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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2021 10:14 am
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SICK OF BEING A PART OF SOMEONE'S DATABASE! 】YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ! tab YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE !
 The drunk woman continued her gesticulations, pulling out her ID and, surprisingly neatly, folded bills, "I have money and an ID, which I showed you already! Gosh..." Ten clenched her jaw, she was usually capable of managing drunken patrons who wandered over to the DJ booth, but something about this woman was ticking her off. As if to further fuel her irritation, the woman shakily placed one foot up on the raised platform and hoisted herself up, holding onto the outer wall of the booth to attempt to lock eyes with Ten. She had been drinking too much and so her eyes kept shifting.
"I know you want my number, but you'll only get it if you get me my drink." Having dropped that little pearl, the girl jumped off of the platform and gave a challenging look at Ten, who could only stare at the girl with agitation. Had this bimbo really just set foot on her platform and then assume Ten wanted her number? Either Ten was really sleep deprived or this woman was just that drunk. Another demand came from the woman and Ten slammed her fist down on the table before her, "Listen here, girlie, this is the Deeejaaaay's booth, if anything you," stabs her index finger at the girl on the ground below, "should be getting me," this time Ten juts her thumb back at herself, "a shot. I'm having to put up with your bullshit when I should be getting back to my job and playing some fat ********' beats. This club isn't going to pump itself up, that's for sure."
Crossing her arms to mimic the drunk woman, Ten took a deep breath to stop herself from truly snapping at her and endangering her job even further. That's when she remembered the wad of cash that the woman had securely snuggled against her bosom. Bringing her hand to cup around her mouth she shouted down at the woman, "Actually, you're right, I am the bartender, and I'll get you a drink, but only if you agree to a little bet." Ten looked down at the girl coolly, smirking beneath her cupped hands, "If you correctly guess the next song that's about to play, I'll get you a drink, buuuut if you guess it incorrectly then you owe me five bucks, and we can keep playing until you've had your fill." A recent vice that Ten had picked up on her travel across America was gambling, and while this was an extremely low level wager, the adrenaline that coursed through her body was nearly enough to overtake the irritation the woman had caused.
Now of course it would all depend on if the woman agreed or not, perhaps Ten was overestimating her drunken state and that she had caught Ten explaining this was the DJ's booth. Ten saw it as a win/win either way; the woman realizes her error and walks away or she decides to go in on Ten's little gamble.
▼ MOOD ＆。「agitated tab ▼ THOUGHTS ＆。「'how ********' dumb is she?'
▼ STATUS ＆。「single tab ▼ MONEY ＆。「$1,000
{ ooc; I hope this is okay! I can always change anything (: }
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2021 11:47 am
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♣XX.. 𝕵 𝖔 𝖍 𝖓XX𝕮 𝖆 𝖘 𝖙 𝖑 𝖊 ..XX♠
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛| THEMESONG 1 | OUTFIT | THEMESONG 2 |♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXX♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ EARLIER, SOMEWHERE Being a 'businessman' is tiring. All those new requests from the black market were utterly disturbing. His brows furrowed while he closed his eyes and pressing his temple with his thumb and middle finger. With a glass of wine just barely hanging from his fingers, he then let out a soft sigh to loosen up from all this issue. 'I can't do this. What they want is something that I cannot provide.' He said to his executives at their round table within a red-lit room. Then one of his executives raised a voice after hearing their kingpin's word. "But Sir, the organization might crumble. Our connection with the Trinida-" The man paused as John raised his hand. The rest of the executives' eyes went wide as this was not a very good sign at all. They looked at each other while the others uttered whispers and mumbles that were inaudible. John then slowly stood up firmly while gently placing the glass of wine on the table. His eyes were deadly serious as he glanced at the executives within the room. "Remember, I control the market. They cannot have what they demand and that's final. This meeting is done.""With all due respect, Mister King. Our connection with the Trinidads improved our elite force from the last seven (7) years. We already have a strong bond with them. Are you sure about not fulfilling their requests?" said one of the executives with a female voice. "If it involves enslaving women and children into sex slaves then I decline." John then turns around and left the room while the rest of his executives were left in complete silence. And when John left the room, one of his executives pivoted his head to the others and says, "Is he getting soft or something?" Then another executive scoffed the other, slamming the table in the process. .. "Don't you ever doubt him. Imagine if you find your wife and daughter being raped right in front of your very eyes, what would you do? huh?".. ... "ENOUGH! --Stop it! Mister King's decision is final. And we must respect that.--" said the other lady. "--He will find a way to fix this matter."------------------------- As John was being escorted to his vehicle, Dausha, his personal maid was following along behind his footsteps. "If this matter goes further south, you know what to do, Dausha." His ocean eyes pivoted in her direction without turning his head. .. "Yes, Mister King." she replied with a low and serious tone. The Trinidads is an allied organization that was specialized in doing the dirty work. They are basically just a handful of 'classy' thugs and entitled themselves as part of the Blacklist, which they are, but they often break the rules and they cause unwanted trouble against the other criminal organizations.PRESENT TIME Arriving at the establishment, John eyed the people around him. Maybe if he could identify familiar faces but there was no luck so far. He has two (2) bodyguards with him, along with four (4) additional men. But the foursome is just chilling and quite scattered in a way they can watch their boss and also not overcrowd his space. The other two (2) on the other hand are keeping a close eye on whoever is near their boss. These duos are great fighters and do not give a sh*t whoever violates their boss. John, however, is not an easy target himself. It only takes a second for anyone to react to what surprises he may do to them. John softly nodded as he listened to the music that was playing. There were dancers and strippers but he didn't set his eyes upon them since he is waiting for this one particular woman, Vitessa, his queen, his lioness, his prey.He made himself comfortable by sitting on one of the tables near the bar area. He already texted her of his location, sipping a glass of Italian Apple Martini, waiting for her. It was until this weird song that was being played that made John cringe lightly. "What the.. ??" It was a mashup of this somewhat nursery rhyme but the lyrics were about a familiar rock song. But later on, John just shook his head and chuckled since the song was ironically funny. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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"This song is-- I don't know what to say. Haha''
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2021 5:03 pm
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Neon Lights was filled up tonight, no doubt most Soleilians were ready to forget the events of Halloween and simply party those bad memories away. Vitessa on the other hand felt it was a good time to get some energy out, especially since she had given Akane the day off and Beverly was finally back up on her feet. Yesterday she had spent the night catching up with Rowan, listening to stories of her past and of the supernatural nature of her upbringing.
