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Post by raihnstar on Nov 25, 2007 2:44:16 GMT -5
There was a woman with long luxurious hair down to her back speaking rapidly in french on the phone. She seemed rather frustrated, and ended up hanging up, letting the flap of hte phone come down with a sharp click. Selene was so sick of those stupid maids who kept stealing from her by charging so much to clean the brothel. And what was their excuse?! That they thought some of her women used drugs!
RIDICULOUS! Selene kept a clean facility! It was pristine, and none of her ladies used drugs. She payed them well, her clients payed her well, and everybody was kept healthy. She even had an old woman and a midgit there for men to help themselves to. Extra price. And she supported all of them. So she wanted to keep the place clean! So what!
Why would then charge her extra?! Stupid woman...she should go down there and enchant her and get her to lower her prices...maybe she would.
Selene was so busy thinking that she bumped into a man head on. "Oh, mon dieu, I am so sorry!" she said in her automatic cute french voice.
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Post by Melodia on Nov 25, 2007 20:23:14 GMT -5
[Raihn, do you want me to create a sub-board for the brothel? (If so, where?)]
His feet stayed steady on the ground, the whole of him taking almost no damage from the woman who had run head first into him. It had done that to Anthony; year after year the body retained near perfect balance. The man grabbed her arm steadily in his grip to keep her from tripping forward, holding her just keenly enough to save her from a nasty scratch yet leave her arm in its proper socket.
His fingers loosened and then fell away completely, still curved in the unfastened stance of holding something as his hand fell to his side. From the way he held himself so straight to the slightly hollow aspect of his face to the indifference in his dark eyes, one would take a single look at Anthony and come to the conclusion that he was not someone to be messed with. He had some sort of dark aura around him, causing a person to be impressed and intimidated by the mere sight of him.
His jeans were faded and dark-washed and tattered. His shirt was simple gray and indistinct. Over it he wore a black leather jacket with a flipped-up collar and silver clasps on the cuffs, with some sort of illegible white stitching near one of them. Anthony’s hair was slicked, the deep brunette taking a darker hue because of it.
His jaw tightened, a look that seemed to suit him as though he did it often. Anthony looked over the woman he had just touched. She was shorter than he was, with long black hair and eyes that reminded him of sea-glass. After observing her behavior and letting his eyes play along her looks, he had only one thing to say to her. “Late for work?” He asked, his left eyebrow raising and the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile that could have meant a thousand different things all at once.
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Post by "Parker!" on Nov 25, 2007 21:02:33 GMT -5
[*cough* prostitute! *cough* xDD wowowow melodiaa you make him seem dreammmy. *drool*]
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Post by raihnstar on Nov 28, 2007 19:47:59 GMT -5
Selene sensed something odd immediately from his touch, and she dropped the cute french accent like a hot stone. No...this wasn't the kind of guy. He was different...in a way that was frightening, almost. She gave him an easy grin, "Not really. If I were I would have been paying much more attention...and I would have been wearing fewer clothes. And no underwear." she said this like she didn't have a care in the world, and took out a tube of lipstick, checking her lips carefully before dabbing the blood red coloure on her lips and rubbing them together lightly. Another small smile directed at the stranger, "My name is Selene." She didn't ask for his.
"It's the nature of my work." she added in explanation, another careless grin flowing onto her face, "Maybe you've heard of it...Ruben's Brothel? Actually Ruben doesn't own it, but men seem to trust other men in that sort of business than women...which seems rather silly, to me. But then, not many men have the pleasure of meating me." Her accent lifted slightly at the word 'pleasure', in an unconcious gesture on her part.
"Perhaps you should visit. You look a little ah...tight." She eyed him with bright eyes, let out a chuckle, "No, I was mistaken. You don't seem like that type of man. Excuse my impolitness. Or forwardness. Whichever offended you the most, but only one or the other."
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Post by Melodia on Nov 28, 2007 20:43:49 GMT -5
His dark, convincing eyes simply looked over her, flickering about her face and hands and sweeping with every action she took. His gaze carefully cast down her body as she made comments about 'fewer clothes' and 'no underwear'. He concentrated on her lips as she decorated them with lipstick, his own lips slightly parted. But as she finished he cleared his throat, his face shadowing as his head turned a bit away from the light.
"Why don't I?" Anthony asked dangerously, his voice low and lifeless. In truth, he had been to quite a few brothels, seeing as "Ruben's" wasn't exactly the only one. He'd known of the place but never been to it, always taking to the ones farther...away...from...the border. See, there was this problem with prostitues disappearing, never to be found again. His mind flashed at this and he almost laughed aloud. Anything better than a little pleasure...and death? Because aside from sex, what could be more pleasureful to him?
He reached into the pocket of his leather jacket, playing with a wad of bills in his hand, keeping it just out of her reach. "Hows 'bout you show me the way, doll?" Anthony asked, his lips twitching into that sad yet pleasing smile.
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Post by raihnstar on Nov 28, 2007 21:08:49 GMT -5
Ah...a man after all. Her pouty lips curved into a wicked smile and she looked poisonously beautiful. "Well somebody has a lot of time on their hands. I should warn you though...we're quite expensive at Ruben's...and if you want me...well I cost the most, I'm afraid." her eyebrows were raised, and her green eyes were on his, instead of the money. "If I havn't managed to dissuade you, though..." she murmured, adjusting her green dress a little bit, "Follow me." Her hips swung lightly as she moved, and she went fluidly down the street until she managed to catch sight of a taxi. She called it up and grinned at Anthony, "On second thought, why walk?"
