted assassin since he was just doing his job. Carson, on the other hand, was as good as dead, though it would not be anywhere near Tears of Heaven. Raphael knew she didn't like letting cops too eager to find something against her sniff around the club. Ahhh the life of an information broker! It could be a pain sometimes but the chaos made it much more fun!

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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:12 pm

I Am Only What You Want Of Me.
[ Nothing More ]
I Will Do Only What You Wish Of Me.
[ Nothing More ]
I Will Love You Until My Heart No Longer Beats.
Only This, And...
[ Nothing More ]

R A P H A E L

It was like a scene out of a movie. The docks were lined with ships in the middle of the day. The small office of the warehouse was hot and humid with a small fan trying much to hard to circulate air. The man shivering behind his desk with eyes too wide fit the scene perfectly. In his suspenders, plaid shirt, dirt brown slacks, and enough bulk to be intimidating. If he wasn't practically shitting himself.

The one who stood out was the six foot tall man in the black suit. He had one hand in his pocket and the other was held just lightly in front of him with his fingers posed to snap at any moment. "Good sir, I assure you that as I know you will keep up your end of our bargain..." His pale lips curled into an almost sinisterly charming smile and his deep crimson eyes narrowed. "...you have nothing to fear from me or my...employer." The man nodded and rambled his apology. Handing over a certificate and order form.

Raphael let his hand fall to his side and bowed lightly. "I wish you a pleasant day. We appreciate your business as always." He smiled sweetly and radiantly before turning. His long black hair flaring out behind him and a single black and gray feather falling to the floor.

He was in the back of a -company- car when he felt it. His eyes closed and a picture flashed in front of his eyes. It made his blood boil and the car radiated with a pure electricity that made the driver nervous. Raphael snapped out of it and his black hair suddenly tinted with the color of blood as his skin became a touch paler. His eyes shimmered with rage and he was suddenly even more terrifyingly beautiful. "Stop the car." The words were sharp. Cold. Precise. They wouldn't be questioned. The car pulled over and the driver scrambled to open the back door. When Raphael walked past the poor man flinched with fear.

The shadows seemed to swallow the terrifying form of the man and he was gone. The driver wasted no time in calling his employer. Valerie would want to know that Raphael was on the war path. Though she probably already knew, it was best to be punctual with the call. The driver didn't want to be punished...by either of them.

Edward Carson was cussing out the vixen of a broker and her damn supernatural powers. He was leaving his car and heading towards his pretty little condo. He opened the door and flipped on the light. Only to jump out of his skin. Like a vampire in a movie there was the dark figure. Raphael, Valerie's husband; was sitting like a statue in his good armchair. It was an unnatural stillness and an unsettling beauty. "Edward..." The ringing voice sent chills up his spine. "....did you think it a joke?" Something about the question didn't expect and answer. "Did you think I would take it lightly?" Raphael's voice never got louder then a gentle octave.

He raised himself out of the chair and before Edward could think to run; he was standing less then a foot away. Raphael leaned close and ran a sharp nail up the mans throat and under his chin. Forcing him to look up. "You're no longer worthy to lay eyes on my goddess."

There was no screaming. No gun shot. Not even a splash of blood on the carpet. The only trace was a few scattered grey and red feathers near the lifeless body of Edward Carson.

The would be assassin got off much easier. He was missing his tongue and had a few broken fingers, a snapped rib, and a shattered arm. Nothing that wouldn't eventually heal. Raphael was a merciful and considerate creature...honest.

Raphael knocked on the door to the office before opening it. His eyes were soft and sweet. His skin flushed with life. Raphael was the glorious embodiment of charm. When his eyes fell on the small figure of his darling wife he was more then happy to gently glide into the room and close the door behind him. Not an inch of hostility remained. His voice a light tone of sweet honey. "Forgive my tardiness. I had some cleaning to do."

Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:28 pm

☞ Johnathan Lost Victorian ☜
Turn around...
Face the light that shines...
On the glimmering gun in your hands.
Is this what you wanted to do?
Is this who you wanted to be?
The blood is forever stained on your hands...
Forbidden fruit is known as...
〖FORGIVNESS〗

☞ Even when he was off work Johnathan still wore his normal suit. You weren't ever really off call when you were a detective for the city. Sure he did side jobs as a private detective. Now and then he even collaborated with Mitchell Wright. Teddy had told him about Tears of Heaven. As long as he didn't cause trouble. So Johnathan left his "badge at the door" metaphorically of course. He always had his gun and badge on him. It was just good caution.

