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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 23:14:56 GMT
what if tomorrow is too Love. What a strange word. It was a profound illusion, crafted purely as an overrated excuse to inflict harm on another, and yet still gain the greatest form of forgiveness. The concept behind the word varied greatly between the passing man, woman and child, whereas he had dismissed the true, deeper meaning all together. He didn't wield room to acknowledge the emotion, and didn't possess the time to harness the endless game of tug and war they had dubbed love. He had been raised not to harbour recognition for such an emotion, for while he was capable of feeling it, as any man, his expression of the word was certainly quite the variation from your average human. It certainly wasn't the fact that physical contact with women was rare, because well, he'd have more than his fair share of enjoyment with women, whether forced or not. And, let's be honest, he got about as much pleasure out of that as any other man, lest, he was still not satisfied. omfg stahp it menelaus
A singular, pale blue irises slipped past the various faces throughout the club, his partially operational gaze surveying the frames of the dancers with a subtle smirk of enjoyment. What wasn't there to like, anyway? In spite of that thought, he wasn't one of the drunkards pressing cash towards them, no; he'd watch from a distance, the show silently acknowledged. Their movements were entertaining, their bodies well carved, and to be honest, he was perfectly content merely observing. However, that would soon change as one of the grizzled men's hands shot out and gripped one of the dancers by the arm, tugging her half naked form (a good amount of her skin unveiled by her... revealing outfit) from the stage, hungrily clasping at her body.
With the bouncers seemingly preoccupied with the removal of another more problematic visitor to the club, the duty seemed to fall upon him, and, well, he barely hesitated. It barely took him a few seconds to have crossed the floor, shouldering his way through the men, and gripping his target by the back of the collar, biding the dancer time to reclaim her position on the stage with a grateful glance towards him. Barely acknowledging that, however, his frame turned, shoving his way through the cash-wielding men, the drunkard who had grabbed the woman in tow, who, oddly, wore a crooked grin. "D'you think you're fucking funny, just grabbing that woman?" He scowled, shoving the back door open, and hauling the drunkard through it easily, throwing the weighted frame down. Still, the drunkard grinned incessantly back at him, false confidence fuelled by the consumed alcohol. "Well, I hope it entertained you, sick bastard." Pfft hypocrite The opposing man's expression refused to falter, almost as if he was proud of laying his hands on the dancer.
He couldn't resist it. The mocking grin, the glazed eyes, the irrational acts; the ways of drunk men were idiotic ones, to say the least. His clamped fist made contact with the drunkard's jawline, jolting the human backwards, leaving a welter of scarlet wheals across the pale expanse of his features. Satisfaction spread through him, the saying of knocking some sense into him taken far too literally. Rendered numb by the unexpected blow, time was bidden to deliver another bunch, this time into the human's gut, causing the drunkard to recoil and slump to the ground, quite literally writhing in pain. His own smirk touched his features, but he didn't stop there; time after time did his fists make contact with the man's facials, the grin once plastered across the human's face replaced by a look that could only be described as agony. Bludgeoned features jerked each time knuckles would make contact with it, until the man began to grow motionless, rendered unconscious by the incessant blows. The lack of visible pain dulled the bear shifter's enjoyment, and slowly, he picked himself back up, pale iris surveying the limb body, before twisting on the heel, and returning promptly to the back door, giving one final satisfied smirk. Producing a rag of tattered, already blood-stained material from his pocket, he ran it over his knuckles carefully, his interest venturing slowly back to the dancers, unable to help the scowl that crept onto his features upon sighting the gathered men again. Humans were filthy creatures. "Fucking morons..." speak for yourself mene gawd
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 10, 2015 21:31:40 GMT
 ### words for @menelaushenson notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV She wasn't particularly fond of keeping track of the names of her employees unless they were of some use to her, for various reasons, the most prominent being a lack of concern for anyone besides herself. Information was power, that much was for certain, but burdening herself with trivial details such as names made little to no sense to her. That would only mean leaving less room for the important things, such as her chosen puppet's weaknesses and habits. The woman did however manage to keep a sharp eye on her charges, being no stranger to the darkness that seemed to hang over the club (which was most likely a product of her less than positive influence on the hiring process). Though fully supportive of 'getting the job done' she had a rather strong dislike of the police and found it best for them not to come snooping in the pit of criminals she came to manage. Therefore it had struck her odd that one of her bartenders had taken it upon themselves to a bouncers job.
