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Ishmaels Lament


Lost Soul

Posts: 20
Date: Jan 7, 2009
An Event (Open To Any)
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It was one of those events with no real purpose. Oh, the rich and famous put something on the invitation that spoke of humanitarian principles, but in reality these things had nothing to do with whatever cause they posed as aiding. Truthfully the wealthy simply seemed to enjoy any chance to get dressed up and be seen in odd places. Tonights starlight spectacular took place at the new city aquarium which had been built by donations solely from a few of the patrons at the party. It was closed and invitation only. Rows of guards and attendants lined the drive to help ladies from the cars and make sure that no one got inside without an invitation.


As Ishmaels gray eyes gazed out the dark tinted window in the back seat of the Bentley he watched the parade of people with boredom. If it weren't for certain business associates who would expect him to be there then he wouldn't have bothered. But given the turmoil of his past he tried very diligently to put on a good front to the world around him of being just another upstanding member of society. It wouldn't do to have anyone looking too deeply into his affairs.


Before coming he had hired Davina as his date. Paid her more than was appropriate considering she was an escort who he never slept with, but to him the prescence at social gathering was worth much more than a roll in the hay. Letting people think he was dating this exquisite blonde who was his partner at parties kept them from trying to set him up or marry him off for the most part and that alone was priceless. There would never truly be another woman for him. He had been ruined for anyone but Rashel, and in whatever dark dank hole his sister was rotting in he was sure she knew it.


After many no's he had finally dressed Davina in a simple backless cocktail gown that was a cool white against her skin and hair. Five carat diamonds dotted her earlobes where he had put them, and around her neck was enough diamond dust to make a Queen jealous. It was always his habit to dress her himself. No frivolous kinky reason. More just that he wanted them to match so that when the newspapers and paparazzi took pictures it would present the right image. He watched her tug at the long white gloves he had put her in and he reached over to lightly swat at her hand so she wouldn't fidget.


"We won't be staying long. Then I'll have Raul drop you off at the club. I just need to make sure the trustees have a chance to see us mingling."


There was simply no color to his life. No music or texture. No pleasure without that one woman by his side. If ever a man had loved a woman he had loved Rashel. Forever and truly. She had been his everything, and without her life held nothing for him. But as long as she lived he would strive to go on. Because being in the world even without her was better than leaving her world all together.


When the door was opened and the attendant helped Davina from the car he followed her out shortly after, offering her his arm to hold. His tuxedo was custom made in a gray so dark it almost looked black. It made his eyes seem deeper, and set off the sheer brilliance of Davinas white garb. Moving up the stairs and into the new aquarium with her on his arm he kept his face set straight ahead as flashes went off from the news teams trying to get photos for the european  society pages. All around him he felt thoughts like small bursts from the people, and he schooled it all into a sort of white noise buzzing behind him.


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Bella Mafia


Donna Pericolosa

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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It was expected and silently understood that rich, famous and frivilously rich loved to throw money around for causes.  Even if they couldn't give two flying shits about what the cause was originally for.  Sadly, Rosalie was much the same.  Although, she didn't throw as much money around as she could she tended to make sure the Giovanni name was used only in beneficial ways.  Although, there was a slightly vain side that wanted to preen and prance around on the arm of Marcello like the princess she was, but that was a very small side of the woman.  Such events always brought the best and the worst out in swarms and Rosalie was interested more so in the worst then the best.

Magdelina, the stylist that made a perminant residence at Giovanni house had dressed her in a completely original gown from a new Designer who was only 16 years old from Russia.  Kira Plastinina, was a prodigy when it came to her designs and Magdelina had managed to get one of the gowns for Rosalie.  It had arrived just in time for her to wear it to the openning of the aquarium. 

The limo rolled to a halt as Tomas stepped out of the front of the car to open the door for Rosalie.  His hand was extended as she reached for, allowing him the pleasure of helping her out of the stretch limo.  She rose up and took two steps forward before waiting for Marcello to emerge from the limo and offer his arm.  He looked all too dashing his black suit and bow tie.  Stuffed in the pocket of his suit was a bleach white square of silk.  White gloved hands settled in over his arm as he led the way toward the entrance.  Rosalie had long since been raised as a princess and she walked much the same as any royality would with her head high and her chin lifted in a slight touch of arrogence.  Lips curled into that all too sweet smile dimpling her left cheek inward at the flashes of light catching her.  A few of the papparazzi calling out for her to show her dress.  She paused under Marcello's watchful eye to dip the ankle length black fur jacket down off her bare shoulders and show the couture dress.  Her eyes semi blinded by the flashes of light.  It was only when Marcello took her hand again did she move forward again allowing Marcello to lead and play the role of protective guard.

Once within, she paused to turn to Marcello allowing him to reach up and remove the black fur jacket that covered her from neck to toes and hand it to the waiting man in exchange for a ticket.  Gloved fingers tugged at the edges of her slightly higher then elbow length gloves as she settled her hand back around Marcello's lifted arm.  Of course, primped to perfection the dress fit her like it was made for her, which of course we all know it was.  A tight fit from busom to calves it, the black coloring brought out the natural olive of her skin tone and the careful artistic makeup that Magdelina had applied to her eyes, cheeks and lips.  It cinched tight at her hips and flared out from behind in a cascade of black silk, the two bands of white across her hips accenting the classic hourglass.  The lush fall of black hair was pulled up into a simple bun that was held with two thick jade combs that added just that small amount of color she needed.  A matching necklace and earrings perhaps proving to some she was simply the spoiled daughter of the well known Don.

Hazel eyes lifted to Marcello as she tipped the courner of her lips upward as she let him lead the way.  Gaze drifting outwards to survey the inside and pick out faces she might or might not know.  Already looking for possible connections, be them good or bad.

-- Edited by Bella Mafia at 19:53, 2009-01-07

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Davina Koiv


Devious Sinner

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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"Love don't live here anymooore.... love is dead, love is gone... love don't live here anymore." The sound of Gabriel Ishmael Goldman's ring tone. The loud eerie pitch of the singer that sang out the song Davina had used for Ishmael. Joy nearly bubbled over hearing it. Taking up the cellphone she would answer in her sweetly Swedish accent. He spoke to her of what he needed. Head tilted as she listened. "Mmm... okay. Be there soon." Flip phone was closed. No good bye's. Clear blue eyes rolling back in extacy. The lips of Daniel kissing along her neck and lower still. Finally his teeth would slide through her flesh of her inner thigh. In a wash of pleasure Davina gave him the sound he wanted. Her breath catching in the back of her throat. "Yes. Like that harder. Yes, harder baby." Lean fingers with her short clipped nails ran through the sandy blond of Daniel's hair. Bleach blond hair fanned out on the cherry red of her pillow. Baby butt smooth legs caressed the length of the vampire who fed from Davina's thigh. A sick twisted pleasure. Her only vice. The bite of a vampire.

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The car dropped Davina off at the large estate of one Ishmael Goldman. already washed and cleaned to perfection. Hair was expertly styled by Davina with a little useful hints by the very stylish elegant bisexual vampire escort she had been keeping company of a few hours prior. Being paid for your vice had its perks. Within her hands she had a coat bag full of dresses. Ish said elegant, flattering and sexy. Davi brought those that she thought would fit the bill. Little did she know a few minutes later and a bunch of no's afterwards that he would simply dress her himself. All white. The diamonds, the sparkle and she felt like a princess. At the same time, while he dressed her she thought quietly on how she and Ishmael had gotten this far. Staring at his face while he placed the diamonds at her ears. Many many women would have tried to kiss him at that moment. Davina was content to allow him to touch her at his will. A dab of perfume to her neck, and they were off.

The edges of her gloves slipped just a little. She tugged at the fabric softly and with only a slap of Ishmael's fingers did she remember herself and where she was. In his Bentley on the way to some Gala or other. He hired her for company. Not the kind that required the removal of clothing. she was his escort. Never once did he pay for sex, never once did he abuse her in any such way. Just pose for the camera, smile, look beautiful and mingle with him. Nothing else. It was every little girl's dream come true. Hired attendant took her hand helping her out of the car. The flash of bulbs, and like a model her eyes seemed to be hooded, giving the bedroom look to the camera's. As soon as Ish's arm was beneath her hand she walked with him, carefully not to step on the hem of her dress. The shoes were as polished white as her dress. More flash of light, more pictures. She followed Ishmael's lead and looked forward. His suit the perfect contrast to her dress. In her mind all she was thinking was to act the part. Davina was remembering the feel of Daniel's bite. How he rolled her mind and the look upon her features, the face the camera's would capture was a woman in love and in lust with the man she walked along side.

Entering the aquarium. The blue of the water played across her porcelain skin bathing in an eerie blue tone. It played off the jewels at her ears and neck as well as the dress. "Okay." She whispered to Ishmael. Davi wasn't paid to chatter at him about uselessness. She played the part. The file on Ishmael was pulled up in her mind remembering the company he kept and what conversations they had shared and with whom. Ice blue eyes dancing over his associates painting faces with conversations. Just incase anyone bothered to ask her anything.


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Fires Rebirth


Tainted Flames

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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As a bodyguard he was background. He got paid to stand there in uniform and look angry. Which as it turned out was right up his alley since he almost always looked about ready to human torch someone. When the car came pulling up to the curb Solomon did one last check of the earpiece he wore that would connect him with the security staff at the event and give him a call out option to get in touch with Mr Goldmans secretary if it was needed. So far on the job the most danger he'd seen had been when some street urchin tried to pick Goldmans pocket. But miraculously the kid had stopped and turned away.


There was something all together not right about his employer, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Normally he would assume it meant that he was one of the Others, but Solomon didn't get that itchy skin feeling around him so he let it go. At the curb no one reached for his door in the front, of course, elitist bastards. Tipping an imaginary hat to Raul he stepped out of the car and played the part of shadowy sidekick perfectly. Even had the black on black suit to fit the bodyguard uniform. The gun under his jacket a weight he didn't mind at all.


Walking to the side and a few steps behind Mr Goldman and his date Solomon heard the voices over the earpiece. Security team detailing the layout of the event. Flashes went off from the peanut gallery and he stayed out of the limelight while being close enough to make sure his boss wasn't in harms way. The other people there were only noticed if they got too close. Solomon was really hoping he might get to shoot someone one day soon. His life had just been way too calm lately.


Inside the aquarium he shadowed the couple in a way that was easy and unobtrusive. After those first few moments at the entrance it would be difficult for anyone to realize just whose bodyguard he was. It was safer if people didn't realize you were being guarded sometimes. Orchestral music swelled over the sound system and champagne seemed to flow everywhere. Even standing on his own Solomon just didn't invite conversation. Maybe it was the scowl on his lips or that darkness to his smoky topaz eyes. He looked like he might spit on you instead of chit chat. And no one likes spit on their shiny dress shoes.


He'd stay until his boss gave the gesture to leave, then follow them out. Every day he waited for his time to go home just so he could tell Lyl about his day. If anyone else asked about his day he'd cuss them a river and tell them how much it sucked. But for her he weaved stories of the events making them into interesting things to brighten her day. So until he could go home to her he resigned himself to just doing his job.


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Baroness DuMorne


Demonic Nobility

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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Rowan was enjoying what she thought off as a well deserved evening of pampering. After a delightful mud mask, and a steam in the newly built sauna, the Djavo followed it up with a soak in the bathtub. The thing was the size of a Queen bed, and came with two small motors to fill the water with bubbles. It was simply, heaven.   So when the door bell chimed through out the empty Villa, Rowan was not a happy camper as she eyed the small security monitor built over the tub.