Tonight she invited her neighbor, John, out to dance and spend some good old fashion quality time together in the club. Mostly, she was curious to see how he behaved in this environment. Alcohol and herbs of many kinds were being passed around. There were multiple stages with str$ppers and poles. Vitessa did not envy them, their feet must hurt at the end of a shift and she could only imagine how annoying it must be to deal with ravenous often slobbish, intoxicated, ignorant customers. She spotted one in particular going through a crisis with a group of idiots. One of them started reaching up, attempting to rip off the str$pper's heels with one big cheesy smile on his face.
”Excuse me." Vitessa grabbed him by the shoulders, using the full force of her weight to shove him to the side then swung her leg, knocking him off his feet by targeting him behind his knees. He knocked into one of his friends and the pair tumbled down. ”Oh I'm so sorry, I slipped!" Vitessa feigned innocence as bystanders began to peer in their direction.
”Now, now," tension already in the air from the man's crowd of friends, VItessa temporarily quelled their impulses by reaching into her own dress. She slipped out a roll of cash from between her breast, swaying it in the air. ”If you boys don't have any real cash on you, might as well go to the bar and satiate that thirst." Vitessa winked at them then jumped onto the stage. A burst of laughter and OOoooh's from the surrounding onlookers simply destroyed whatever pride the group of men had left. A deadly glare from Beverly also amplified their motivation to step away.
”Do you teach pole dancing classes? I could learn a thing or two from you.” Vitessa's fingers trailed up the str$pper's neck up to her jawline. Her other hand swiftly stuffing cash between the scantily bits of fabric that clung to the str$pper's body.
"T-thankyou, those men were getting too aggressive." She quickly glanced at the group of men who were glaring at the pair from a distance, visibly disgruntled by Vitessa's interference.
”Oh honey, I think you misunderstand me.” Vitessa's hand grasped at the woman's lower back, pulling her in closer. Their bodies moving to the beat of the music blasting. ”Nothing in this world is free. I need a favor. Be my eyes and ears in this club. In return, I'll do what I can whenever I see unruly behavior against you. Deal?" Vitessa's piercing gaze tore at the str$pper's soul, breaking down any walls with those crystal blue orbs. The pair dipped to their knees in sync, rising up with an arched back followed by a mesmerizing body roll. The str$pper nodded in agreement, slightly confused and partially flustered. Vitessa smirked, dropping more cash onto the platform before making her way down to the floor.
"Had your fun, ma'am?" Beverly, who finally recovered from Halloween's events and started working today knew Vitessa always had layers of motives.
"Oh the party is just getting started." Vitessa chuckled, lighting a cigarette between her fingers and pressing it to her lips.
"John said he's on his way so we have time to spare. How about we go chit chat to those boys a bit more?" She made direct eye contact with the group of men who had been harassing the stripper moments before. There was something about this situation that made Vitessa think Akane would've had too much fun with if she were working today. Truly a wonderful child.
"Yes ma'am." Beverly tightened the gloves around her hands and followed Vitessa's lead....
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...Beverly, Vitessa's personal assistant and safety net, took a moment to give her boss some space. The blue haired woman kept a manageable distance from Vitessa but stayed close enough to keep an eye out for her. The song now being played by the dj made both boss and employee raise an eyebrow before going along their business. Vitessa easily weaved herself through the crowd in her little black dress that went down to just above her knees. A slit curved up her left thigh and a plunging v-neck exposed her chest. A long necklace and rhinestone choker clung to her flesh.
"Mr. Castle, I see you already started the party." She referenced his Italian Apple Martini. "Why do you seem like you have a lot on your mind?" She inquired as she drew closer to him, barely catching the tension of his body and look in his eyes. He was sitting alone by a table near one of the many bars in Neon Lights.
