Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 19, 2015 17:49:51 GMT
enough words
for @sebastianross
notes:
DALLAS ARIANA PETROV
The place reeked of desperation and sadness; of dysfunctional relationships and home lives. This was where people came to relieve their pain through a few beers, one night stands, and occasionally a good old-fashioned bar fight. Perhaps that's why she had such an attraction to it, the heavy mood drew her in like moth to a flame. It's precisely where a manipulative monster such as she would go to for entertainment. Where there would be an endless supply of broken-hearted fools, gossip and violence to keep her busy. Luckily for her she ran the place. For her this career she'd found herself in was only but a never ending game with a few select customers starring as her little toys.
Cleverly disguised as anything but what she truly was, the woman was able to slink through her day without being detected. She was well put together and equally as well dressed, a smile here or there would make all of the difference in the world; hers could almost be perceived as innocent with big doe eyes to match. Though that wouldn't be further from the truth..those eyes would hold little but seduction and ulterior motives. Who would believe such a pretty and delicate woman could possibly be that bad? They wouldn't, at least not at first. It was all part of the fun.
The prying and toying with the easily persuaded minds until eventually they would realize her less-than-innocent intentions and turn to her with a hurt expression.. that was when she'd know she'd won. The cruel satisfaction of being able to manipulate them so, to drag them along, that's what she truly enjoyed. She only had room in her dark little heart to care for one, and that would be her brother. Everyone else would serve as her little puppet show in one way or the other.
It was this day, when the paperwork and drama would slow, where she would grow bored and search for her new source of entertainment. The slender woman made her rounds, greeting each new individual as any manager would, making brief bouts of monotonous conversation before drifting off to the other. When that was said and done, this day at least, she grew bored of the everyday drunken man (and woman) and ordered a martini to keep herself occupied during her break. What else was she to do? Make friends? These idiots wouldn't be worth her time for any purpose. Her brother, who worked as a bar tender in the same location would be off with the same idea on his mind. He had much less patience than she did, to wait, he'd taken off at the first chance after his search for a 'good time' had failed. There just didn't seem to be a good supply of fascinating people this day.
The shadow manipulator lowered herself into a empty booth with her drink in hand and smoothed her slim fitting dress once settled. The little black thing might have seemed a bit formal for a bar however looking nice seemed to be part of her image. If she didn't keep herself up her whole system would cease to exist. What kind of little monster would she be if she looked like the common street rat?
A toned thigh crossed over another as she quietly took a sip of her beverage and searched the dull crowd. Dark eyes raked from each drunken form with little interest. Occasionally she'd allow a shadow to pass over the ground, confusing the simple minded people to stumbling around and tipping over to avoid the 'hole'. A completely juvenile thing to spend her time doing, however would supply a small window into her twisted head. Taking advantage of them at their weakest point, even if they'd not been worthy of any higher form of attention.. she'd still prove to hold some sort of power over them. That's what she she lived for.
Cleverly disguised as anything but what she truly was, the woman was able to slink through her day without being detected. She was well put together and equally as well dressed, a smile here or there would make all of the difference in the world; hers could almost be perceived as innocent with big doe eyes to match. Though that wouldn't be further from the truth..those eyes would hold little but seduction and ulterior motives. Who would believe such a pretty and delicate woman could possibly be that bad? They wouldn't, at least not at first. It was all part of the fun.
The prying and toying with the easily persuaded minds until eventually they would realize her less-than-innocent intentions and turn to her with a hurt expression.. that was when she'd know she'd won. The cruel satisfaction of being able to manipulate them so, to drag them along, that's what she truly enjoyed. She only had room in her dark little heart to care for one, and that would be her brother. Everyone else would serve as her little puppet show in one way or the other.
It was this day, when the paperwork and drama would slow, where she would grow bored and search for her new source of entertainment. The slender woman made her rounds, greeting each new individual as any manager would, making brief bouts of monotonous conversation before drifting off to the other. When that was said and done, this day at least, she grew bored of the everyday drunken man (and woman) and ordered a martini to keep herself occupied during her break. What else was she to do? Make friends? These idiots wouldn't be worth her time for any purpose. Her brother, who worked as a bar tender in the same location would be off with the same idea on his mind. He had much less patience than she did, to wait, he'd taken off at the first chance after his search for a 'good time' had failed. There just didn't seem to be a good supply of fascinating people this day.
The shadow manipulator lowered herself into a empty booth with her drink in hand and smoothed her slim fitting dress once settled. The little black thing might have seemed a bit formal for a bar however looking nice seemed to be part of her image. If she didn't keep herself up her whole system would cease to exist. What kind of little monster would she be if she looked like the common street rat?
A toned thigh crossed over another as she quietly took a sip of her beverage and searched the dull crowd. Dark eyes raked from each drunken form with little interest. Occasionally she'd allow a shadow to pass over the ground, confusing the simple minded people to stumbling around and tipping over to avoid the 'hole'. A completely juvenile thing to spend her time doing, however would supply a small window into her twisted head. Taking advantage of them at their weakest point, even if they'd not been worthy of any higher form of attention.. she'd still prove to hold some sort of power over them. That's what she she lived for.