She perched at a table nearby the stage, focus split between the erotic dancers and a a good deal of paperwork at her hands. The sheets that she held loosely appeared to be dull in nature for a scowl seemed engraved in her pretty features. But she'd certainly been in worse situations, after all, this is what she signed up for. The end of a pen found it's way to her lips, absentmindedly gripping it between white teeth as her eyes poured over the closest paper. They hovered across the printed words briefly before a movement caught her immediate attention, her icy gaze flicking upwards. It seemed as if several things were happening, neither of which she appreciated. Not only was her dancer being violated but her bouncers were lacking severely.
Dallas paused after taking the pen from her mouth, rather than leaping up to help, settling back into her chair with pursed lips. The dancer could always be replaced, that wasn't a concern to her at all, rather finding it highly annoying that her employees weren't at their posts. That would have to change, considering she wasn't paying them to sit around. No job was secure in this building. Which only reminded her to have a word with them, swiveling her head to search the premises for the beefy men. Shit faces. Her thoughts hissed, eyes narrowing to slits as she returned her attention to the scene at hand with little interest. This situation was not uncommon at all, in fact she'd come to expect it, though she found herself debating on whether or not to play the 'good person' card. Ah, perhaps not this day. She had almost returned to her paperwork when something of a bit more excitement met her eye. A bartender, jumping to save the poor damsel in distress?
The idea in itself was noble however she found herself doubting there wasn't an ulterior motive, given the mental state of the majority of her workers. Her eyes lit with the utmost curiosity, following the scene until it was taken outside. Closing the file folder at her finger tips the woman felt herself rising from her seat. This could be down right fascinating and she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to investigate. Although not going the extent to leave the building with them she did linger by the back door to see the aftermath.
She leaned against the solid wall not too far from the exit, the curiosity in her deep brown eyes growing by the moment. Upon the mans re-entrance she remained still in the shadows if only to judge whether the situation truly was as she thought it was. The blood that stained his knuckles would prove her right, causing a rather pleased expression to come over her. "Bravo." She now slunk forward several paces, high heels tapping against the hardwood floor as her arms crossed themselves over her chest. Surely she wasn't going to promote the beating of her customers? "I suppose I should thank you for taking out the trash." A sly smirk would indicate she had no intentions of doing so. "Care to explain why my bartender is doing a a bouncers job?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 13:30:18 GMT
what if tomorrow is too I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried. But I'm still caged inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody come and help me tame this animal. I can't escape myself, so many times I've lied. But there's still rage inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal.
Adjusting his frame in silence, the singular operational pale irises traversed the confines of his palm as the rag swept across it, and his knuckles, finding something pleasurable in the sight of the sickly shade of crimson accenting his skin. It was amazing how such a simply bodily fluid had the capability of setting one's teeth on edge, or to control another's chaos. They said that blood is thicker than water; could that be the explanation for why we battle our own with more and energy and gusto than we would ever expend on strangers. Art in the blood was liable to take the strangest forms. Blood alone moved the wheels of history.
However, as it were, there would be little additional time to contemplate such a fact, for a voice soon cut through the air, words laced with familiarity. To be perfectly honest, with the mental state of many workers considered, it didn't surprise him in the slightest that one had taken interest in his latest debut, even if the vocals did sound to be feminine. His single irises, the other adorned in a bandage from his encounter with a wolf pack and a pretty little griffin shifter, knotted to her own dark eyes, though upon meeting them, his head tipped on a slight incline. There were brown eyes in the world alongside blue, no doubt, and the one pair of brown meant heaven as no other blue pair could; it seemed as though he had seen nothing but blue eyed blondes in this damn place. They were a welcome sight, even if he did recognise them to be the eyes of his cold-hearted employer. He certainly couldn't fault her on that, though; a woman with an icy soul was a desirable one.