Though, she highly doubted the King Pin of The Blacklist came to this public vicinity all alone. Surely he had his men somewhere nearby. He was dressed in the finest of fabrics, he left her impressed. This mafia king remained in the best of fashion no matter the occasion. Even in their youthful Academy days, he had a sense of fashion instilled in him perhaps from his strict and powerful parents. The last time she had spoken to Mr. Castle was in the hotel during a auction disguised as a business luncheon.
"Thank you for texting me your location, it's incredibly crowded here today...Then again, it's not hard to find a man so notorious." Vitessa leaned over his shoulder to talk in his ear, partially because the music was loud but mostly because she found it amusing to see him shudder under her aura.
"Care to dance to ease that mind of yours?" She trailed her fingers from his shoulder, down his bicep, over his forearm then intertwined her hand with his. When was the last time they ever danced together? Vitessa slightly smiled, recalling the final festival their Academy had put together before he disappeared. That dance had been quite innocent and carefree, the beauty of youth.
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┏ OUTFIT┓xoxo tab ┏ WHERE┓neon lights tab ┏ PROFILE┓"VJ" tab ┏ COMPANY┓john
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2021 11:46 pm
 ❛ Akane Arashi ❜
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Stepping on the ramp to have a better look at the bartender should have been cue enough that she was stepping in the wrong territory, though, it could be the alcohol, or it could be the substance, at this point, she couldn't tell but she stuck to her assumption that this was still the bar. Even if she did eventually have that rightful epiphany that the poor DJ would need her to, the demon in her just itched for some madness.
"Listen here, girlie, this is the Deeejaaaay's booth, if anything you, should be getting me, a shot. I'm having to put up with your bullshit when I should be getting back to my job and playing some fat ********' beats. This club isn't going to pump itself up, that's for sure." The woman stood still, well, for her state, still would be an understatement, but she barely moved, eyes fixed on those reds that seemed to be quite close to hers. While the other spoke, her mind began to zone out and fixate on those eyes. It was odd how she had them too, she thought it was a family trait for her own. Her thoughts moved quickly from family to how she detested them sometimes, but it didn't hurt using their power or influence from time to time. Someone who wasn't as hated was her aunt, her father's sister who had to play the pawn she'd be playing for her brother if she remained here. "You look like you could be related to Aki-Oba"[Aunt Aki] she stated to the other before raising her brows and looking at her with a slight smirk, "You're not one of her illegitimated daughters are you?" she snickered before she leaned forward as if she wanted to whisper, her palm curled agaisnt the side of her mouth. "If so, your mother...is cuckoo!" Akane stated louder than intended to.
While the woman was laughing to herself what the woman stated might have finally started to dawn on her, since she did turn over in response when she admitted to be the bartender. "See! Nothing gets past these babies!" she called out, referring to her eyes, tilting her head lightly with her brows knitting together curiously. "A bet?" she'd as, "I like where this is heading! I'm in what ever it is!" she slurred in enthusiasm, reckless but enthusiasm filled none the less.
"If you correctly guess the next song that's about to play, I'll get you a drink, buuuut if you guess it incorrectly then you owe me five bucks, and we can keep playing until you've had your fill."
The woman laid out her idea and Akane stood visibly in thought. She nodded, processing and letting the lag catch up to her while she forced her senses to alert themselves. She already had given her the the green to play along with this gamble and 5 dollars wasn't a big gamble - not with her new found goldmine in Vitessa. Though, she wasn't planning on exploiting her in a drunken fit - her eyes flashed back to the other as she stated. "Don't chicken out if I get it right." she added with a smirk, holding up her palm as she put each finger down as a count down. "Dimmadubstep." she stated with an air of confidence as the final finger went down, though she happened to miss her count by two seconds before the music started.
The brief moment she was up there, she did manage to see that she was in the wrong place, but might have not registered it right away. She recalled seeing a list of words that didn't quite seem like the names of drinks especially with the numbers indicating durations by them. Once the other offered to play this bet game with her is when she figured what those words meant and began to think of the times she heard a change in tune - counting... twice maybe and with a little bit of brainstorming came to her conclusion. Now even if she was wrong, she would still stand there with her smug smile wiggling her brows through her matted bangs against her forehead. "Well? Where's my drink, cutie?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2021 3:09 pm
◣ get the *━ hell out of ▼ my life ⋮████
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SICK OF BEING A PART OF SOMEONE'S DATABASE! 】YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ! tab YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE !
Ten sucked on her teeth at the drunken rambling of the woman comparing her to some 'Aki-oba', whoever that was. She brushed it off and listened with a grin as the woman actually agreed to play along with her little game, completely unaware that she was going to lose because there was no way she could predict what Ten's playlist had next... Right? Right, of course not. No way in Hell.
"Don't chicken out if I get it right."
Ten sneered and let out a barking laugh, "Do I look like a pathetic wimp who'd back down from their own bet? Pffft, as if." Pride, of course, prevented Ten from ever backing down, but her pride didn't stop her from blaming those around her if she lost. Placing her elbows on the lifted partition between her booth and the general public, she leaned down to get a good look at her unsuspecting victim. The woman held up her hand and counted down with her fingers, calling out the name of the song that played mere seconds after her answer.
"Dimmadubstep."