The delivery boy or rather, young man, didn't fidget, didn't eye the place or take in the decor, he simply stood outside of her door like a statue. With obscenities barely contained, Rowan plucked a small towel off a near by rack and hastily wrapped herself in it. It covered close to nothing, but that hardly mattered. Not wanting to leave wet, soapy foot prints on the floor, Rowan took a short cut. It took merely two trips before she found herself in front of the front door. After double checking the peep hole, she flung it open. It was dramatic, and it revealed her in her nearly naked glory. The delivery boy didn't seem impressed. Maybe it was that his balls were cut off, or it was that tell tale white swatch of fabric peeking from beneath blue coveralls. He didn't speak, he didn't hand her a clip board, he simply handed over a small box wrapped in red ribbon and went away. 

 
Rowan would have felt insulted but her eyes were drawn to the delivery.  Without looking she let go off the door, letting it shut itself with its own momentum, while she carried the box into the living room.  Nothing tingled her "spidy" sense, which meant absolutely nothing. With the bracelet on her wrist, there could have been a magical time bomb inside the pretty wrapper for all she knew.  Taking a risk, and trusting that her usefulness has not yet been reevaluated, Rowan opened the box with a gusto of a child on a Christmas morning.  The invitation inside was tasteful, elegant, well phrased and printed on rather pricey material.  There was no RSVP card there to send back, only a piece of paper of a different material with a seal that was all too familiar.  After taking out the invitation, Rowan lit the fireplace in the room. Watching the flames consume the box and the seal till nothing but ash remained, which Rowan cleaned up and tossed out. Paranoid? Maybe, but that doesn't mean there isn't someone lurking in the shadows.  Now her biggest problem was figuring out what to wear.

 
Social gatherings, they had only two settings. Boring or miraculously eventful. A charity like event at an Aquarium?  Rowan wasn't betting good money on having that much fun. But the opportunistic girl that she was, Rowan couldn't ignore the fact that where there was charity there was wealth. Wealthy little fish swimming in a seat of suits and gowns. Jewelry, lose cash. Petty trinkets and flashy items, but Rowan liked petty trinkets and flashy items. She liked them a lot. After one of the attendants dressed in their sharp little red half suits, opened the car door for her, Rowan glided out. Taking a moment, to allow  cameras lined up outside the main entrance to snap her photo, before she headed inside. The invitation was passed over to the right person without pause to see if her name was even on the list. It was, she was sure of it. Even if it wasn't...too late now.


The place was nice. Rowan liked it. The fish, the decor, the lighting, the setup for the "gala event" was tasteful but not over the top. Granted the party goers dressed for the event. Blues, and creams, and turquoise abound. With matching jewels sprinkled about.  Someone went with a daring green or yellow color to stand apart. Failed miserably. It was a pity when people chose colors that they liked best, not what looked best on them. Perhaps that's why Rowan went with blood red. The color worked and she worked in it. The Grecian style competed with the abundance of mermaid styles floating around. Snagging a champagne glass Rowan, made herself at home. Politely smiling at those who looked her way. Shaking hands with complete strangers after telling them how good it was to see them again. Then of course there were the regulars, social friends. You knew their name, they knew yours and it was enough to open up the floor for small talk, while killing time before the real festivities. So far Rowan managed to dodge the bullet.  During the brief seconds between idle greetings, she pictured Xander's reaction at being ordered to attend.  Her teeth showed when she smiled next, making a man think that it must have been something about him to get her going.  "Scusi, Io devono usare la toletta." His face fell, Rowan's grin grew as she put distance between herself and the would be admirer. One in every group there was.

 
Now with some breathing room around her, it was time to make like a shark and stalk. Pick out the predators first. Body guards, hired muscle. Some blended quite well. Their suits well tailored. Some needed to rethink their choice of wardrobe or the pieces they barely hid with it. Those were off limit, but left plenty of, dare she think it, other fish in the sea.


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Sister of Stone


Soeur de Pierre

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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Champagne slipped down her throat. Crisp and idly refreshing. Empty flute glass placed on the silver tray of a passing waiter. Hematite eyes staring behind the spill of dark long lashes. The flash of bulbs, the parade of reporters, idle voices and chattering. Music was nothing more than background noise. Aurora took in a deep breath. The strings of her corset tugging and protesting the action. Ever so tightly she was bound in the dress. An elegant Roberto Cavalli dress clung to her figure, strapless with a long running slit over her right leg. The fabric of the dress was not found in nature. With her every turn it shimmered a different shade. From the deepest oceanic blue to the palest sky blue. It seemed her dear friend was finding many magical ways of creating his new line. A line Aurora gladly funded.

Many exotic fish swimming in carefully placed and oddly guarded tanks. Currently she stood close to a tank containing what many would believe was a fish. A large shimmering fish. If one carefully paid attention this so called fish had arms and an upper body of a man. A merman swam in this aquarium. Knowledge of his species was set on a stand and the letters engraved on the plaque. Aurora lifted her long lashes to catch a glimpse of the man's face. Her lips twisting in a sad smile. Poor creature. Yet, he lived a somewhat good life. Fed, cared for, and protected. All the while being gawked at by everyone that came by.

She had put money into this charity. Another flute glass was plucked from the tray of a waiter. A sigh crossed her large thick lips. Turning away, back exposed to the creature within the tank. Her heels softly tapping against the hard marble floor of the new aquarium. aurora was thinking of what had transpired hours ago. The pictures and the woman and man in her flat. It set her teeth on edge. Caine was reckless. Leaving those sort of people in their home. Pushing aside the thoughts. She would turn her attention to the here and now.

Noise rising as two new people entered. The woman, Aurora knew from the papers. Rosalie Esme Giovanni on the arm of her bodyguard. Mafia. As the Mafia went, Aurora had seen them rise and fall. One Don after another. French, Italian, Japanese, Chinese. They all came and went. All striving for power trying to top the last leader before them. Trivial. A sip from her glass.

Over the rim of the flute she could see the next man entering with a blond, with hair so light it nearly blended into the dress, on his arm. His suit so deep gray it was almost black to frame the woman. Yet, Aurora knew it was not the female that was famous or even for as much diamonds she wore didn't have the money. It was the man. He appeared almost ruthless. Almost being the word. Something about him was just not right. After him another woman. Old money, flashy and one of those aristocrats that believed the world should be handed to them on a silver platter. A Baroness with her nose so stuck up in the air, she'd drown if it rained. Aurora turned her eyes from the woman in disgust.

Thoughts were heavily guarded. They were for herself and for who ever she wanted to share them with, which was no one in present company. Flowing fabric moved like heaven across her long shapely legs as she walked to her brother; Caine.



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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Date: Jan 7, 2009
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"Who wants to go to some Gala anyway?"

"Miss Izzano-"

"Don't call me that." Her retort was quick, her tone sharp as she looked at the man on her video screen. She was chopping up some vegetables for dinner, planning on making some manogot with alfredo sauce. The man huffed, pushing up his glasses. He was new. Or maybe he wasn't, and she just didn't remember him. Even if he was new, he should have known better than to call her by that name. It meant nothing to her, not since she was eighteen. It was just a name used on the company and to sign on contracts. She was a Chapman, and she preferred to be called that way.

"Chapman then."

"Yes?" Her tone lightened with that word, a smirk forming on her lips, the tension past. She'd decided to think about staying for the next week or so, which in turn meant she hadn't packed anything up. Once she packed up, she knew she was leaving. And she didn't want to make any hasty decisions. Her hand went idly to her back, rubbing it gently through the material before she caught herself and went back to chopping. It itched like crazy, but she didn't need to scratch the tattoo.

"Miss Simmons said that you would be quite interested in the guest list. There is a Baroness DuMorne..." He paused in his reading of the list to look up and see her reaction. Llidya shook her head at the name. "A Mr. Ishmael Goldman..." Another shake of her head, "A Miss Rosalie Giovanni..." At that name her hand paused in it's movements, and that smirk grew into a smile. "Oh really?" She asked, looking up to meet Pettigrew's gaze. She had no idea how Margie had gotten the guest list, but she didn't really care either.

Since she and Loke had had their chat a couple of nights ago, she'd had Mouse get her the latest beef on the Mafia in Rome. After all, it was the birthplace of the Famiglia, and as a Chapman, it was her birthright to do everything she could to take it down. She'd been in the OCD for a couple of years before they had moved her to Homocide, and she still helped them out on cases. Well, had...of course that'd been ten years ago, even if it didn't seem like it, because it didn't feel like it. Not that she didn't appreciate the Mafia in some small way, as if it hadn't been for the Morello Family in the States...she'd prolly never been born. But that was another story entirely. Mouse had given her the scoop on Who's Who in Rome, and Rosalie Giovanni was on that list. Word was she was a calculating woman, and so far...squeaky clean. But Chapman knew better. As bad as she felt, she knew rustling down some bad guys, or at least being obnoxious for an evening, would give her a little skip back into her step.

"I take it you are interested in going to the Gala? Shall I send out for some gowns?"

"No. Only one man can get me into a dress and you aren't him. Thanks Pettigrew. Talk to you tomorrow." She clicked off the connection and moved to the sink to wash her hands. She had plans to cook up tonight, rather than dinner. He had said the invitation had mentioned she could bring a guest. Maybe she could call Loke. The thought crossed her mind as she moved into her bedroom to grab her leather jacket off the bed. She glanced to the clock on the wall, and slid her jacket over her shoulders. She patted her hair, making sure the French braid was still nice and tight and started out the door, cell phone lifting to her ear as it dialed.

"Hey Loke, it's Llid. Wanna go on a date?"

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A few hours later had her and Loke at the front door, with a bonafide invite, much to the concierge's dismay. Llidya could only grin as the man viewed the invitation over and over again. With a sigh, he finally let the two pass. Llidya gave Loke a smirk, all the while acting the guy part with Loke's arm through her own. Loke looked gorgeous in her dress, and Llidya thought she looked great in her faded jeans, Brahma-bull steel toed boots and white button up with a small mustard stain near the collar. This was going to be a blast. As soon as they entered, she glanced down to Loke with a grin.

"Thanks sister. Now..." She pulled at her collar some, "I have a mafia princess to annoy. You go have fun and get laid." Llidya patted her shoulder with that last jest, and she turned to scan the room, moving within slowly to see if she could spot the woman. Oh, a buffet table! Sweet.


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Ashes Of Faith


Lukois' Lucifer

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Normally the invitation for such an event would have been thrown out with the rest of the garbage, but for some reason he had decided to attend. There was an Armani tux in his closet that was classically cut and tailored to his long lean form, and he wore it well. Still even in finery he never quite mixed with this crowd. Growing up with money had never made him pampered, and it showed. Under that tux was still a man who couldn't help but look lethal in every way. Something about his movements as he drank champagne and moved among the crowd screamed predator. And within him the dark passenger was reveling in the heat of bodies pressed together in this space, seeing them mostly as prey.


Ash set his empty glass of champagne on a passing tray carried by one of the waiters and lifted an arm so that the black sleeve hitched back and he could see the face of the antique Rolex he wore. Checking the time he was close to leaving, not having found whatever he thought might entertain him at such an event. There was no one here he knew yet, and each time some pretty debutante in an evening gown came his way he always politely but firmly put them off. It really was a sign of how bored he was not working that he was even there.