His facials split into a grin, despite the situation. "Ah, you always know how to make an entrance." Her assumption that a thanking was in order would have been considered brutal anywhere else, the beating of a paying customer understandably frowned upon in most work places. Here, it would seem, that there were quite literally no fucks given. There were plenty more drunken men out there, anyway; what difference would one make to the establishment? "All in a days work, ma'am, when it comes to this place. An unspoken part of the contract, if you will." He snorted lightly at that particular notion, though didn't question it, seemingly otherwise accustomed to the ways of the place. This was his employer, after all; under her supervision, it was likely best to at least wield some form of decency, hence he did his best to remain at least somewhat polite. Most people were utter arseholes that worked here, though. Hell, maybe it'd be better if he rubbed off as a total fuckface; Dallas certainly seemed to approve of them around the place. Perhaps they were just more fun to toy with, who knew?
His grin barely faltered as the woman questioned him on his actions, for the answer was a simple one, no doubt. "It is said that whatever ones life work is, he should do it well, in such a manner that no living, dead, or unborn should be able to do it better. These 'bouncers' of yours evidently don't seem to stick to that fact, even if they are apparently preoccupied with either getting off on your strippers or removing incoherent fucks." He rolled his shoulder blades in a shrug, ignoring the faint pain of the open wound still bore over his shoulder; the herbal remedy applied by Eponine had worked for a day or two, but then the pair had returned full force. But, like hell was he bandaging it. The only reason he had the white material around his eye was to defend it from curious onlookers, not from infection. He didn't give two fucks about infection. "Scientists come up will all this proton, neutron, electron bullshit about the universe. They forgot to mention that it is also made up of twats." He nodded his head towards the men around the stages. "Plenty of them, by the looks of things. How you've managed this long surrounded by them, I don't dare question."
Somebody help me through this nightmare. I can't control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can't escape this hell. This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 15, 2015 23:51:55 GMT
770 words for @menelaushenson notes: oh gawd is it bad that i like them? x'D and, if you haven't heard Nina's voice before, enlighten yourself, lkdsfaljdk. Sorry this is crap <3 DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Particular with who she spent her time, it was almost a wonder as to why she'd settled her sights on this man. A desire to maintain order in the place was, on a basic level, believable, however what would the world be without a little chaos? Luckily the woman found herself in an establishment that produced quite a bit, or perhaps 'found' would be a bit of an exaggeration, considering she'd very well influenced every bit of it. She'd like to think she was the mastermind of it all, carefully tailoring employee's to suit her own wishes.. which would only be for the ultimate purpose of a cruel amusement. This man was not only well versed in the task and hand but had maintained said task in a careful manner, neither drawing it out or attracting attention to himself. She could appreciate said ability.
He wasn't her average prey but had already proved his 'worth' of sorts. She couldn't give a damn about nobility or the fact that he'd quite possibly saved that woman from a unpleasant night, rather, the fact that he had gone forth and taken matters into his own hands. Restoring order by creating trouble was a fascinating concept, though as long as her workers were back in their assigned places she didn't care how it was done. Her dark eyes caught sight of a grin in which she accepted but apparently grew bored with it for she sent a look of scrutiny about his form. Whether or not she approved of it she wouldn't show, instead returning her steady gaze to his and allowing a subtle smirk to climb her features from his comment. "One of my specialties." Modesty was a foreign concept apparently, her arrogance loved to be fed and his comment seemed to do just that. Head tilting with what probably wasn't the most innocent of contemplation, she took in his speech silently.
It also appeared as if, unlike the majority of the other more..ignorant play-things, that he had a good bit of sense about him; given by the probably unnecessary title (who bothered with formalities in a strip club, anyways?). He appeared to be well aware of the position she lie in and that could be respected in a manner of speaking, intelligence was always rewarded in her book. "I'm not about to discourage someone who insists on picking up the slack." Her eyes parted from his to survey the club as it went about it's activities, little seemed out of place but for the lack of bouncers. Soon she returned her attention to the man in front of her.