The elbows keeping Ten on the higher ground slipped, and the DJ had only a second to steady herself lest she tumble over the wall. Her hand gripped the partition, her jaw was clenched in anger. 'How... The... ********!? How did she know the next song?' Her crimson eyes narrowed as Ten watched the woman stand confidently a few feet below her, her eyebrows taunting Ten. Was she not as drunk as she had first seemed? Was it all just a ruse? Did Ten just let herself get played by this chick?
Unclenching her jaw, Ten pointed a finger at the woman, "You had to have cheated! No way did you just ********' guess the song! That's such b-s, how low do you have to be to cheat at such a stupid bet, huh? Lame, you're so lame. A lame cheater. Puh-thetic! If I wasn't on the clock right now I'd teach you a LESSON!" The anger and suspicion that coursed through Ten had blinded her to the possibility that the woman had caught a glimpse of her laptop screen that showed the songs cued up. Which wasn't entirely cheating since the woman had had no way to know that moments later she would be challenged with the bet to 'guess that song!'. It wasn't like Ten said the woman couldn't use her surroundings or previous knowledge to her advantage.
Realizing that her accusations weren't going to get her anywhere nor would openly starting a fight with a drunk patron at her place of employment, Ten huffed loudly and exited her booth, stomping down the slight slope of the ramp until she was level with the "drunk" woman. Giving her the dirtiest look Ten could muster through her blind anger she bumped her shoulder into the woman and began walking towards the bar, yelling loudly back at her with a voice filled with restrained anger, "Now I need a drink to deal with your cheating a**. You'll only get your drink if you don't get lost in this crowd, got it?"
It had looked like in their moments of messing around, Neon Light's had picked up in business, the dancefloor that separated the DJ's booth, poles, and bar was now filled with mindlessly dancing individuals. Even though Ten was one hundred percent certain that the woman had cheated, she wouldn't give the woman the satisfaction of going back on her words. So, yes, she would be treating the woman to a drink. Begrudgingly.
▼ MOOD ＆。「livid, but trying to practice RESTRAINT tab ▼ THOUGHTS ＆。「'cheater cheater cheater cheatercheatercheatercheaterCHEATER'
▼ STATUS ＆。「single tab ▼ MONEY ＆。「$1,000 but boutta be $992
{ ooc; feel free to move/direct Ten however you need }
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2021 12:43 am
❛ Akane Arashi ❜
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"Do I look like a pathetic wimp who'd back down from their own bet? Pffft, as if."
The woman's pride reflected through her words, a pride that would reflect her inevitable downfall and soon enough, a side that made the little devil on Akane's shoulder prodding her to keep it going. Her lips curled to a smirk as she watched her. It felt like she was feeling a new rush of excitement that was nullifying some of the effects of all the alcohol running through her system.
The visual cues of the woman's displeasure made Akane's crimson hues have a dangerous new glow. She could guess what was running in her mind, honestly, she was lucky she even got it right, had she been in her full senses she'd surely have been more confident than now. Though, she figured she could make the woman tick with the little she did and she was going to use that to her advantage. "What's wrong? You look like a cat's caught your tongue." she teased with a grin.
"You had to have cheated! No way did you just ********' guess the song! That's such b-s, how low do you have to be to cheat at such a stupid bet, huh? Lame, you're so lame. A lame cheater. Puh-thetic! If I wasn't on the clock right now I'd teach you a LESSON!"
"Sounds like someone doesn't like losing." Akane cooed with a grin, "I would tell you how I did it, but a magician doesn't reveal their secrets." the woman stated proudly, flicking her hair to emphasize her point. "Though...getting a lesson from you does sound quite exciting." she'd add, leaning against the booth with her elbow propped against it as she raised her brows to the other in a suggestive manner.
Akane stood there waiting for the woman to respond, though she ended up hearing a set of footsteps marching down the platform. Was she stepping down and admitting defeat? "Changed your mind about the lesson?" she asked, smirking like an idiot to the woman who at this point stood at a similar height as her own, though Akane's added height was due to her footwear. "You do look like Aki-Oba now that we are at at closer proximity." she added as she straightened up once the other stepped closer feeling her brush across her shoulder to which she turned around to follow her right away. "You know, relation or not, I'm still game to experimenting" the younger added with a grin.
Hearing the other state that she would only get a drink if she didn't get lost, the younger woman quickly moved ahead and without thinking twice wrapped her arms around the woman's waist. "I'll never get lost this way." she snickered, "Onward ho!" she cheered the woman to move along.
If the woman played along, she would keep her arms around her waist and let her lead the way while she tagged along right behind her, occasionally bumping into the woman. Though if she insisted she moved away, the woman would shift over to lock her am with hers and continue towards the bar. "You know, your choice in music is quite impeccable." she stated, "I'm surprised the people here find it so as well though." she chuckled, holding onto her arm still until they got to the bar.