Moving towards one of the tanks that held manatees he watched the sea creature glide through the glistening blue water. It made him almost sad to see them in those tanks. Fish probably had no more sense of freedom than a bug, but still he hated to see any creature trapped like that. His eyes were bright as twin blue stars with the blue of the water casting his pale skin in an odd blueish sheen as well. For a moment he couldn't take his eyes off the wall of glass and then something prickled the senses of his beast and he turned towards the entrance of the aquarium. Lydia and Loke were coming through the door arm and arm and when he saw the way Lydia was dressed his generous lips twitched in something that might have become a smile were he a man given to smiling.


Moving towards the two he saw them split and paused in his stride only a moment before chosing to move towards Lydia. Silver shields lined his beast and kept that energy contained around the other wolves, but coming up from behind her he wasn't surprised when she seemed to sense him and turned to look him in the eye. There was an instant where their eyes met that it was easy to believe no time had passed at all, and what with the oceanic surroundings it could have been Hawaii. Clearing his throat slightly he lightly brushed fingers across the short black goatee at his chin.


"That's an interesting choice for a gala. I'm glad I didn't wear my diamond encrusted suit or we might not have matched."


His voice was so dry you could spread jam on it, and his humor was dryer still. Hard to tell when he was kidding unless you knew him. Which Lyd did and didn't all at the same time. Lucky him. Surveying her face he waited to see if that anger would rise in her again. Before much could shift though he simply began to talk. Somehow it was easier here with all this phoney pretense going on around him, to just be himself. And he liked that.


"I have a business proposition for you Chapman. Well, maybe not so much business as pleasure. Something to keep you and I and some of our old
cop buddies from commiting Harry Carry."


Ash outlined his plan to use the money and connections they all had to form their own private company specializing in investigation, security, and execution. All areas of expertise for the team he was thinking of putting together. Each with legal documents giving them authority to consult with police and use resources other groups couldn't get. Ash didn't need the money and he knew she didn't either, but getting the family of cops back together for donuts and homicide sounded like a good plan. Waiting for Lydias response he picked up another flute of champagne from a passing tray.


-- Edited by Ashes Of Faith at 00:06, 2009-01-08

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The Bitch Wolf


Big Bad Bitch

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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The phone roused her from her slumber like state of staring vegitativly at her laptop.  Reaching over blindly she snagged the bluetooth and clipped it into her ear before hitting the button.

"Loke"

"Hey Loke, it's Llid. Wanna go on a date?"

Loke blinked at the voice on the phone and she had to laugh.  She gave the usual excuses that she was busy but LLidya saw right through them.  What do you have to do that's so important?  Can't your attorney handle your business, that's what they are there for right?    After much debate back and forth, she had found herself climbing out of the bed and heading to her closet.  Loke owned very few dresses, mostly sundresses for those hot Hawaiian nights.  And now, well it was way to fucking cold to wear them.  Although at the back of her closet sat the a white and black garment bag.  Tugging it out she unzipped the bag and stared at the dress that matched her eyes.  The same deep amber gold of her wolven eyes.  She gave Llids a sigh and agreed finally.   Fourty Five  minutes!!!  What the fuck, did she think she was superwoman who could change that fast in a damn phonebooth.  Are there even phonebooth's anymore? 

Loke dashed from her room to the bathroom for a quick shower, quickly giving herself a rough washing although she piled her hair on her head with a clip to keep it dry.   It was a mad dash to her room with a towel wrapped around her before every inch of her skin was smothered in lotion.  The water here was harsh and made her naturally tan skin look flaky, ashy.  As it dried she sat on her bed and  faced the mirror on the wall across from her bed and lathered her hair up with straightener. She finished her hair as Llid's pulled into the driveway, the lights flashing up into her window.  Diving for her phone she dialed Llidya and explained she would be down in ten minutes no later.

With her usual wild black hair tamed into a sleak straightness she pulled the amber dress on.  It hugged her in just the right ways, stopping at her knees.  She dug out some simple black heels, ugh how she hated heels before slipping them on.  A purse was found, small and black before she tossed her keys, chapstick and a pocket knife in as well as her cell before she bolted out of the house.

Llids supprised her by not dressing up but that tickled Loke even more then it should have.  So she could play the male side of the date, that was fine with her.   Once at the place, she stepped out watching the photographer's mouths fall at Llidya's casual dress and her nice dress although it was by far not designer.  With her hand on Llid's arm she headed to the door, seemingly ignoring the flash of bulbs.  For sure that when they got to the door they would be turned away but Llidya seemed to be full of suprizes.  How she got the invite she had no clue.  Who gave a shit really though as long as they got inside.  

Though once allowed in she turned to Llidya as she spoke about pestering some Mafia chick.  She shook her head flashing those all too sharp teeth before giving Llid's a encouraging slap on the ass like this was a baseball game.

"Go get'm tiger."

On her own, Loke walked quietly, observing the rich and famous, although who was which she had no clue.  Lack of real understanding for the situation was probably a big mistake but well it wasn't often she got to dress up so nice and go to a fancy schmanzy party.  Although once Loke found the Dolphin tank, she was happy.  She stood motionless watching the Dolphins glide in the water, blowing bubble rings and chasing them through the water.  Fingertips reached up and flicked a very annoying and unneeded tear off her lashes before it ruined the blackness of her mascara. Hormones... yeah that was why she was so damn weepy lately.  That had to be it, or possibly the lack of sleep and dreams.  She gave her head a little shake focusing more on the dolphins.  She hadn't swam with dolphins since she was 18, since before she became a wolf.  They had avoided her like a shark was in the water.  But at least from here she could stand and watch and simply enjoy herself.

-- Edited by The Bitch Wolf at 00:25, 2009-01-08

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Frere de Pierre

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Caine's white tuxedo looked ravishing against his golden skin, but he had already untie the bow tie so that the black fabric hung open around his collar. The tuxedo shirt had been unbuttoned so that he looked like some European playboy just after a roll in the hay. Short curled golden hair was in disarray from the female who was draped over him running her fingers through it. He stood in a group of about five as they laughed and drank in excess. Around them the gala enthusiasts looked on at his groups antics with their noses firmly stuck up their own asses.


Laughter like rich silk spilled from between his full lips as he bent to whisper a naughty promise to the brunette hanging on him which rewarded him with another brush of her long nails through his hair. Across the room his glowing amber eyes caught sight of his sister. He watched her watch the people and through the barely there expressions on her face he learned all he needed to know about what she thought of them. All those Caine stood with were the children of wealth, not the money men themselves. Spoiled batardes who shared his love of debauchery.


For an immortal Caine had an attention span that was about on par with that of a goldfish. Distracting his 'date' of the moment by handing her his empty glass and asking her to fetch him a refill he waited until she was gone to ditch the rowdy crowd and move across the floor towards his sister. At that moment she began to move towards him as if they had shared the same thought.


"Boring." Aurora said.


"Bored."


Caines response was immediate and paired with one of those richly textured laughs that edged the rolling French accent he spoke in. Sidling up next to her he slipped an arm around her waist, wide hand claiming her hip in his grasp as he lowered his head so that he spoke from just beside the shell of her ear. Breath, warm and smelling of champagne brushed against her cheek. Words like silken ribbon wove a pattern as he looked out at the room from beside her.


"Let us play a game petite soeur. You shall choose the person here you think has the most money, the most class, the most prestige. And we'll bet whether or not I can have them naked in the coatroom before the evening is over. Ce qui vous pensent?"


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Evie North


Telemetric Trickster

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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The last place Evie expected herself to be was sitting in a dress that made her actually look older than twelve. Evie'd never been one for her own figure; she'd rarely been found outside of anything that wasn't denim or from Target. She'd been mistaken for an adolescent boy more than once from behind ... but there was no way that was happening tonight. After recieving the invitation from Marcus, Evie'd laughed and declined immediately. Evie North meets Italian High Society. What, was she being Punk'd or something? No way in hell. And yet, after thinking about it for some time ... she'd decided it was the right thing to do. She was his, and she wanted to show him that she understood that. That she was proud of that. This meant facing her biggest fears: designer clothing, high heels, and scary rich people.

Rather than tell him she was coming, Evie had decided to surprise him. Sneaking her way to the glitzy part of town, the inexperienced shopper had walked into the only designer name she recognized: Gucci. No, Evie wasn't a closet Sex and the City addict: she had no frickin' clue what she was doing. The saleswomen hadn't bothered to pay any attention to her whatsoever, until she'd flashed a shiny piece of plastic and her invitation to the Hoity Toity Gala Thing. Funny, what a little paper and plastic can do. Less than an hour later, Evie had left with a dress that was almost frighteningly expensive, in comparison with her usual ensemble. Or her villa.

She'd avoided any phone calls all day, as she'd been in Spa Jackass at her tiny abode trying to make herself look presentable. Legs were shaved, dark hair was washed, dryed, and even straightened; she was even wearing make-up now.

Not that it mattered. She was too scared to get out of the car.

"You can do it. No! No, you can't. -- Yes, you can. Idiot. Get out of the fucking car."

Her cab driver was staring at her like she was a crazy person ... and Evie didn't like that. Never look at a former patient like she's still in the nut house. Maybe that was the only thing that eventually got her out of the car. Imagine, taking a cab to the red carpet. At least she'd made him park a bit away. She'd rather walk up than be dropped off.

Shaking her head, Ms. North took a deep breath. The invitation was in one hand, a tiny black satin clutch in the other. The Gucci ladies had been only too helpful with her accessories. With one final nod of acceptance, Evie opened the cab door, stepping into the cool night air and beginning her short walk to the entrance.

People, guards, cameras everywhere ... on the outside, Evie was stone. She was doing her best impression of Marcus, or Ash. Grey eyes were lined in kohl matching her dark hair, which had been brushed and straightened to a glossy mane of mahogany hanging down her back and shoulders. The dress was something called a 'shift' or something: A full back, but with a plunging neckline in fron that left her feeling a little more than exposed. But, hey; she had the tiny boobs to pull it off. if you got it, flaunt it for a night and then spend the rest of your life pretending you didn't. The dress was a deep red satin, a color matched by her lips. Around her (very exposed) neck hung two neclaces, perhaps the only thing out of place about her: a stone, an a diamond heart. Two gifts, from two protectors. Fashion be damned: she needed all of the protection she could get. Black three-inch spike heels carried her petite frame, the tiny stilletos forcing her small body to saunter as it walked. Was it supposed to do that? Apparently so. Stupid heels. The last part of her ensemble was the usual wild-card about her, but was now just another flourish: black elbow-length opera gloves, made in a thin, tender silk. Alex had given her a pair just in case; she'd laughed at him. Called him a delusional ol codger. Well, who was laughing now?

Really, it was going pretty well. She looked the part, as long as she didn't open her mouth. Once she reached the guards, she offered her invitation without a word. Stoic Lady. On the inside she was screaming something similar to "DEARGODPLEASEDON'TMAKEMEDIEOFEMBARASSMENT!" but on the outside she was cool as a cucumber. Her shields were down so tight, no an ounce of anxiety wafted off of her. The man scanned the card, scanned the card holder, and nodded.

She was in.

Lights were flashing all around, and it was a miracle she didn't eat it on the carpet. A little bit further. Keep it cool, keep it together! Oh, yeah. A few more minutes of this and she'd be a bucket of crazy.

