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Post by meta on Nov 22, 2006 21:48:55 GMT -5
*Glances over.* "James? Are you out of your mind?"
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Post by Satan on Nov 22, 2006 21:51:18 GMT -5
"Just a guess. Take it or leave it."
*Drinks his tequilla*
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Post by meta on Nov 22, 2006 21:53:43 GMT -5
"He's not the Last Scion." *He sipped his tequila, then spat it out.* "How do you know him, anyway? We met through work. It's not like you can get a License to Kill from Town Hall."
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Post by Satan on Nov 22, 2006 21:55:47 GMT -5
"He had a run-in with my son. I got a good look at him. But you know best."
*Checks her nails*
"I really need to get these done. My cuticles are out of control."
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Post by meta on Nov 22, 2006 22:00:21 GMT -5
"Let me see." *Metatron grabbed her hand an inspected it critically.* "Jesus, woman, what have you been doing? Clawing bark off the trees to mark your territory?" *he let go of her hand.* "I'm thinking of going a shade darker." *he shook his head slightly.* "What do you think?"
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Post by Satan on Nov 22, 2006 22:03:55 GMT -5
*Smiles*
"You always look nice. Just as long as you keep from getting too greasy."
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Post by meta on Nov 22, 2006 22:06:18 GMT -5
*Metatron smiled slightly.* "Thank you. Honestly, the grooming upkeep for these wings is unbelievable. And people wonder why I only wear them out on special occasions!"
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 0:57:07 GMT -5
***THE NEXT NIGHT*** *Belladonna walked in wearing a blue dress ((The dress pictured below, but blue))and her elbow length gloves to cover the brace on her wrist. She had managed to lighten her black eye considerably with makeup, and she had taken out some of her braids to use her bangs to hide her eye as well* ((I am so ashamed to say that I have tried on that dress. But it made me look really skinny ;D))
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Post by meta on Nov 23, 2006 1:00:41 GMT -5
((Whores get all the pretty dresses... Which reminds me I need to get back to my Wild Wild West version of POTO. Christine becomes a saloon girl for teh pretty dresses! Erik is her angel of smecksing!))
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Post by Belladonna on Nov 23, 2006 1:02:43 GMT -5
((I would like it if it wasn't so puffy. It looked a lot cuter in the store, actually. I think constant trying on abuse had flattened it down a little ;D And yes, you need to work on your Wild Wild West Smecksing Adventure ;D))
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Post by sade on Nov 23, 2006 19:17:49 GMT -5
*walks in, looking imperious.* "This will have to do..."
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 19:20:56 GMT -5
Sydney slipped into the Moulin Rouge and spotted a gentleman. She casually made her way to his table and sat across from him.
"I've got a job for you," she said bluntly taking out a pouch full of gold coins and setting it roughly on the table with a dull clank.
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Post by sade on Nov 23, 2006 19:25:36 GMT -5
*His eyes glowed as he looked at the money.* My one true love! "What is it?" *he asked pithily.*
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Post by Sydney on Nov 23, 2006 19:27:59 GMT -5
Sydney went right to the point completely forgetting her manners. "You see that blonde?" She moved her eyes in the direction of Belladonna. "I want you to pose as a client and bring her into room number 3."
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Post by sade on Nov 23, 2006 19:33:45 GMT -5
"What blonde?" *he looked over.* My dead wife was blonde. Good enough. "Done." *he took the money and went over to Bella.* "You." *he jerked his head towards room three.*
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