Once there, Akane stood at the table, tapping away with her palms barely in a noticeable rhythm as she looked over her to the other. "Well, pay up, loser" she taunted the other.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2021 9:18 am
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♣XX.. 𝕵 𝖔 𝖍 𝖓XX𝕮 𝖆 𝖘 𝖙 𝖑 𝖊 ..XX♠
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛| THEMESONG 1 | OUTFIT | THEMESONG 2 |♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXX♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟♔ ♕ ♖ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ While he was waiting for his partner for the evening, John couldn't help but think about the recent matter from his meeting from hours ago. 'Flesh market? It sounds like a goldmine, but I'm not a madman. The Trinidads have been helpful. They do have a reputation in my ranks, but they are abusive at times.' John sighed as he softly rubbed the glass' shaft with his thumb. Just think of the horrible things they would do just to supply that demand. -Kidnapping innocent lives? -Drugging them by force? -Squeezing their lives out like pieces of meat? John slightly shook his head in disbelief. He knows that the Trinidads were abusive people, of which John took advantage. It's like having a very aggressive animal inside your fence, and you will have a hard time letting your guests inside your house.
John believes in rules as what his parents taught him. 'Rules are what separates us from the animals.' And the Trinidads are a pain in the neck for acting like kids that needs a spanking. A very hard spanking indeed. It only takes a matter of time until this matter will escalate where blood will be spilled. And John doesn't want to happen. He is not afraid to wage war against the other organization. What makes it concerning for him are the lives of his members.
"Mr. Castle, I see you already started the party." ...."Why do you seem like you have a lot on your mind?"
John snapped out by the moment he hears her voice. But his reaction was not obvious, yet there was this look in his eyes that Vitessa noticed. 'She's my every weakness.. even I can't conceal what I really feel for her.'
"It's nothing my dear. I'm just had a big day." He gave a smile, but it was quite a forced one. It was clear that he was not in the mood, and his aura was a little low despite of Vitessa being 'this close'. But it would also be a bummer is he doesn't sway along with her flow. He gazed deeply into her eyes then scanning her face with just a kissing distance.
"Care to dance to ease that mind of yours?" She asked which made John to smirk. He missed this. Back in the Academy, she was the energetic one when it comes to dancing. John was not really much of a disco dancer but he is fund of ballroom and slow dancing. -wink
He let him guide her to the dance floor until he fills the spaces of her fingers with his, and their body pressing against each other. His eyes are locked on her face. He then has this devilish yet adored smile as he takes the lead. "Oh my love, v'you never fail to cheer me up. Even from before.. You always put a smile on my face, my dear."
John lead the dance as their body swayed skipping a beat from the music which making the pace gentle. Swaying from side to side, he squeezed her hands gently as is if like he would never want to let her go. And after a few more sways, John then let Vitessa do a spin before letting her land on his shoulders with his blue eyes staring directly into her soul. "I missed you.. I really do." John still recalls how he used to dance with her. How unfortunate it was for him to leave her.
John still can't help to be emotional whenever the two of them are having their moment. Though she did mention that she also changed through these years. He is would to know more of her. The new her.
And from the deep gaze John would then slowly pull her back up from being rested on his arm and now letting her do whatever she wants with him on the dance floor. ----
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"And here's my queen.''
ooc: "Official Post. lol"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2021 1:03 pm
◣ get the *━ hell out of ▼ my life ⋮████
exeexe▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❛i'm sick of being △ in this stupid place
SICK OF BEING A PART OF SOMEONE'S DATABASE! 】YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ! tab YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE !
Hearing the drunk woman once again compare her to someone, who may have been a relative of the girl? Her drunk babble wasn't entirely clear to Ten. Hearing the woman talk about experimenting with a possible relative of Aki-Oba, Ten audibly groaned. It wasn't that the woman was necessarily bad looking, but this entire first impression was a huge turn off. At the very most Ten would consider hate-fking the girl just to shut her up, but the DJ quickly shook her head to get rid of the thought.
She had barely made it three steps when slender arms wrapped around her exposed waist, "I'll never get lost this way. Onward ho!" Her breath was hot against Ten's neck, and her voice slurred near her ear causing goosebumps to spread across Ten's neck and arms. God she hated the touchy drunk people, 'Why couldn't she have just been the loud drunk type?' Ten clenched her jaw and hooked her hands around the girls forearm, prying them off of her waist with a snarl, "So help me God, I would break your wrists if I didn't need this next paycheck." Luckily Ten kept her physical anger in check, as she was entirely unaware that the literal owner of the night club was out on the dancefloor that evening. It wouldn't be a good look for Miss Boss to catch her employee breaking a patron's wrists. But based on the crowd that frequented the night club, it was safe to assume that it wouldn't be the first time its happened.
The woman snickered and instead linked her arm with Ten's, her fingers using a vice grip to hold steady. There was no chance that Ten would be able to break out of this hold. Raising her chin up, Ten looked away from the girl and tried to ignore her comments as the two made their way towards the bar, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, no need to compliment me or my music taste, you've already got my word for a free drink. Now it's just insulting." Ten sniffed loudly still trying to avoid looking at her companion, a gush of pride warming her chest. Although the compliments from the woman were no doubt a result of the drinking, Ten secretly enjoyed hearing them.
Surprisingly the two had made it across the dancefloor without any hiccups and Ten steered them up to the busy bar top. Giving a disdained nod at her coworker she turned to look at the woman linked to her arm, who placed her hands on the bar top and began to gently pat them in a rhythm unknown to Ten.
"Well, pay up, loser."