It was a blessing from God to finally be inside of the aquarium, away from the incessant flashbulbs and shouts of 'what are you wearing!' Evie'd made only one slip up, staring at a woman and saying simply, "a dress." What, she was! Oh, well.

She simply kept telling herself all of this would be worth it. The surprise element, the excitement ... she knew it meant something. So she was going to be a lady, and polite, and ... not Evie.

So naturally she snatched a glass of Dom Perignon from a passing penguin and started sipping.

So! Who all did she recognize? Or a better question ... who would recognize her?

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il morte fa parte

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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What kind of Primogen would he be if he did not attend this gala event?  He had the invitation, but wasn't so sure he even wanted to go.  It had caused hours of contiplating and trying to weigh out the pros and cons on whether or not it was a good idea, That changed when he got a visit from an unlikely guest that put him out of his little funk that he had been in.  An item had been given to him to view, revealing many things to him, and made his decision for him.  Now was the perfect moment to be seen again, to make peoples head turn and notice. 

She had become trusted in that moment.  Someone who he knew would be loyal, someone to put trust in, though never 100%, because that was just Tino.  He was always afraid of that extra percentage of trust, because that was when someone would strike and bring the house down that was so carefully built.  But he was trying to put the doubt aside, having given his back to her, to see if she would stab him to the heart.  He had asked her to stand by his side, to be his eyes and ears when others did not want him to hear.  To guard him, placing his life, or un life in her hands. 

She was his date for the evening.  He had honestly expected her to say no, genuinely surprised when she said yes.  So there he was, climbing out of the Aston Martin, strolling to the other side, he opened the door for his date.  Holding his hand out for her, he smiled, eyes actually danced with hidden mischief as she elegantly exited the vehicle.

He had dimmed his power, keeping it at a low roar, but on just enough for any vampires near to know that the Primogen was there.  Hair was pulled back into a pony tail, tied low at the base of his neck, clean shaven and left looking like a Roman God.  Tom Ford personally designed tuxedo worn, classic black and white with Onyx tie tack and cuffs, spit shined shoes, the six foot three male looked good enough to eat, and knew it. 

Ignoring the press who screamed out his name, his hand fell to the middle of Eden's back, guiding her towards the entrance, head dipping to whisper softly into her ear.  "You osservi stasera bello."  A smile spread across chiseled features as he handed over the invitation to a host, stepping past them to lead Eden deeper into the fray of bodies, looking quickly around them to see if anyone stood out, or who he might know.  Loke was there, as was Ash, so he knew Evie would be close behind. 

Tonight might prove to be interesting, indeed.

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Baroness DuMorne


Demonic Nobility

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Supply and Demand was a beautiful dance. The more people arrived at the Aquarium, the more Champagne was sent out onto the floor. The more people drank, the thirstier they got. It was glorious to see sharp gazes begin to dull. Smiles start to sag. The hum of conversation becoming more animated as people slowly but surely found topics on which to agree, disagree, wiggle-waggle on.  It was fun watching carefully crafted masks that most of the gala attendees wore, begin to slip. Little by little but their true natures were starting to show.


Like for example the two old biddies that Rowan found herself talking to. Both looked like they'd seen the worse side of sixty, but she'd be damned if their tanned and polished arm candy wasn't just starting to see the early side of twenty. Whenever she could, Rowan snuck glances at the expression on the gentlemen's faces. They looked as bored as Rowan felt, but whenever their respective Sugar Mama looked at them, oh how they smiled. Their eyes instantly filling with love (for the bitches money no doubt) and other warm and tingly feelings, that sent the women into teetering giggles. Five more minutes of this and Rowan was going to either be sick or hang the two windbags by the strings of pearls they both wore. "For the Aquatic theme you see." Rowan saw. She saw two women who aside from their money had nothing else to offer society. And they were here to collect their dues. To show off their worldly possessions (men on their arm included) and to rub it in the face of the lesser folk. Rowan hated women like them. They didn't know what a bad day was. It took quite a bit of willpower for Rowan not to demonstrate right then and there just how bad things could get when one wasn't paying attention.

And speaking of not paying attention, it wasn't till one of the biddies spoke to Rowan directly that the Djavo blinked her big blue eyes and smiled warmly at the woman. "I'm sorry who?" "Mister Goldman...There, that man over there."  Rowan slowly turned her head following the line of sight till she spied the figure the woman was talking about. "Him?" "Si, si, that one." Well, an excuse was an excuse and Rowan flashed the two women the sweetest smile her face was capable off. On good days she could manage dimples. "Ladies if you'll excuse me I do believe I'll go over and say hello." The two women beamed back. Their false teeth gleaming dully.  Rowan could pretty much picture their mouths covered in blood from where they sucked the life out of their victims. Metaphorically speaking of course, they were as human as Rowan was not. Still, made for a pretty picture in her head.  


With a fresh glass of the bubbly in her hand, Rowan positively floated through the crowds. Making with the nice-nice where ever she could while feeling the energies of those around her. The Gala drew all kinds it seemed. Human, and Lycan, and other alike. It was a veritable buffet of possibilities, but Rowan played nice. Keeping her shields nice and secure against her power while making idle conversation. A flash of something odd got her attention though. A woman dressed like she was going to a bar. And considering where she was, and that there was security by the door and the place just didn't look like a bar, Rowan was thought that perhaps she was coming from a bar.


The thought was a funny one as Ro watched the redhead cut a path through the crowd. Well, talk about a fashion statement. That kept her interest for about a minute before Rowan found herself not too far away from her original target. Mr... Goldman, who what where and why, she didn't know. But the internet was a great place to look up such things. Once he looked in her direction, Rowan was all polite smiles and tilt of her head in acknowledgement. When people looked at you, it was rude to pretend they were invisible. The blonde he was with though, made Rowan fight back a smile. The dye job made the follicles of her hair cringe, forcing the Djavo to look away before she said something improper or god forbid, rude.  The inner Wasp in her screamed in frustration at being kept under wrapped. Maybe later she could unleash on some poor soul for now she had to play nice though.  And that's when the pin prickle of warmth that couldn't be anything but a Lycan sent Rowan's skin a'tingle. She knew that tingle too. The hot and angry little number from the Coffee shop the other day. Glee. The party status just went from Boring to Quite Interesting.




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Silent


Silent Howls

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Silent was set on not locking herself in all the time. She was tired of constant routine of working on the Asylum till she was to exhausted to move or to care. The house no matter how many lived there still felt too empty. Memphis was away at the bar again. Ash...Well they always seemed to miss each other. Leni...Well she had a wonderful thing going for herself and well Silent didnt feel right bothering her lately.....So when the invitation to the Galla arrived at the Asylum, Silent had been all to eager to go.

She had always loved fish. She couldnt even count the endless hours she had spent at the one in New Orleans. Watching the great sea turtle swim...Or trying to have a staring contest with the pair of otters...Or how she would drag Vaughn there and try and pretend to stick the starfish on her breast..The memory caused a smile to tug at her lips. Moving to the rather large trunk that sat in the corner of her room at the Vineyard she would pull out a lil black dress. Perfect, matched with the heels she had bought to go with it..She felt like a princess...Well in a way.

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Ok so the aqurium opening wasnt like some big party...But it was fun for Silent none the less. The swamp wolf was more then happy to find the small display of the North American swamp lands.Silent felt completely at home as she watched the large albino gator...Whispering to the woman who stood there gawking at it that some people believed that they were good luck. The smell that came from beyond the glass was the reason she really hadnt moved. Perhaps it had been the reason why she hadnt caught the scent of others in the building.

" I know how you feel. So far from home. Locked away on display in glass..."

She would smile saddily. Silent had felt like a fish out of water here...She couldnt talk to half of the locals...Let alone most of the men who Loke hired on to start on the reconstruction of the Asylum...She hadnt even attempted to try and understand those who came into the hookah and instead brought Charo and Beuno to run the kitchen and was letting Barbie handle the hiring since Silent only stared at those who came in as if they grew another head.

Fingers would press against the glass. Yes she would come visit the poor gator. Alot...This small area was a slice of home wasnt it?

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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Llidya had started for the buffet, yet to spot the target of the evening, Rosalie Giovanni. But hell, for all she knew she could be necking off in one of the alcoves. But then that scent hit her nose, and her beast turned in anticipation as a familiar presence approached. She felt him moving behind her, even though he didn't make a sound. She turned, a burst of joy at seeing him, a smile given his way at the delight of his presence. It only lasted a moment before sadness drifted through her eyes and she schooled her expression. At his comment, she smiled again, and did a twirl, her hand holding out the hems of the invisible dress.

"Ya like it? I thought I would go with the designer Levi Strauss over Osh Kosh Begosh for the evening."

She could have sworn she got that almost smile from him then, and she pulled at her collar to straighten it much like a Greaser might adjust the collar of his leather jacket. He began to speak rather professionally, about a business proposition. Normally she would have replied with something along the lines of sexual innuendo when he mentioned Harry Carry...because she had no idea what that was. But she didn't, instead listening to him lay out the business deal. Her expression became schooled, and she nodded, her own mind racing at who she could contact and needed to call to get permits and things they would need. All in all, she liked it.

It sounded much better than anything old Artie had offered. As he plucked up his champagne, she thought a moment, wondering if she could work with him. As they had stood in the middle of the floor, talking, people had begun dancing around them. Apparently quite a few of them had had their share of the Champagne. Her Bahamas-clear water hues wandered off to watch a few couples move around one another, and she realized they should move soon, as it would only be polite. Oh to hell with being polite. She settled her gaze back on Ash, nodding.

"Let's do it. I'm game." Hands moved to her hips as she tilted her head a bit to look up at him, all in all a rather enjoyable spot to be in, even if they were in danger of getting bumped into.

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Lethal Lethario


Strange Botwin

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"I want a shark with laser beams on it's head."

-Glossy lips curled in a smile that was more lethal than beautiful and her eerie hissing laughter made those close enough to hear feel a shiver run through them. As Shane walked down the red carpet she had little time for flashing camera bulbs or screaming reporters. Besides she wasn't even the one who had gotten the invitation. She was someone's date. One of her slender icy hands clasped Dexters arm as they moved forward like two rock stars who had showed up at a society event. There were always a few. Someone of noteriety who was entertainment money rather than old money.-

-The dress she wore had so little fabric to it that it should have been classified as a traffic hazard. The front cut in a V all the way down to her belly button, fabric tight against the tiny tits of hers. In the back there was a similar V of fabric that left her tattooed back open and exposed. And in between the straps over her shoulders were little more than spaghetti string. Shane herself could well have been a prepubescent boy dressed up in drag. Her androgynous body was tall and lean with nothing in the way of curves to get in the way of the shimmering silver fabric. The skirt was barely enough to cover the small bump of her backside leaving long legs bare down to her six inch silver stiletto heels.-

-Boy short hair had been spiked up into a high standing fo-hawk. The tips colored a silvery gray with something that had come out of a can it looked so bright and unnatural. The only thing that kept her from looking like that boy in a dress was the face. Delicate bone structure and full lips were all woman. Eyes as black as the night sky were lined thickly with messy kohl and there was something in those eyes that could drop a socialite at thirty paces. For an unnamed on the red carpet she was getting a lot of screams especially with the seven foot tall man at her side in his pancake makeup and tux.-

-Now she just had to figure out who she could push into the shark tank before the night was over and all would be well. As she and Dexter wove between people and headed towards the open bar she felt the eyes that stared on her and it made her smile cruelly. Forked tongue flickered out between her lips to taste the air and what she tasted was fear. These pandering puppets were all full of fear. Sheep. Passing by where Ash and his red headed wolf stood she blew them both a kiss of those glossed lips, pausing only long enough to stroke Ash's chest a moment with her hand where she knew the wound was. She just adored knowing his secrets, especially when she knew he was keeping them from his pack.-

"Ssssso I ssssee you two crazy kidsss worked thingsss out. And you didn't even have to murder Ssssilent. How nice for you Missss Chapman. Now you're just a homewrecker inssstead of a murderer."