Johnathan was an average man. He had natural tan skin. Gloomy green eyes, and ash brown hair. He was kinda short at just below five foot six. And he looked like a stick. You could tell it was mostly muscle, but he was thin enough to make most men look buff. He was no Armstrong. Though he always dressed dapper and clean. You'd never see him in sweats and a t-shirt...unless you snuck into his house. Shame on you!

He drove a Honda ninja motorbike. It was quiet and sweetly purred. Johnathan never really like cars, but he would ride in one if he had to. Today though he was riding solo...literally. His partner was busy helping out with a brand new case. Johnathan was on his own. He had the day off, what better way to spend it then to swing into Tears of Heaven early?

He arrived in time to see some jumpy driver smoking through a pack like a volcano. He walked over and patted the guys shoulder. "Slow down Smokey, only you can prevent forest fires." He jested. Johnathan never seemed like a very serious man. Though he did manage to snag a cigarette undetected and light it up before walking into the club. He never remembered where he was allowed to smoke.

The club was kinda at the dead time of the day. That was perfect for him though. He liked it that way. It meant more time to make people nervous around him. No matter how many times he was in the club the employees seemed nervous around him. At least anyone who knew that the place wasn't just a club. Johnathan was just a human...well a human with some specialties, but a plain human none the less. Yet he knew pretty much everything about the club, almost...Raphael and Vallerie were still mysterious. He couldn't be certain, but he knew they weren't vanilla humans.

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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 2:01 am

G O U K I
それは価値がないのを教えないでください。
Don't tell me it's not worth it.
年は憎しみでいっぱい。
Years filled with hatred.
私はあなたの美しい羽を取り戻すでしょう。
I'll bring back your beautiful wings.
それはばかげている私に教えないでください。
Don't tell me it's ridiculous.

あなたの心の涙！
Tears of Your Heart!

With Vivian kicking her out of the office for the day, Gouki was more then a little bored. Mitchell promised to play with her after he finished his case. Which could take not even gods knew how long. The twins were busy running errands, Moira was sleeping, Peine was mad at her, and Orobos was to busy hunting. Gouki was too lazy to go hunting with the other immortal. She just didn't want to deal with it. So instead she'd taken to visiting the embodiment of chaos. Nori and her had played for a good two hours. Then Nori said she was getting called.

Gouki was never good at leaving things alone. She was impatient, lazy, and curious. So when she saw the little door that looked like a laundry shoot she couldn't stop herself. She knew where it lead but Nori never just had a normal door. It had to be something fun.

The door grew teeth and sucked her in. Next thing Gouki knew she was getting spit out like bad gum. She skid across a desk knocking everything off and landed on her face on the floor of Valerie's office. She reflexively rolled onto her back and threw her hands in the air. "Don't kill Gouki, Raphael!" She had met the two once before with Nori. If you could call it meeting. Raphael almost murdered her for stealing a kiss from Valerie because she was curious about how the woman tasted.

Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 9:57 pm

Jeanne Vaughnn Stelloci

You and I get so Damn
Dysfunctional
This is Not the way into my heart
So I Cross My Heart And I Hope To
Die
We Can Get A Little Crazy Just For
fun
That I'll Only Stay With You One
More Night
I'm the girl you'd die for
Push Up To My Body Sink Your
Teeth Into My Flesh
Ta-taste the flesh
I'm miss sugar pink Liquor, Liquor
lips
I don't Play around that often,
when I do I'm a freak
So you'd better believe I like it
rough
I'll chew you up and I'll spit you
out
'Cause that's what young love is
all about
Please Kiss and Hold Me Tight
And Move Your Body right
You Get Me Closer To God

High-heels clicked against pavement in a hyper step as muffled music filled the air. The pink haired creature that walked with a musicality was headed down the sidewalk with purpose. His lips curled in a sexy smirk as his hips swayed to the sound coming from the ear buds pounding some raunchy rock music into his skull. His controversial clothing drawing the attention of anyone who saw him. The baggy (but fashionable) shirt with profanity clearly on written for all to see was a bright blue with sparkling with letters on it. His bright green cotton tights left nothing to the imagination and ended with silver sparkling strap heels on his feet. His toes were painted a pungent purple with little flowers on them.