Ten rolled her eyes, biting down on her tongue to hold back from cussing the woman out. Who knew if the bar tender was in cahoots with the owner and going to snitch on Ten. She hadn't spent much time on this side of the night club, so it took her a moment to read through the available drinks. Digging into her short's pocket she pulled out her billfold and placed eight dollars on the bar counter, "A Rusty Nail, please." 'So that I can shove it down her throat.' Ten forced a smirk at the woman, maybe this drink would put her over the edge and she'd have to get her stomach pumped? That would just be so sweet.
"How about that? Shouldn't really matter what you drink at this point, right, girlie? You're pretty blasted for a Tuesday, it's a bit sad, no friends here to party with you?" Ten faked a pout, sticking her lower lip out with an exaggerated whimper. Once the woman got her drink, Ten would be free to return back to her station. Not that she needed to right away, seeing as how she had put her premade playlist on autoplay before she stepped away from the booth.
▼ MOOD ＆。「annoyed and sarcastic tab ▼ THOUGHTS ＆。「'must have no friends'
▼ STATUS ＆。「single tab ▼ MONEY ＆。「$992
{ ooc; womp womp womp, watch out any and all compliments will go straight to Ten's head LOL }
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2021 6:17 pm
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"It's nothing my dear. I'm just had a big day."
His forced smile said it all. Vitessa knew all too well what a rough work day was like but she could only imagine what the head honcho of the Blacklist would define a 'rough day' looked like. She nodded in acknowledgement, taking his answer with a grain of salt. Vitessa leaned forward over the table, taking the glass of Italian Apple Martini from his hand. She took a swift sip of it and winked graciously at the blonde. The sweet and sour taste lingered on her lips as she then gently placed it back onto the table in front of her date, a smile widening on her features at his acceptance to her suggestion at dancing.
”Lucky me, I get to dance with the John Castle." She teased as they joined the dance floor along with the rest of the intoxicated mess of people. His devilish smile causing her to blush and look away, too flustered to re-claim eye-contact. Their bodies now pressed together, rolling into a steady rhythm.
"Oh my love, v'you never fail to cheer me up. Even from before.. You always put a smile on my face, my dear." Did he have to be so charming?
Vitessa's eyes flickered up at the King Pin. So many missed years without him. Within that time she had cut him from her heart and mind, rebuilding herself from the ground up only to run into him in a new city as adults. Somehow the past month of rekindling their companionship had slowly chipped away at the walls, causing her to admit, ”Seeing you happy was and always will be a pleasure." He drew in closer with every beat of the music blasting in their ears. She felt his breath over her neck, it made her bite her lip. She grabbed him by the collar, pulling him to her level, leaving a kiss on his cheek with her free hand running through his blonde hair.
When the music slowed to a more gentle pace. She continued to follow his lead. Their bodies swaying in tandem. It felt surreal and light to be with him here, in this moment, releasing any stress or worry related to work or responsibilities. It was like they were in the Academy again, dancing on the dance floor with smiles on their faces. John led her into a spin, causing Vitessa to giggle gleefully.
"I missed you.. I really do." - Oh..
She paused, her gaze more serious now. Her fingers reaching up to his chest, strands of her short hair sticking to her face from sweat. ”John...what am I to you? Are we- - -"
"- -VITESSA!!" Beverly's voice shrieked loud enough for Vitessa to turn around in time to see the empty beer bottle being hurled in their direction. Instinctively she shoved John to the side. The bottle crashed onto the ground by her feet. The projectiles made of shards sliced along her bare legs. Vitessa cringed from the pain that shot up her body. It was nothing to the bullet that grazed her that first day she met John in Soleil. Yet still painful enough for her to draw in a sharp breath. Nearby dancers screamed and started shouting at each other in confusion as to who threw the bottle. Apparently more were being thrown to cause more chaos.
"A-are you okay?" Vitessa worriedly checked John up and down then peered in the direction where the bottle was thrown to see Beverly in the middle of a group of angry idiots, disguising their motives with an obnoxiously out of beat mosh pit. It was the same idiots she stopped from assaulting the str$pper. Apparently they held a grudge and brought some friends. Damnit, she needed to get across the dance floor to Beverly. 'Analyze the situation first...focus..damn I drank too much..' From what she could tell, there were five of them coming in her direction. How she wanted to wipe those smug smirks off their faces.
A strong grip wrapped around her wrist, tugging her into the chaotic crowd, away from John. Vitessa miscalculated, there were six, not five. "Fck! Get your crusty a$$ hands off me!" Vitessa twisted around and raised her wrist up close to her mouth. In seconds she was able to earn a sharp yelp and sweet release of her wrist by biting his hand. She pulled the long golden necklace from her body and jumped on the distracted assailant, swiftly looping it around his neck and pulling it to choke him out. This is not the date night she was expecting.
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┏ OUTFIT┓xoxo tab ┏ WHERE┓neon lights tab ┏ PROFILE┓"VJ" tab ┏ COMPANY┓john
┏ NOTE┓Everyone in neon lights: feel free to move these npcs around, have fun!