-Shane pretended to be examining her nails as she spoke. Each of the ten had been filed to angry looking points and were painted silver to match her dress. Then she looked up to see Ash's angry face. Tongue flickered at the air as she tasted his rage, and it was yummy. Reaching out she poked Llydia right in the chest with one of those pointed nails.-

"Nah, I think I would've liked you better if you'd at leassst tried to kill her. Then I could have sssseen what you'd look like asss roadkill after ssshe ssstomped you."

-Smiling she gave a friendly finger wiggle and moved on with her Dexter. A quiet companion who she know would go and do anything she liked of him. That was always a quality she liked in a man.-


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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Speaking of getting bumped into, her gaze was drawn from his at the sight of some vibrant colors moving through the crowd. That smile found a place on her lips once more as she indicated Shane and Dexter as they neared, no real recognition in her gaze from the two.

"See, I'm not the only one with a unique sense of fashion." It was only after she said it she realized they were actually coming their way. She watched Shane stroke at Ash's chest a moment, before her Bahamas-clear water hues settled on her face.

"Ssssso I ssssee you two crazy kidsss worked thingsss out. And you didn't even have to murder Ssssilent. How nice for you Missss Chapman. Now you're just a homewrecker inssstead of a murderer."

She pulled at that depth of darkness of her memory, trying to remember the outrageous looking woman. Her words processed a bit slower than she would have liked, her mind tumbling them over in her head. She would have to be someone close to know all that. At least, Llidya thought so. She considered herself a fairly private person. Hell Loke hadn't even known the full details of what had gone on. It was then that a memory rattled through her brain, making her miss the last bit of what she had said.

She was sitting on a couch, and there that woman was, lounging in a chair as they talked. Llidya was talking to her about Ash, and she was listening thoughtfully. Oddly enough, she remembered her wolf laying there with the cobra wrapped around it for warmth. But she hadn't been a wolf until recently, had she? Her mind warped back to that moment, where her soulless black hues had been focused intently on her own as she'd spoke about problems. Which ones exactly, she wasn't entirely sure. It was an odd memory, still revolving around the man in front of her, but involving this woman that was departing from their presence, and she made note to find her later, to find out what she knew that she could tell Llidya.

Her gaze moved back to Ash, and then she looked downward. "I guess I gotta go start making a name for our unnamed little business venture." She flashed him one of those sad smiles. "I showed up to meet Miss Giovanni in the first place anyway." The words were spoken as she turned from him. She needed to find the mob woman, and at least size her up.


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Poison Candy

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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-Xanders laugh was overly animated as he listened to the woman beside him talk. His eyes flashing like dangerous portals to a demented soul. This was Margorie Chicarelli, the sister of the man who was even now finding a watery grave care of Xanders hand. AKA Mr. Scissors in the tongue. It amused him to laugh and flirt with her knowing that when she got home she'd be getting the news of her dear brothers disappearance. Oh the joyful pain she would feel made his heart rush in a syncopated beat. It almost made the forced event seem worthwhile.-

-All around him he could hear and feel the power of others and his gloved hands itched to reach out and steal those powers for himself. To horde them in his personal cache like little glittering trinkets to be dished out at his will. For all appearances he looked the part along with the rest. Impeccably dressed, his white teeth bright against the soft tan that had been worked into his supple skin. Not a hair out of place as always. If perfection were a tool he would wield it well.-

-The champagne glass in his hand was untouched. Xander hated champagne, but he pretended along with the rest. No one here would know that he was really just a street kid from an Irish slum. That identity was long ago cast off for this new persona. One plucked brow rose high on his forehead as he caught sight of Rowan across the room. Among the movers and the shakers the Baroness was like a shark, never stopping in her hunt for the perfect prey. He wondered whose pockets she'd be picking this evening.-


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Silent


Silent Howls

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Call it a cue...Call it she couldn't handle being in the exhibit anylonger. But Silent slowly made her way back towards the group of people who gathered in the main area of the aquarium. Tri colored eyes moving over everyone...So many faces...Many of them she actually knew. But there were a few that she didnt..So much for meeting new faces right.

Of course there were many here who she didnt have to see or smell to know they were here. Ash and Tino being one of them...How could she of missed them while she was staring at the gator? Had she had her shields up that tight? Trying to hide who and what she was since Ash had already warned her things werent as excepted here as they had been back home.

Tri colored hues would move to Ash...A frown moving over her lips...That...That woman was with him. The one who swore she had no memeory...A low grow would pass her lips...And of course Tino was here...Someone that Silent had been staying away from...But she always got any news on the Primogen from Sam. The old rat still having a soft spot for Silent. And the woman...A brow would arch...Silent would let those shields slide..Wanting to test the water so to say.

Grabbing a chute of champagne as she moved towards the large aquarium that had a rather strange creature in it...It in its own way reminded her of watching Siren swim in the pool back in Salem. It danced...It was beautiful.Why was she watching it? Because she would find her self staring at Lydia and Ash...Or Eden and Valentino.

Though she couldnt help but hear her name mentioned...But only the name would be what she caught...Shane...Jesus. Who else had come to Rome. Couldnt they ever find a place with out the cobra queen?

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MastersCall


Sensual Master Vampire

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:::The night seemed to breath through him with a gentle rythm that made his feel alive. In Rome he felt the past so close that it was tangible...a ghost at the edge of his mind..haunting and calling him with each step through the ancient city. And before him the splendor of the Gala rose like a beacon of all that this city had once been and what it might yet be again. Greatness lay in the hearts of man, and love as well. Crawling the night through each and every attendant of the event he felt the love and hope that fueled the souls in the night. They called to him in a way that was indescribable. Like trying to analyze a songs effect on the heart.:::


:::No designer name or overly ostentatious garment adorned him. Sheathed in simple black on black he could have been that heavenly priest from long ago. But with Marcus it was never the garb that defined the man, but rather the comfort he exhibited in his own skin. He glowed like something alive with golden light. A visage of warmth among the cold and stony automatons. Within a well of his own love and benevolence he walked undisturbed by his surroundings. For a moment as he exited the vehicle and stepped onto the red carpet the photographers seemed to forget themselves and there was a pause in the flash of bulbs. Seconds ticked in stillness before cameras exploded again and the reporters remembered what they were there for. He had that effect, a way of making you forget that life was about anything but him:::


:::Yet if people stared or heads turned he didn't notice. It was not off the adoration of the crowd that he fed, not did he have any longing to be desired or adored. He was truly and completely at home with who and what he was, and that needed no affirmation from anyone else. The stars themselves seemed to sigh as he went inside and left the night to itself once again. He entered alone, but he was never truly by himself. For down the line of power he felt that silver chord that bound his soul. Could feel where it branched to those two who held a piece of him inside them, and he knew true peace at having them near.:::


:::Without a need to search he went to where Evangeline was waiting, all those thoughts and nervous energy running through her as he heard her inside his head. Eyes the color of molten gold moved over her and the brush of his warmth travelled out to meet her. For a moment all the world slipped away and they were simply alone in that large place. The noise faded, the music little more than background. He knew time still existed, but it seemed to stop as he moved towards her and raised one of his bronzed hands to take hers.:::


:::For something that was dead he seemed to hold more life than the humans who surrounded him, and where his flesh touched hers there was warmth. And where his heart met hers there was love. And nothing else mattered for that simple ornamental moment. Evie's hand was lifted to meet his lips. Soft tiers pressing with the faintness of butterfly wings to the space between her knuckles where the skin was sensitive. His breath caught there against her skin to excite the infintessimile hairs that always had a place on the human body. As his eyes met hers he let her see how beautiful she was to him. Let her view through his eyes that he saw her not as a single extension of this crawling throng of beautiful people, but as a being all her own. With strength and virtue that showed in each and every inch of her heavenly face.:::


"You came."


:::Two words and yet that voice held the gift of making simple words seem like love sonnets. Could turn the darkest night into a place of welcoming light. Lush lips curled into a smile that etched dimples deep into his cheeks and made the light in his eyes dazzling where those flecks of lapis blue darkened them. That smile was boyishly handsome, imperfect, slightly lopsided, and very human.:::


"I love you."


:::The truth was spoken with no fear and he held no shame in saying it. For even if she could not possibly love him in return his love was an unconditional thing. Something that did not require the return of emotion. It was not in being loved that he drew strength, but rather in loving others. That hand in his was given the faintest of squeezes as he drew her to his side. Standing together the power between them was like a beacon, something ethereal in quality that made them both so much more together than anything they could ever be apart. Distinctly he felt the Ulfric then. A man far deadlier than the beast he carried. Ash was the darkness to the humming song of their light. A shadowy effigee that backed them and contrasted them to perfection. Power was alive on the air to breed between the three of them, and it felt like fitting the pieces of a puzzle into place.:::


:::But Marcus had a heart that stretched to meet the infinity of the universal sky. A soul that hungered to be at one with those who had made his life something worth living. And there was one piece of that puzzle yet unouched. With Evie beside him he moved confidently in the direction of the heat of a lycanthrope who he had not seen since leaving the Island. A part of him belonged to her as well, and to deny that would be like arguing that the rain was dry. There was no shame in it, not for him. She owned a piece of him that he could no longer claim. And so he went to Loke with as natural an ease as if she were a beautiful flower that attracted the attention of the sun.:::


:::Where she watched the dolphins her back was turned to him and he could see the curve of her spine beneath the fabric of her dress. Could take in the black sheen of her hair, and the way she was rapt with attention on the creatures within the tank. When she turned to them his smile broke free and lit his face like the sun coming out from behind the clouds, for seeing her face was always a surprise. Seeing the independant fire in her eyes always something that made him feel closer to home. New Orleans was a long time in their past, but some bonds were never meant to be broken....some loves were not meant to be denied.::::


:::Lifting a free hand he let the tips of his fingers brush along the fabric at the shoulder of her dress. A soft touch before he reached up and let those same fingers lightly caress the line of her cheekbone just beneath her eye. There was no power in his touch. Only him, and that was all there had ever been between them.:::


"The dress matches your eyes perfectly. I never thought there would be a day where I would be able to see both of you in dresses and heels at the same time. I feel like maybe this is some strange dream."


:::Marcus laughed and it was a sound that simply was joy. It made you want to laugh to be a part of the simple act of being happy. To love was to know perfect joy, but it was also to know perfect pain. And in his way he lived in a constant state of flux between those two extremes. Joy and pain. Mingling inside him like the tempestuous aves of an unholy sea. And the women he stood with...Loke and Evangeline...held elements of both within them. Marcus would have held them to him, would have given his love to them freely as he had in New Orleans, would have been with them until time truly did receed into nothingness. But Loke had always been her own person, and he could not help that she did not feel the same way about him. So he tried not to complicate her life. Tried to let her exist as she wanted without him. Because he loved her deeply, he could give her freedom. For love does not require its return, and all that he wished was to see her happy.:::

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Evie North


Telemetric Trickster

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These people were like animals. And not the kind that she hung out with, either. They were skinny, plastic, dye-job crazies with more money than they knew what to do with. Of course, this was only her first impression; she'd only be there long enough to drink, rather quickly, half a glass of champagne. She sensed Ash somewhere in the crowd and felt herself walking across the room in search of him, but her mind was so easily distracted. The heat of power was beating against her, so many different familiar energies that they all seemed to combine to form one big ClusterFuck of power. Her shields were down tight, but she was still feeling almost twitchy in the presence of so many at one time. It was as if the needle on her radar was going haywire; she wasn't sure which energy was coming from which person.