She hopped in, leaving the door open for him to climb in. "Ruben's brothel, dear." She said silkily. The man at the wheel grinned at her, "Didn't know they had man sleepers over there, darlin'. If you want I can give ya th' time o' yer life, an' I'll not charge yeh." Selene smiled at him seductively, "What makes you so sure I'm a woman?" she whispered into his ear, making the man rigid when she winked at him. "Ruben's brothel, please." she repeated primly. This time the man nodded without a word, his upper lip sweating nervously. There had been an edge to her tone, and it was obvious she was a dangerous woman.
Once he'd climbed in, the taxi roared off and arrived at Ruben's quickly. Oddly enough, the taximan didn't ask for pay, and Selene didn't offer it, getting out of the car and staring up at the beautiful white building that was Ruben's Brothel. It looked like a luxurious hotel, with a modern twist. Little squares with naked women decorated its walls in choice places. "Like it? I designed it myself." she told him breezily, walking into the lobby. "Hello Clarce. I've brought us a customer." she said, giving the woman at the counter two cheek kisses and beginning to check the schedule.
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Post by Melodia on Dec 3, 2007 19:22:00 GMT -5
His expression didn't change much, just a little, strained smile in her direction when she called for the cab. He climbed in, leaning himself against the window and propping his elbow up. Anthony didn't bother looking at her, his dark eyes simply concentrating on the outside, the scene beyond the window. The light dappled across his pale face and he pressed his index finger to his temple as if thinking. Contemplating. On what he was doing, on who he was with, on how he would go and have a good time with a gal he didn't know and then would end up covered in her blood at about three in the morning. It was the same everytime, and yet it never seemed to get old. Nothing ever grew old in his world, after all.
He leaned against the counter and raised his left eyebrow, flicking his fingers together and feeling the weight of his knife in his pocket.
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charismaticcryo
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Post by charismaticcryo on Dec 4, 2007 18:34:13 GMT -5
((Is he going to kill her?!?!? Oh if he doesn't succeed in his gruesome after sex kill, it will be the perfect reason to Kill Zimri really fast. He was mad or something for failing! ))
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Post by "Parker!" on Dec 4, 2007 18:51:30 GMT -5
(Selene you hoe. xDDD waaaiiit killl zimri?!!? noooo... why u killing off zimirii? ?!?!? i thought he was like immortal or somethin!! D:)
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Post by raihnstar on Dec 4, 2007 21:19:29 GMT -5
Clarice smiled at Anthony pleasantly, "Hello, sir. Would you like to register anonymously or under a name?" She had her pen out, ready to jot down whatever he chose. Selene gave him a dreamy smile and kissed Clarice on the cheek, "I'll be in my room, Love. Ring me if I've got any requests." Selene walked away breezily, going up the stairs instead of taking the elevator. Her heels clicked and faded as she went higher and higher. Clarice had turned to watch, and she seemed to come out of a spell after the woman was gone, "Oh-- sorry...
"She's so amazing, isn't she?" Clarice asked him cheerfully, and pulled out a catalogue, "We've got this sorted by fetishes in alphabetical order...Women in the front, men in the back. If you've got questions about any of the price ranges I'll be glad to help you as you browse through it." The first section in the A list was a.nal. The last section on 'z' was Zoo. "Or, if you don't like fetishes, we've got another catalogue--" she took this one out too, "With the prices listed under the particular woman. These are categorized by hair colour, for lack of a better thing to categorize it. Since we like to think of all of our employees as beautiful." She gave him a glowing smile, idly glancing down at one of the pictures on the cover, women that seemed to thin, massive women, women with scales... It was an insane collection. And Selene could only be found at the furthest part of the price range list, in the black hair section...
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Post by "Parker!" on Dec 5, 2007 6:34:17 GMT -5
[Geeze it's like a clothing store... xDDD haha only rahin would think of this. xDD *pops out of thread*]
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Post by charismaticcryo on Dec 5, 2007 10:34:59 GMT -5
((lol im not killing him off. But Anthony doesn't know Zimri is immortal like him.))
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Post by "Parker!" on Dec 5, 2007 17:22:28 GMT -5
[Oh and then Anthony tries to kill..and...okay!! haha i got it. continuee pleassse.]
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Post by raihnstar on Dec 5, 2007 18:15:28 GMT -5
((:3 My mind...it is awesome.))
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Post by Melodia on Dec 10, 2007 20:32:07 GMT -5
[Ooc]- Okee, she'll get away from Anthony and he'll be all pissed off and swear to hunt her down, but find Zimri in the process and go at his throat.
Anthony took the catalog in his hands, loosely flipping through the paper with his long fingers. Odd. Usually they let 'im choose his girl, of course, but never before like this. It truthfully made it easier, not having to settle, a thing which he never liked to do in the first place. Things in life were definite, things in life had purpose. For Anthony there was no "perhaps" or "maybe". There just...was. He breathed silently, his dark, haunting eyes skimming past the girls with abnormalities. That truthfully wasn't the way he did it, even having lived in Lordight for so long. Instead, he skipped straighted towards the back where the higher prices were, looking for that familiar something. A medium height, pale skin, clear blue eyes, fair brunette hair that fell onto her shoulders in gentle ringlets, all giving her that look of peace and serenity and...safeness. A girl that looked like...Maybelle.
"This one," He said, holding up the publication in the woman's direction. The left side of his mouth twitched in that uneasy smile, as if his mind was attacking itself in worry and excitement and the thrill of death. Of course she couldn't see his expression, and he hadn't bothered to give her any name specifications at all. Little did Miss Clarice know that one of their most high-priced girls wasn't going to be coming back. He blinked, and his soft, cool voice sounded from behind the catalog.
"How much?"
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