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2021 8:18 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2021 11:22 pm
❛ Akane Arashi ❜
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Who am I? Your Queen | I'm feeling Bubbling with excitement | I'm speaking to The bartender and the loser(Ten), John and Vitessa along with some thugs | Where am I? Neon lights | What am I wearing? Night out
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The woman's groan made her snicker, the way she shook her head made her feel she must have thought about it. Snickering to herself, she would peer at her through her position behind her. "Did you picture me and you, to-ge-ther?" she'd ask in a teasing manner, pressing her body slightly closer before giving her some space. "Gosh, if I knew you were this willing I'd have changed the wager, you little freak." she'd snicker while she teased.
Feeling the other pry her arms away made Akane want to push them down even closer, just for her reaction. She might have made it hard for her leave her hold but she eventually gave up and let her slip out of her grip, only to replace it around her arm. Hearing her threat, "So help me God, I would break your wrists if I didn't need this next paycheck." only made Akane's heart jump in excitement. What was love if it wasn't tough? "Oh my my, you little feisty beast - though, I doubt you could do any physical damage..have you been skipping your workouts? Must be the age getting to you." the younger was simply trying to tease the other, because, seeing her angry was simply amusing. Especially when she had to hold back on most of it.
"But I'm serious, if I had the ability to tick off a whole establishment with one song, I would take it." Akane added with a light nod. "Do you get a lot of hate mail or calls to the office for that?" she'd ask.
The loser sure decided to pay up with a fancy drink her eyes wandered over. With everything running in her system, it would probably be a terrible idea to even down this one, worse case scenario she would hurl on the woman's shoe but she believed she hadn't moved much so it wouldn't be trouble in paradise just yet. Reaching for the drink, she shifted her attention to the other as she mocked her "How about that? Shouldn't really matter what you drink at this point, right, girlie? You're pretty blasted for a Tuesday, it's a bit sad, no friends here to party with you?" the woman's lips curling into a smirk as she heard her. "Why would you need someone to party with when they'd probably just leech off of you? Besides---" before she could continue or give her a clever remark of sorts, her attention shifted to the dancefloor after a loud familiar shriek and the crashing of a bottle followed by some abrupt silence through Ten's playlist.
The crowd was awfully quiet and seemingly started to give way to a bunch, was she counting...6? 7? Gah! what a terrible time to be drunk! Especially when that woman there looked like her boss and the shriek was definitely Beverly(A.K.A Inquisition). Could she be sure it was her boss though? Especially in this state? Well, there was less likely of a possibility for a couple to look exactly like Soviet vodka and her boss, besides, who wouldn't want a chance to get their hands dirty. "Well, it was nice knowing you loser--" she stated, her body moved forward before she quickly leaned back to grab the drink and down it like a shot and looked back to the other with disgruntled look. "Don't be a spectator!" she'd state simply. Maybe an invitation to fight, maybe to pick a side or maybe to get to safety.
Before she could say much, the woman sprinted off like an attack dog with a dangerous red glow to her eyes. She had mentally analyzed the direction they were dragging her boss to. Speed was one of the skills she learned to master, times like these she thanked her ancestors for her heritage. There was a mild discomfort forming in her belly from all the substance in her belly with no solids, though she pushed it aside for now as she scanned through the crowd for her boss. She noticed the man dragging her away and began following them while she called out loud. "HEY! Get your filthy hands off of her!" she'd call out, drawing the attention of at least two of them, who looked at each other and figured one of them would be enough for a child.
"Buzz off child, this isn't a place for---"the man found himself clenching his jaw as a wave of pain rushed through his being, his knees locked as he fell to the girl's feet with her bloody hues looking down at him. She quite evidently hit him and looked displeased that the fight ended so soon. Stepping over his withering body, she stepped forward. She couldn't help but notice how the sweet smell of blood was growing. Hopefully it wasn't her boss.
Not too far away, she noticed the blonde tuft of hair and quickly moved towards him assuming Vitessa was with him. "Hey boss!" she'd call out, quickly yanked by the arm by someone before she could even reach her. Akane growled and elbowed the man's gut, snaking her foot around his as she shifted her weight over to bring the tall man down. He managed to keep his grip on her arm through it all and she didn't miss her chance to break it free and of course, pop his shoulder off of it's socket which resulted in another loud scream. The adrenaline rushing through her skin made her want to dive back into the crowd for more, she was nearly drooling at this point but she shook it off quickly, looking up to see if the two were still there.
"Are you alright?" she asked Vitessa once she reached there, almost ignoring the tall blonde, holding on to her boss by her arms. "What do you need me to do?" she'd ask, shifting casually over to make some distance between the two as she supported Vistessa and shot a glare at the man, finally acknowledging him. She took a moment to look him up better, in her attempts to size him up but the discomfort in her belly was only growing. Before she could even tell him she was going to handle it from here, she ended up throwing up right before them. If they chose to step aside, they'd miss most of it, but if not, there would be some spillage over John's shoe. "Good heavens I feel much better now." she'd state as she straightened up.