And then, it didn't matter. He was here, and the world was simply gone in a haze of gold. The champagne, the canned laughter, the dresses and Dior perfume and Jimmy Chui heels ... everyone and everything faded into the background. There was a vague part of her that knew she had stopped walking into the middle of a crowded area, but she didn't give a damn. The room was empty but for one man, and her body turned towards that magnificent warmth without her having to tell it to.

While her eyes were open, they were partially glazed, a look of quiet indifference about them. She only needed eyes to keep from running into people; she could feel her way to him, as if her body could see an invisible thread of silver weaving through the crowd. Black heels moved her foward, the low-cut red dress billowing about her ankles as she walked. Marcus. As frantic and spastic as her thoughts had been earlier, only that one word remained now. They met half-way, hands extending to touch at the same time. Thank God for thin gloves; it was only the thinnest of feather-fine silk between her hand and his. Her heart ceased beating as he pressed his lips to her knuckles, her vision blurring for the space of a moment. When they cleared, all she saw was him ... his beautiful eyes, staring at her as if she deserved him. She'd never know why he thought that, but to know that he did made her believe it at times. This was one of them. A genuine smile spread across her red lips, grey eyes alight with charged power and pure bliss. She almost felt drunk with it. Who needed champagne?

"You came." Damn her mind for immediately thinking, almost. ... that was to herself, right? Right?! A blink before she started, mouth falling open in shock. "I mean!" She swallowed roughly, shaking her head to clear her mind. Nope. Never happened. He'd imagined it. Aaall of it. Thankfully he saved the moment he'd made beautiful and she'd made ridiculous with a simple, 'I love you.' The look of near-panicked embarassment melted away, leaving her looking almost doe-like. "I love you, too." She stepped closer, placing a tiny kiss on his right dimple before whispering, "forever."

Standing there with their Master, Evie felt the chord to Ash tighten and burn brighter, her head turning instinctively towards that part of the room. She couldn't see him with her eyes, but in her mind, he was clear as day. Dark and beautiful and hurting. Her mind sent a quiet I love you that only he could hear ... just in case he'd forgotten that little fact. He would always be there at the back of her mind, a reminder of what true sacrifice was. But the last thing she wanted tonight was to plague his thoughts ... their Ulfric needed space. She understood, an yet still found herself praying to God that one day they would see eye-to-eye. They'd have plenty of time to talk about it, some other time.

And now, they were on the move. Maybe it was because her petite hand was in his, but she wasn't worried about the dress or the heels or anyone else in the room. Even though she felt Tino and saw Shane and the energies of things good and otherwise were thrumming against her, she barely noticed them. She was warm, glowing with his presence. And the light in her eyes and skin only seemed to clarify as she saw who they were approaching.

Loke. Her first true friend. The sister's she'd never had. Standing so close to them both, Evie was reminded of New Orleans, and the ragtag family they'd made their. Three creatures, as unalike as any other, somehow finding a bond. Something that was repeated, and then solidified, with Ash in Salem. Her two family units, all here tonight. Life was good.

Marcus' compliment was greeted with a light blush, but for now her eyes were on Loke. Her hand holding the champagne placed the glass without looking on a man walking past, so naurally done that she was sure Marcus had somehow magicked it. Regardless, it left her gloved hand free to reach out and touch Loke's, giving it a tight squeeze. "You look beautiful." She truly did.

For a moment, things were just about perfect. Somewhere in her subconscious, Evie had set a timer.




-- Edited by Evie North at 18:06, 2009-01-08

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Bella Mafia


Donna Pericolosa

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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A smile curled her lips upward as her gloved hand settled on the wrist of the current mayor as he chatted idly with her and Marcello.  Marcello seemed aware of the conversation although his eyes always seemed to stray, looking around making sure nothing or rather no one would suprize him and his princess.  A flicker of her long lashes had the rotund man gripping at the lapels of his suit and puffing up his chest which was no contest to Marcello's.  But then again, it was always good to stay on the side of the law, at least on the surface.

Most social events such as this, always revolved around meeting and greeting and speaking with those who had way to much time, way to much money and not enough real common sense.  How easily they spoke outloud, as if no one was listening.  Although the wire beneath Marcello's suit was picking up plenty of conversations.  Of course, the more one knew the better off prepaired they where in the long run.  Rosalie would hold the same glass of Champange for nearly the whole night, choosing to keep her head instead of loose it.  Unlike most of the rich and famous, her job was demanding. 

Some time after too many loud and bragging "nobles" situated themselves beside the Mayor, Rosalie allowed Marcello to lead her away.  Although the smile lingered on her lips, she was bone tired.  Tired of the fake smiles and the witty [not really] banter back and forth.  Marcello paused and his eyes focused off to the left, his arm shifted beneath Rosalie reaching out instead to slid his hand around her back  and pull her closer as if he was moving into a protective stance.  Hazel eyes flickered in the direction he was focused on and then a red headed woman seperated from the crowd before them. 

No real Don or Donna even was worth there weight in gold if they didn't have spys or rather bad cops sprinkled in with the righteous and couragous enforcers of the law.  That face had been on one of the reports that Marcello had brought her, it was only a black and white picture she had seen but it most definetally was her.  As Llidya turned, those Bahama Blue's met her own Hazel eyes and something sweeter then sugar ran through her veins.  "Have a care my princess."  Was all Marcello warned.  But for now, the women had met eyes and the contest began, who would walk away frustrated and pissed off.  Rosalie with the patience of a saint, or this woman... Chapman, who was by fellow officer's words, was a loose Cannon and a force to be reckoned with.

A gloved hand lifted touching the dangling bit of jade from her ear before that uplifted chin lowered in a nod, those lips curled into that perfect angelic smile.  Would that provoke woman? Not that Rosalie had a care, she was perfectly safe beside her Marcello and amid the public eye and the wandering photographers.

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The Bitch Wolf


Big Bad Bitch

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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Fingers where tucked together in front of her, her stance pretty much stayed still as she watched the dancing creatures.  She had to stand back from the glass because even though the thick shielding of plastic glass that contained the happy dolphins, they would disappear if she got to close.  It was a sad truth, many creatures just didn't like the lycans because they where the true predator on the food chain of animals.  Just like vampires, the lycan where a dangerous breed that caused natural animals to flee in the age old between fight or flee.  Although, for the time being she was content to simply watch the creatures play and frolic in there underwater home.  Who knew in Rome sat such a beautiful place such as this could be found. 

Lowering her eyes from the viewing glass, as her purse was shifted rubbing against the palm of her hands.  The urge to paint, nearly overwhelming after lacking it for nearly a month.  Taking a deep breath as she glanced back up to see a calf swimming close to it's mother, close to the window.  Lips curled up slowly and those wolf eyes took a very distant light to them.  But that distance was short lived, not that it wasn't unwelcome the distraction.  The fluttering within her stomach, one that caused the black bitch within her to ruffle it's fur and cause the line of fur on it's spine to raise in aggitation.  Although it seemed the night was full of distractions, just as it had reacted, it changed and the fur smoothed down and that massive tail started to move back and forth. 

Marcus was a power on to himself, his smile, his eyes where the sun and Loke was but a far away planet that sat in orbit, rotating around him.  Never able to fully leave him, no matter how far her orbit took her, it always drew her back toward him, it was inevitable.  Warmed by him for such short periods before she was back in the darkness and cold alone, yearning.  Her thoughts ran in such wild tracks as she turned toward that warmth.  Lips curled into a smile reserved for only two people, the two most important people in her messy and jumbled life.

A Priest, a Virgin and a Tom boy walk into a bar.....  The thought brought more brightness to her eyes and chased away the pain like it always did.  It evaporated before them both, blown away on the wind.   The skin along her spine rose in goosebumps at that faint touch from Marcus and she was very thankful of the grounding at the touch of Evie's hand.  It kept her from fleeing like the unsure woman she was.   Evie's gloved fingers where given a gentle squeeze back, not yet releasing her hand.  It was an anchor, a solid thing she needed. 

"You look amazingly lovely Evie, and of course you look dashing."  Those wolf eyes moving slowly from Evie's face to Marcus.  She couldn't spit his name out, she was edgy.  She had avoided him, unsure how or what she felt, no... she knew what she felt, she was unsure how to say it without breaking down into a puddle of goop. "It's the only real dress I own, I'm guilty of dressing for comfort.  And I had to get used to heels, I had to act the part of a professional gallery owner back ... home."

"I'm glad Llidya snuck me in now."  Flashing another smile before she released Evie's hand for fear she would grip it too tight and break her bones.  Although her hand did lift and her pinky shifted a stray hair stuck to Evie's lashes back into it's rightful place.

Hands shifted to press her purse over her stomach trying to ease the tingling feeling that was growing inside her.  It was a new sensation, one usually not associated with Marcus or Evie.  It wasn't pleasant really, but she had no explanation to it.  "Thank you for the rosary, it is very beautiful."  She wanted shake herself till her teeth rattled around in her head for acting so formal with them.  Alone, singuarly, it would have been fine but together it was an overload.  Stop acting like a jackass.  It's Marcus and Evie, they are the real ones, not the ones in your dreams.  She took a breath, her face betraying nothing of her wild thoughts. 

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Miss Sunshine


Sugary Sweet Healer

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Date: Jan 8, 2009
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When Lyliyana had gotten the invitation, she hadn't paid too much mind to it. But when Solomon mention having to guard Mr. Goldman at the Acquarium, she remembered the little piece of paper, and dug it out of her vanity drawer. She decided to attend after all. The main part was deciding on a very nice dress for herself. It was between a goldy one, a red one and a cream colored one. She spent an hour just trying on the different ones, and modeling in the mirror to see which color she liked best for the evening. Her favorite color was blue, but she didn't have a blue dress pretty enough. Finally she settled on the cream colored affair, and called to make an appointment with a stylist. It was a pleated material with the top tying around her neck, and a ropy like sash on the waist.

After a few minutes, they decided to just pull her blond tresses away from her face and give her makeup barely there. That only took an hour, and then she was back at the flat, trying on shoes. She settled on sandals and decided to where a bracelet and necklace. Lyl was sitting on the floor when Hector entered her room, and she looked up with a giggle, all ready to go. Hector helped her up, and they were off to the ball!

Lyl in dress

Solomon was going to be so surprised when she showed up.

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Lyliyana was absolutely wowed by all the cameras and stuff, looking around as she and Hector made their way into the party. Once within, Hector stepped off to pay his respects to Master Vampires that were present, while keeping an eye on Lyliyana. Not that he believed harm could befall her in such a public place.

She spotted Llidya and gave her a wave, but she seemed to be talking to Mr. Redfern, and then she turned to see if she could find Solomon and surprise him! Oh but this was so much fun! And off the bubbly blond went into the crowd, her pale teal hues searching out those familiar topaz hues.