His finely manicured nails tapped against his pocket as he walked. Men and women were confused, jealous, and sometimes disgusted by him. However Jeanne Vaughnn Stelloci didn't care at all about what any of them thought. Today was no different from his other days off from the club. He was going to a different club to flirt, dance, and have fun. With good friends of course.

He got to the front of Tears of Heaven and saw the pale man standing in front. Jeanne recognized him as Raphael's driver. A grin spreading across his lips as his tongue flickered across the cherry gloss. Stalking up to the man he slid a hand up the man's chest and looked over his sunglasses. "You're more shaken then a martini." He rested his hand on the man's shoulder and let his breath run across his cheek; as his deep baton rouge accent heated the air around them. "Being so nervous....is bad for your heart mon bel homme."

When the driver stuttered something too quiet to hear; Jeanne laughed and kissed his cheek. "Come inside for a drink when you're off the clock." He untangled himself from the man and waved pleasantly. Giving a playful wink as he disappeared into the club.

The inside of Tears of heaven was a mix between a lounge and a dance club. It wasn't tacky in any sense though. In fact it was down right sexy. At least that's what Jeanne thought. He and Sam and had a few dates there occasionally, but mostly Jeanne came here to occupy himself when Sam was traveling or busy with the band. Keeping all his beauty to himself even on his days off, was just a crime! He was too fabulous to hermit at home just because his boy toy was out of town!

He entered at a wondrous time. The place was pretty slow, but there at the bar was a familiar face. Jeanne didn't look like the kind of person who could sneak up on you, but he could. He practically marched up behind the detective and then wrapped his arms around the man. Sliding a hand up his chest and the other down to his thigh. "Don't you ever leave the heat at home ma sucre sombre?" The thick accent rolled in a whisper as Jeanne's fingers danced over the holster and badge on the man's belt.

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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:11 pm

☞ Johnathan Lost Victorian ☜
Turn around...
Face the light that shines...
On the glimmering gun in your hands.
Is this what you wanted to do?
Is this who you wanted to be?
The blood is forever stained on your hands...
Forbidden fruit is known as...
〖FORGIVNESS〗

☞ Johnathan hadn't been at the bar long enough to get his drink. He'd ordered it, but right after that every sense tingled in agitation. Normally he had good enough senses to know exactly what was going to be coming up on him. Then again no one understood the southern creature. Friend or foe, it was always a mystery. Then again, Johnathan would never turn his nose up at such a....talented man. Especially when that man had a hand so close to his gun.

"If I did you wouldn't be able to wrap your hands around it and you wouldn't have come to say hello." He put out his cigarette and let a rough hand trace over the feminine ones that invaded his personal space. "You got a new manicure I see." He leaned back and pulled one arm to bring the man around where they were facing each other. "I owe you a drink." He grinned at the end of the sentence and reached up to tug lightly on a lock of bright pink hair. When he did it shifted some of the silky substance away from Jeanne's ear and revealed a swirling almost tribal scar that started at the gauge and lightly tipped at his cheek.

Johnathan knew the stories behind it. The rumors, and the truth. He still couldn't believe what a wreck this man's life had been. No one else would believe it either. One look at that snarky smirk, or his confident sway when he walked; just try to say that this man had lived through hell and been tortured like no other could survive. Hell, his relationship with Sam was proof of how tough he was. Johnathan admired the man too much to ever pity him.

Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:06 pm

Jeanne Vaughnn Stelloci

You and I get so Damn
Dysfunctional
This is Not the way into my heart
So I Cross My Heart And I Hope To
Die
We Can Get A Little Crazy Just For
fun
That I'll Only Stay With You One
More Night
I'm the girl you'd die for
Push Up To My Body Sink Your
Teeth Into My Flesh
Ta-taste the flesh
I'm miss sugar pink Liquor, Liquor
lips
I don't Play around that often,
when I do I'm a freak
So you'd better believe I like it
rough
I'll chew you up and I'll spit you
out
'Cause that's what young love is
all about
Please Kiss and Hold Me Tight
And Move Your Body right
You Get Me Closer To God

Jeanne could have thought of a few responses that Johnathan could have given him. However, some of them weren't appropriate for public company and the rest might just be a bit too insinuating. So for keeping it PG-13, Johnathan had done a fabulous job. Jeanne just had to return there retort. That would be even easier than...drinking an entire hard strawberry spritzer in a few drinks.