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Out.Of.Chips. huehue, I'm sorry. I HOPE I WASN'T STEALING TOO MUCH OF THE FUN.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2021 10:00 pm
Maura Kshama{{¥}} Home Ombre1313 Location: Neon lights Out for : pic description Thought: simply alone but cherish by all  On Tuesday night, The club Neon lights was definitely booming as Maura rest up from her training and went out for the night. She opens the door and the gush beautiful air touch all in the room. She had her rose embalmed purse strapp around her too. Her strike red purple eyes in amazed from so many sounds and light in the building. She kept walking and then heard a combination of argument with group of people. She kept her head high and move to the dancefloor. " Well we'll, a nice little croud here. " She smile and then made her way to the bar counter. Her body leaves a tip of mystical fresh ocean scent near table as she seat on a stool. She looks for the menu and look over to hear more loud commotion from the Deejay booth. She smiled and waiting for the bartender to come tend her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2021 10:26 am
◣ get the *━ hell out of ▼ my life ⋮████
exeexe▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ❛i'm sick of being △ in this stupid place
SICK OF BEING A PART OF SOMEONE'S DATABASE! 】YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ! tab YEAH MOTHERF*CKERS, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE !
"I mean, I've only been working here for... Two-ish weeks, so no calls to office yet, but for sure I've gotten several dirty looks from the patrons."
Her tone was a bit softer, filled with pride at talking about herself and her tastes. This warm feeling soon evaporated when the drunk woman's words were cut off by a loud yell followed by a crash. It wasn't too shocking for a fight to break out on the dancefloor, so Ten ignored it for the split second after it occurred. However, when her playlist fell silent, she bit her lip and her eyes darted back towards her booth which was evidently damaged.
'Oh, come on! These chumps couldn't handle the bass or something? No excuse to just go and wreck someone's set up, ********> Her face scrunched up in disdain and anger. She continued to angrily chew on her bottom lip, pulling her attention away from her booth when the drunk woman called out to her.
"Well, it was nice knowing you, loser- Don't be a spectator!" Ten sneered as the woman downed her drink in one swift gulp before running off towards the center of the dancefloor. Only then did Ten realize that there appeared to be a circle of thugs surrounding a few well dressed individuals, who in turn appeared to be protecting a man while a woman was being dragged off the floor. To a bystander it looked as if the man had badmouthed the thugs' boss or gang and then the thugs decided to get even and drag his woman away, and Ten was too uneducated to assume otherwise. Watching the drunk girl attack one, she couldn't help but stare in awe at how quickly the takedown had happened. The girl had been drinking the entire evening, how had she managed to move so fast?
Bang!
A gunshot rang out from the middle of the crowd, a man fell to the floor with a hole right between his eyes. This caused the more drunken side of the club patrons to join in on the fighting while the more sober ones clawed their way off of the dancefloor and out of the club. Following the gunshot, the blonde male grabbed back at his woman and yelled something at her. Ten leaned back against the bar, watching the scene unfold before her. What action would she take? On one hand, she had had it up to here dealing with the drunk woman all night so getting her frustrations out wasn't the worst idea, but on the other hand if her manager- or boss- found out she had partaken in a fight she could be reprimanded. <******** it.
Ten launched herself away from the bar, noticing that one frail-looking woman sat by herself watching the fight as she waited for the bartender. Ten just shook her head and stomped her way towards the group of thugs, catching at the last second the visual- and disgusting smell that wafted her way- of the drunk woman vomiting near the feet of the blonde male.
'Tch, serves her right. Surprised it took her this long to get it all out.'
The last thought that ran through her head was to bring her hand up to her nose to try and stop the smell of vomit from getting worse the closer she got. Then a crowbar made contact with her knee, bringing her tumbling down in agony. Luckily the individual swinging it hadn't used enough force to shatter her kneecap, but damn, had it hurt. Ten ground her teeth together, pushing back tears, and then shoved herself off of the dirty dancefloor. She stood up with enough force to headbutt the crowbar thug hard enough that he bit through his own tongue.
She huffed loudly as her black leather boot made contact with the crowbar thug's ribs repeatedly. Snap, crackle, pop. His ribs shattered with each swift kick, Ten directing her anger at the drunk woman towards the whimpering thug on the ground. Her sight was blinded with anger, but her sense of smell had alerted her to another cologne-drenched individual making their way closer to her. Turning her head towards the smell, she couldn't tell if the individual was a thug or drunk patron. Either way, she dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out her brass knuckles, quickly adorning them on her left hand, she swung madly at the man who attempted to bash her head in.
It felt really good to let it out.
▼ MOOD ＆。「wild tab ▼ THOUGHTS ＆。「'hit hit hit'
▼ STATUS ＆。「single tab ▼ MONEY ＆。「$992
{ ooc; sorry for the delay! ten is just swingin on the dancefloor }
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2021 9:29 pm
Maura Kshama{{¥}} Home Ombre1313 Location: Neon lights Out for : pic description Thought: simply alone but cherish by all While the music still going on, gunshots had been fired at it has not faded her yet. She been in more bloodshed than anyone and still hear the voice of her comrades. Her eyes look back on her glory days. What did they told her, sumthn about live on for them?! She smile and raised her wind fan to protect her from any harm. Luckily not much of the wounded in the place and kept her posture intact as the young girl passed her. She spectate and assume this must be the one who got fight with the Deejay. She seems way to raudy to befriend. She looks over at the booth and heard change of sounds. She decided to go to the dancefloor and dance with her wind fan. Her body makes smooth turns alone with the fan in her hand. She set off a trance mood and random guy join in with her. She dance along the tune.
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