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Sister of Stone


Soeur de Pierre

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Date: Jan 9, 2009
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"Boring." Aurora would say as she finally moved close to her brother. Caine's arm on her body had aurora's back going rim rod straight. His touch did not make her want to jump out of her skin or any such foolishness. His hand claiming her hip. The touch possessive, and knowing Cane he believed all the pleasures of the flesh belonged to him. He was not one to possess anything. Pleasure was something to be shared. Aurora knew this of her brother.

Lashes lowering those hematite colored hues. Eyes that scanned the party before them. Everyone mingling talking. A sigh passed her lips when he finished. Pressing the side of her forehead to his chin. Skin to skin contact. Aurora sealed herself within the walls of unpreventable stone and steel. The only one that could break those walls if he so wished, was Caine. Surveying the room she turned her face up to his amber jewel gaze. "Agreed. If I win, mon frere. You will have to promote the new men's line of Paris, with mon petit artiste behind the lens. If you win, you can ask for whatever your dark little heart desires." Dangerous that proposition was.

Aurora could have picked anyone. Anyone in the whole Aquarium for this little wager. She knew she could have had an easy win. If she picked the god's perfect Marcus and his heavenly glow, or even her charge Evie. There was also the Primogen; Valentino or the woman he brought with him. Eyes moved through out the room. The red head and her horrible taste for an attire? Perhaps the Ulfric of the wolves? Or the woman dressed in pure snow white?

Non, none of those. Lifting her hand she caressed those full lips. Lips that would rise with a smile when the perfect person came to her sight. Turning away from the rest of the room, she smiled to Caine. "The man. The dark haired one, with his eyes on that poor excuse of a Baroness." Win or lose, this one would prove interesting.



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The Magdalena


Angel Food Cake

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She had gotten the invitation and tossed it to the side at the shop, not really paying much mind to it.  She had no real reason too, she wasn't rich, she wasn't famous ... well, rich and famous.  Angel just didn't like the public eye much. 

Unfortunantly, Thomas thought differently.  He had found the invite and had been bothering her for days to go.  He had come up with several reasons for her to go, but she debunked every one of them.  Even had thrown out there that she would not go dateless, nor did she have a dress that would be appropriate to go in.

Figuring that did the trick, she had forgotten it.  Boy, was she wrong.

She had come in from an auction with Dane and Patrick, confronted by Thomas.  "Your bath is ready.  Go wash.  I'll have your dress laying out for you by the time you get out."

The twins had left laughing at the fact that the smack had been laid down on her candy ass, throwing murderous looks at the monk, she muttered every step up those stairs and into the bathroom.

Thomas had drawn her a lavander bath, placing actual juniper and rose petals in it, more than likely having said a purification prayer over it for her, nice and hot, causing a hiss from lips as lithe frame sunk into the bath, eyes closing as she wished she could smite Thomas for making her do this.

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The reporters were screaming for the stigmatic girl to notice them as she climbed out of the BMW, actually shocking her.  Thomas had done up the honeyed locks, leaving several stray tendrils to curl about her cherubic visage.  Make up artfully done to bring out the golden hues, cheeks tinged with peach, a soft glow about her, though shields were up, that feel of purity revolved around her. 

Angel was not ashamed of her marks of Christ, but Thomas had chosen a demure outfit for the girl, perhaps to get her some attention, making it easier for her to mingle and listen.  Spy.  A beautiful lace number in a pale grey, exposing the long toned limbs, skirt riding mid thigh.  The three inch spike heels with ankle straps to add to the elegance of her calves.  The top was not so revealing though.  Long sleeved, edges of lace to cover delicate hands, the neck line high, as if it was a collar, the only skin showing, was a heart shaped cut out on her chest, giving a teasing look as swell of breasts, but not enough to be considered sexy or risque.  It left plenty to the imagination.

Angel walked into the Aquarium with the gate of a dancer, fluid and graceful, a hidden lethal weapon.  Perhaps it was as if a pair of wings that helped her float across the floor, murmmering greeting to those she knew, and smiling to those she didn't.  She had to find a spot to just watch, since she didn't really have any friends or so called aquaintences there with her, to try and side track her.  Perhaps she should have tried to tuck Dane in his ferret form into a purse and force him to endure the pains of this social catastrophy for her.

A sigh was illicited as she leaned her hip against a table in wait.  For what?  She hoped to find out soon.

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Ashes Of Faith


Lukois' Lucifer

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The moment Lydia agreed to their deal he was making plans in his own mind for what needed to be done. Cataloguing in his brain exactly who would need to be contacted and what kind of arrangements needed to be set up. For the first time since arriving in Rome he felt that subtle line of tension disappear from his shoulders. Nothing like the prospect of a few eviscerated corpses to put some pep back in a man. Ash was lost in his own mind when Lydias next comment caught him and had him casting a glance of those lightning kissed eyes towards the door where Shane and Dexter were entering. Visibly his demeanor darkened, face becoming a controlled mask of non emotion.


Going to visit Shane had been a mistake. It was always a mistake. So the real question was, why did he keep doing it. And why had he not just put a bullet through her gray matter years ago. Dealing with the part of his life that Shane inhabited was like trying to untangle Christmas lights. There was too  much confusion, too many events and words and things taken into consideration. No real way to make since of the jumbled mess that it had become. And just like with Christmas lights he wanted to yell in frustration, throw Shane in the garbage and go out to buy something new. Yeah, like a labotomy.


That icy hand stroked his chest and Ash didn't make a move to push her away. In this crowded place the last thing he wanted was a wolf on snake smack down to scare the very proper attendees. Though it would give the anorexically inclined news people outside something nice for the front page. Still, better not. Those words she spoke were met with his impassive expression as he refused her the satisfaction of any reaction in particular that she might have been hoping for.


As Shane walked away his eyes followed her, and he might have just continued giving her that steely hollow gaze if someone new hadn't just entered the room. Marcus. It was like he had been standing in the dark and hadn't realized it until that moment. There was something more than beauty to the golden god, it was something that shined through him from the inside out. Like nothing really bad could happen if he was smiling at you. Ash felt a tug on that silver chord and it reminded him that no matter how pretty the packaging that illusion wasn't true. Everything was not going to be alright. It took the sound of Lydias voice to bring him back to the conversation.


"How about Mystic Investigations."


That would make their initials MI, kind of like Mission Impossible, but he could deal with that. Distracted now by Marcus and Evie he was suddenly very ready to leave. Saying his good byes to Lydia he let her know that he would be getting with the others to find more partners for their project. With his shields in place and very little left to stick around for he went in search of Silent to see if she needed a ride back to the pack house. He had smelled her scent, but hadn't seen her until that moment when he found her watching the fish swimming past a large glass wall. Lifting a hand he touched the small of her back softly to get her attention.


"I think I've had enough for tonight. I thought I'd leave for a run. I'm feeling a little furry tonight."


It had been awhile since he had just willfully shifted to go running in that black animal form, but he was feeling the itch and wanted a chance to really explore this new territory of theirs. Actually he was half tempted to do a little back alley adventuring. Wild wolf in the city. Always a good time. Eyes like neon blue fire watched hers and waited to see if she was interested in the little proposition.


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Ishmaels Lament


Lost Soul

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"Unfortunetly it isn't simple a matter of positioning in this case. Each element has to be carefully calibrated before the process is even begun."

Talking business always came easily to him, really he was his fathers son in that one respect. They both knew the value of schmoozing a client. It was really the perfect tableau as he and Mr. Mercurio, the owner of the countries largest industrial quarries, chatted business while Davi and Mrs. Mercurio talked of fashion and the people who surrounded them. To anyone looking from the other side of the looking glass it seemed a perfect business related friendship. Which in fact for all intents and purposes it was. Davina had met the Mercurios on a dozen occasions for dinners and events, and the couple was none the wiser to the particular situation they were facing down. Which was exactly how he preferred it.

"Enough business talk Goldman! You are going to bore this lovely companion of yours."

The comment from the man had Ishamels lips forming the faintest of smiles as he gave a slightly acknowledging bow of his head. Even without the benefit of telepathy Ishmael could feel the lust that came from the man in waves when he eyed Davi, but it didn't bother him. Just as it wouldn't bother him for another man to look at his car and envy it. Davina was no more his than anything else. There was only one woman for him and she was gone. As Mrs. Mercurio wandered away to greet a woman she no doubt knew from the country club or salon he took the opportunity to play a little gamble.

"Well then Frank, why don't you twirl Davina around the floor a few times. Maybe she can talk you into signing those contracts for the new industrial laboratories."

Both men laughed in that overly deep party voice. Chuckling at what ruthless business men they both were. All the while in his head Ishmael was counting the ticks of the clock until he could go away. As Davina and Frank took to the dancefloor he calmly walked towards one of the larger tanks. Standing there with the party at his back he closed his eyes a moment, and just listened. Around there was noise, but that was not what he was listening to. It came to him from all directions, speaking to him whether he wanted it to or not.

"God I love him.", "I wonder how much he's really worth", "She's a loose cannon", "That red head has terrible taste", "Almost..." , "Ahhhhhh"

Thoughts from those around him came in simple statements, but he could go deeper than that and feel the subtle distinctions in thought that weren't directly oriented on speech. Feelings of inadequacy, of power, triumph, of a need to be released. That last had his eyes snapping open as he turned his head to look at the woman who was standing there smiling at him. If not for the fact that he could quite literally tell that she was intelligent he would have wondered if she was soft in the head.

"Ciao signora. Are you having a nice time?"

Ishmael watched her as he filtered out the thoughts around him until they were little more than white noise inside his head. Concentrating instead on the woman in front of him to see what could be gleaned from her mind. All the while keeping his own shields on high alert, making him seem like a psychic null. A dead bulb in the world of supernatural power, but that was just as he prefered it to be.

Vaguely he noticed the new people entering the event, watching the two vampires with numbed curiousity. When Lylianna entered he let his eyes move to where Solomon stood. How the phoenix would handle the situation would be interesting to see. Might give Ishmael a chance to further read the odd alpha waves that always came off the bodyguard when his little friend was around. Because the truth was that Solomon had not been hired for his abilities as a bodyguard, but rather so that Ish could explore the mans seemingly hidden abilities and try to find a way to harness and use them. The unwitting phoenix was a pawn in a much larger game.



-- Edited by Ishmaels Lament at 13:56, 2009-01-09

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Fires Rebirth


Tainted Flames

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Solomon stood aside and watched the events going on around his boss. Everything had sort of slowed to a dull mind-numbing trudge. That brooding look on his face was still there, though by now it had faded somewhat to a petulent scowl that certainly kept any well meaning people from trying to approach him. When the sunshine of Lylianna came through the door he cursed low beneath his breath, much to the chagrin of the older woman who was standing beside him.

Working meant guarding Ishmael, but when Lylianna was close his instinct was to be closer to her in case she needed him. Whether that need was protection or someone to go get her a gyro it didn't really matter to him. Didn't even really bother him usually. At the moment though it was like being torn in two different directions which for a body guard made you essentially useless.

His hands were literally trembling and he felt heat flush his face as he looked back and forth between Lylianna and his boss. It was like some part of him, inside him, wanted out. Whatever that was it didn't care about jobs or paychecks. Just knew that it was their job to take care of Lyl. And to be honest the feeling was freaking him the fuck out. At any moment he expected that damn thing from aliens to come leaping out of his stomach and start gnawing on the guests. Well this was what he fucking got for not having the don't bother me at work conversation with Lylianna.