Going with the flow; Jeanne spun with ease and leaned back like he'd just finished a tango. He was practically in the other man's lap with one leg outstretched. He grinned and showing more acrobatics then you might think he has; set that leg on a stool, pushed himself up, crossed the other leg, then landed on Johnathan's lap like a feather. He wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned dangerously close. "Yes, you do..." His sunglasses slid down and he looked over them. "...there's just one problem." He poked a manicured nail into Johnathan's chest and then slid his bottom a little closer. "Today. Is. Girl's Night." He whispered into his ear with a playful flash of his pink tongue.

He leaned against Johnathan; pressing their bodies as close as one could get without taking off clothing. He moved his glasses up to his head and traced a hand slowly down the other man's chest. "You're not gonna go back on your word...are you?" He pouted and looked up with only his eyes and gave a full lipped (but desirable pout). "You'll do ANYTHING not to disappoint me....RIGHT?" Jeanne had a single voice that said "You aren't getting out of this, or I'll teach you the meaning of unfair". When he used it, he meant it. Jeanne was using that voice right then and there. Johnathan was about to do something he would never live down.

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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 3:25 pm

I am your G O D D E S S for hire
a S H A D O W, a M O U N T A I N, a F I R E
When it's info you need
I have what you seek
If you pay me the P R I C E I require

~ |[ V A L E R I E ]| ~

As the door parted to reveal her husband, Valerie allowed herself an open sigh of contentment. With the glorious creature at her side there was nothing that could not be accomplished. For she truly was his Goddess and he was her Archangel. Her First Angel. A single word from her could bring enough power to bear to tear holes in the planes of existence. However, she had also seen the exact effects of such balance tipping power. It was part of her claim to fame. There were few in this dimension that were privy to the whole story, and it wouldn't matter there were more. Valerie was not one to dwell much on the past, though she maintained her old allegiances.

She smiled at her husband's self admonishment. "All is forgiven." she spoke softly and leaned onto her tiptoes. With a little levitation she was tall enough to kiss him and show her appreciation. But as her life is prone to do, her tender moment is interrupted by someone flying out of one of her paintings and skidding across her desk. She made sure to finish the kiss before turning to the figure already begging Raphael for forgiveness.

"Hiya Gouki! Nice to see you drop by." she giggled at the pun and shifted to lean more comfortably against Raphael still maintaining the levitation. "You might want to work on the dismount though..." From downstairs the sounds of the first customers was beginning to float upwards. Valerie knew she they may have to make an appearance soon but she figured she could make time for her visitor. Literally if that is what it took. Time manipulation was a minor affair in the Tears of Heaven after all.

Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 10:01 pm

☞ Johnathan Lost Victorian ☜
Turn around...
Face the light that shines...
On the glimmering gun in your hands.
Is this what you wanted to do?
Is this who you wanted to be?
The blood is forever stained on your hands...
Forbidden fruit is known as...
〖FORGIVNESS〗

☞ Jeanne's display of flexibility and affection gave Johnathan a good show of his hidden muscle. Underneath the baggy sweat shirt was a well toned body. The athletic build was tone after many years of hard work and Johnathan knew exactly what kind of work the other male had done over the years. He lightly wrapped an arm around Jeanne's hips and pulled him closer onto his lap. The following words were a warning and a threat. Johnathan should have known better.

There was no real escape from this. He could say no. No was a perfectly acceptable answer. He could get up and leave the pink haired youth at the bar. It's what would come after, later. It's the pain and inconvenience that would stem from this whole thing. However Johnathan was not about to do what Jeanne wanted either. "I seem to have made a mistake. Perhaps we should go somewhere else and I can buy you a drink there." Maybe he could talk his way out of this mess.

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