Making his decision he lifted his arm and spoke softly into the device that was clipped into his sleeve. Letting security know that he would be stepping away for a moment. And if he got fired well, then he'd be back to eating Ramen Noodles at every meal. Fucking fabulous.

This is not her fault, she has every right to be here you jackass. What the fuck are you gonna do? Ask her to leave? Thoughts crowded through his mind as that heat continued to rise through his skin while he walked towards her. It felt a bit like the time when he and Jane had fought. But then he was standing in front of Lyl and it all just......disappeared. Oh yeah, you're getting fired for sure buddy.

"Hey."

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Silent


Silent Howls

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Date: Jan 9, 2009
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There was always chaos and being in the same building yet alone room as Tino and Marcus...Well She found her thanking whoever bought this dress for her...She would tap on the glass some..Woundering if he could feel it too. If not the merman was very lucky.

The moment Ash approached she stiffened some before the hand was pressed against the small of her back. Nodding some..She would lean back into his touch. A grin moved over her lips...Especially at the invite. She missed running free on days other then the full moon. Nodding she would press her lips against his cheek.

"Yes. Perhaps...We could run from here?"

Oh yes she wanted to run in the city...Run to the estate...They had once in Salem...Ran right into bliss and sat at Marcus's feet like overgrown watch dogs...And in a way they were in a way werent they.

"You lead and Ill follow"

. Long tattooed arm curling around his. She would follow him out...The merman would be here another time as would the fish...Maybe next time it wouldnt be so crowded.

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Baroness DuMorne


Demonic Nobility

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Date: Jan 9, 2009
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If she got smile lines as a result of the evening, she was going to be sending her plastic surgery bills to the Dark Lord. Just the sheer effort it took to keep smiling and making nice-nice with some of these two faced hypocrites was surely etching lines into her face at this very moment. But ever the trooper, Rowan persevered and got over it. If there wasn't a purpose for her being at the party, she wouldn't have gotten the invitation.
 
Plus she had already made out like a damn bandit. A couple of baubles now called her their owner. And soon they would be converted into ever liquid cash with which she could continue to facilitate the life style not only to which she had grown accustomed, but which she fucking deserved like no one else. After all the crow Rowan had to eat in her life, it was going to be Caviar and Champagne. Speaking of which, her glass had magically emptied itself. Odd.  Smiling like a silly little goose, Rowan plucked another glass off a passing tray, and absently dropped a diamond ring into the vest of the waiter.  Poor guy had no clue, but in a few minutes the overly tanned, overly overdone woman with a missing wedding band, would notice the theft. And naturally Rowan the dear soul that she was, had made it her soul mission in life to point out how that "cute waiter has been staring at your ring all night. Maybe you should be careful when you leave later." 
 
It was petty, and positively cruel on her part to throw the poor guy under the wheels of the ritzy bus, but Rowan was bored. Clearly this was all the entertainment the evening was going to provide, till she heard that laugh. That rich, masculine sound that almost had a physical presence.  Like nails on a chalk board. With a look of sheer boredom, Rowan glanced in Xander's direction, looking past him to the woman he was with. Mentally cataloging her face in her mind, and then offering Xander a brief eye contact. She saw him, knew he was there. The man looked good. Say what you will, he looked good.
 
"Ciao signora. Are you having a nice time?"
 
"Si, I am. Half of Europe's it crowd here. It's hard not to enjoy the scene. And the fish are nice too."
 
That megawatt smile, was back on in full force as Rowan gave her undivided attention to Mr.. Goldman.  he diamonds on her wrist blinking a merry hello to the man Rowan absently tucked a stray curl of hair that chose that moment to escape one of the pins that kept her hair back. And then she frowned. Tilting her head to the side, Rowan stared for a brief moment, before it became rude, and her smile changed. Instead of bright and sunny it became something more quizzical as if someone told her they had a surprise for her and it was up to her to guess what it was. Yeah, that kind.
 
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound cliché, but have we met before? You look...familiar."
 
Inside a bar, it could be considered as a pick up line, but at the gala like this one? That was just so damn possible Rowan was always surprised that "Have we met before" wasn't a standard form of greeting.  While Rowan stood there and acted the happy, tipsy, party gower du jour, her mind kept clicking. Putting the face with the voice with the name. Nothing went amiss, not even the odd lack of anything she could sink her feelers into. Shields? Perhaps. What ever it was, the cynic in her liked to pretend it knew it all. And it knew when something of interest had just fallen into its path.
 


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Llidya Chapman


Amazon Lukoi

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Date: Jan 9, 2009
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Llidya mentioned a name for their unnamed venture, and he seemed to like it well enough. She made a mental note to call some of her people, and see who could help with what. With what people she could remember anyway, and those she hadn't made enemies of in the subsequent ten year gap in her memory.

She went back to scanning the room, and it was then her gaze met that of Rosalie Giovanni. First thing that Llidya noted was that they were more hazel than green, an observation she'd have to fix in her files. That trademark Chapman smirk slid into place, and she started her way towards the princess, not once leaving her gaze.

Llidya stopped right in front of her, offering a hand to the woman as she introduced herself. She finally glanced away to check out the bodyguard next to her, before she looked back to Rosalie.

"Miss Giovanni right? Name's Chapman. I'm a biiiiig fan." She told her with a smirk that threatened to turn into a grin. She could already tell this was going to be the start of a beeeeee-you-tiful relationship.

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Miss Sunshine


Sugary Sweet Healer

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Date: Jan 9, 2009
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"Hi! My name is Lyliyana. What's yours?" The voice would float to Angel's ears, making her turn to see the source of the voice was a blond in a white pleated dress. Lyl had both hands on the skirt of her dress, her fingers lightly curled into the material as she smiled in earnest at the girl. She felt odd, very different than anything Lyliyana had run into before, but that wasn't a concern. "I really like your dress." She told her before she could even respond to the blond's question.

She felt pure. Which was the best way Lyl could describe it. Pure in a different way besides herself.

"I'm Angel."

Lyliyana nodded, giving her that thousand watt smile. And it was such a pretty name too. It was then she felt a familiar presence nearing and she turned, seeing Solomon making his way towards her. She raised her hand as he got close in a very excited way.

"Hi Solomon! This is Angel! Isn't her dress pretty? She recieved an invitation as well." She told him with a nod, her excitement causing that soft ethereal glow to rise in visibility. Lyliyana seemed to realize it was happening, however, and took a moment to calm it down, giving a giggle to both Angel and Solomon.

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Bella Mafia


Donna Pericolosa

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Date: Jan 10, 2009
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Even within the stilleto heels Rosalie wore Chapman still managed to be a few more inches taller then her.  That was irritating having to look up at the woman, but the irritation never showed.  Gloved hand reached out and met Chapman's as she shook it once, not an overly strong grip nor a weak and flimsy grip.  It was simply a shake, non-threatening.  At one time Rosalie might have tried that bullshit of squeezing her hand to show her balls but she had no need for such silly and trivial things anymore.

"It's a pleasure Llidya"  She chose to state her first name even if Llidya didn't produce it, to prove she knew who she was already and that she was not stupid or rather unaware.  Her hand retreated back to Marcello's arm, not introducing him because there was no need.  Although he was her second, there was no need to involve him in this petty little thing. "Your fashion sense is a bit off don't you think?"  Indicating her jeans and t-shirt to her own gown.

Marcello was of course watching Chapman like a hawk, like he was trying to figure her out.   Thankfully, Christian was not inattendance.  It might have ended badly if the hot head lost his temper.  The smile that lingered on her lips was completely innocent.  "So you are a fan of the Vineyard or me as an Attorney?"  Completely avoiding any subject of the mafia.

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Pontiac


World on Fire

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Date: Jan 10, 2009
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Evelyn's father, a wolf in sheeps clothing as far as business went. cut throat, to the point of committing his daughter, but able to put out a front  of philanthropy. Which lead to large checks for aquariums in Italy. and having said Daughter, since released from the institution to get to make an appearence on behalf of Pierce Pharmiceuticals.

It was a rather late entrance for Evelyn. But, when you hyper focused on things like she did. simple tasks like formal dressing took forever. but of course the payoff was that the Fire Bird looked simply smashing.

She wore a  glorious crimson long dress, with a  nice flowey bottom, and a top that looked as though it was wrapped around her body, layering over on itself. he had no shoulders and left her neck bare.  thats not to say her neck was bare,  she did wear a rather simple diamond pentant, a string of four diamonds  hanging fron a silver chain.

 Make was was flawless, nice smokey eyes, hint of reddish orange to accent her dress; hair  was in an interesting little updo, curled  and left a few of said curls dangling from the main of the do.

 Dispite her eye catching outfit Evelyn kept her entrance low key,  mostly because she was wearing heels higher then usual at five inches and she was not quite used to them;though she was doing well enough, that and her subconcious told her she was really to mentally shattered to be here.

"But, Daddy actually asked me to come." the answer to that statement to herself and a firm nod,setting about meyandering about the even, watching faces, and offering friendly smiles. but then, a large tank with many fish caught her eye and Evelyn was trapped,  standing infront of the glass, eyes fixed on it. that warmin aura beating off her skin in soft  pulses.

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Devious Sinner

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Date: Jan 11, 2009
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With a carefully placed giggle, Davi's hand would fall to Mrs. Mercurio's wrist. A nod of her head while they whispered about the latest fashions of the season. The Mercurio's never asked what Davina did for a job, they assumed that Ishmael and she were living together and she was just his girlfriend. A part Davi didn't mind playing whenever Ish needed her to. They were seen so often together, for public events, for private dinners at times it was easy for her to forget he was just her employer. Though she knew she would never be his friend per-say. Davina laughed along with the women. Fingers gripping her glass tipping the white wine back for a sip. Her back was slightly turned to Ishmael and Mr. Mercurio. Long lashes lifting when her glass was lowered. If on cue she turned her head. The diamonds catching the light. Her smile could have melted a man's heart. Any other man's but Ishmael's. She gave him the full force of her ice blue eyes. The look in them was devotion. In her mind of course she was not seeing Ishmael. She was picturing the face of her true devotion.

"Enough business talk Goldman! You are going to bore this lovely companion of yours."

She smiled a little brighter. Watching Mr. Mercurio's eyes travel down her figure. "I don't mind when Ish talks business." Her hand wrapped around Ishmael's arm giving it a squeeze. The good little actress. "I find it really sexy." She said whispering. A giggle followed, seeing the reaction from the business partner. Glancing in time to watch Mrs. Mercurio walk away with a cheerful hello to another woman. Davina's attention was soon brought back to Ish while he spoke. A sweet blush formed on her smooth cheeks looking to Mr. Mercurio. Her gloved hand extended out to his own when he offered it. He kissed her knuckles before pulling her onto the dance floor. Her glass of wine was handed to a waiter in passing.

"You are really thinking about singing the contracts?" Davi asked. Her mind was working on seducing the man for Ishmael. Frank Mercurio's hand pressed against her tiny little waist while they danced. The dress sighed as she moved along the front of his body with the music. He was speaking about the contracts, and Davina playing the good actress eased the worry he had about them. She caressed the hand that held her fingers. She played up Ishmael's reputation the best way she could. Pretending how he talk about work in bed, and how he worried about his company and making people happy and how to turn a better profit. Frank huffed saying that was no way to treat a woman. He would have serenaded her in bed, and the conversation turned into something a man who was married should not be saying. Davi just blushed steering the conversation back to the company and the contracts.


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