Making note to fix that little ripple in her otherwise perfectly running system, she released a smooth breath. "Hmmm, I suppose they don't. But that's what you get for being 'rational', and 'easy going'. Not a worry, I'll handle it. " She cast a look at her manicured hand, studying each nail nonchalantly, maybe considering her options. The mans combination of being both philosophical and 'crude' was different to say the least, normally receiving one or the other, and lord knows she wasn't going to put up with ignorance. Her detached expression grew somewhat to a toothy grin, amusement mostly, at the same time probably revealing as to how it was she got what she wanted. The simple gesture was a persuasive one in most cases, who could resist such an angelic little face hahaifonly?
The demonic woman nodded in agreement to his statement, not even bothering to take a glance in the direction mentioned (why would she even give them the pleasure of her acknowledgement?). They were despicable beasts at best, even if they were ultimately who provided her with an income. Her nose wrinkled briefly with distaste. "So glad we can come to an agreement about something." She drug out in a purr which was soon followed with a chuckle as she rose a hand to drag it through her hair. "God, honestly I'm not sure either." Would already being half deranged count? "I have my ways of dealing." Her attempt at warm expression, however convincing, couldn't hide the gleam in her eye. Whatever these 'ways' were she had no intention of verbalizing them.. what fun would that be? "It all comes with the territory, darling. But then again.. what good are employees if not to deal with the..how you say it, 'twats'. Power is a beautiful thing."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 0:21:23 GMT
what if tomorrow is too I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried. But I'm still caged inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody come and help me tame this animal. I can't escape myself, so many times I've lied. But there's still rage inside. Somebody get me through this nightmare, I can't control myself. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal.
The dark irises fleeting about his frame went silently acknowledged, casting her a somewhat questioning incline of his head, though not verbally questioning the potential ulterior motive behind the action. For the one that questions everything, unless strong enough to bear the weight of his ignorance, risks questioning himself and becoming engulfed in doubt, and he, personally, very much took that saying to heart. That's right, he had a heart, hidden somewhere beneath the rubble, never intended to truly be uncovered, though forever producing an incoherent beat. He did not desire to dig it out, dust it off, piece it back together. He'd learnt to live honestly without it. Even so, such thoughts were interrupted by the woman's returned speech, eying the smirk that passed over her facials. Such an expression was nothing new, no doubt, but hey, at least he could provide some sort of entertainment to his employer, whether for better or for worse. Now, here was to his hoping that this particular conversation would spiral down into chaos and surmount to loosing his job. Even he required funds, and thus far, this was his main source of income, though he did have more drastic means of acquiring it, should it come down in such a manner.
His operational irises surveyed her facials, interest in why the hell she'd even sought to begin the conversation with him evident. After all, she must of had better, more productive things to do with her time than converse with her employees. "Innovation and improvisation are vital, whether you choose to encourage them or not," he mumbled gently, his gaze never leaving her, even as her dark irises surveyed their surroundings as a pose to fixating upon his facials. To be perfectly honest, he'd always found her ways intriguing, both on terms of personality and physical manipulation of the dark. Though usage of both was subtle, and the unsuspecting victim involved usually didn't expect a thing to have occurred at the hands of the woman, his observations of the woman had proven that there was definitely something more to the shifting of the darkness than purely coincidence.
Eye tracing her facials, he snorted lightly in response to her speech, his speech laced with traces of bemusement, "Just ram a stick up their arse and be done with it. With their personalities in mind, it'd probably do more for them than a talking to." Though it was spoken in a joking tone, perhaps it would be a better option than wasting valuable time on the likes of training her employees. There were more enjoyable things to do, though perhaps having to sacrifice that was a given when she took up the job of owner. Heck, he didn't have much management experience, after all, nor did he desire it. Ah well, he wasn't going to tell her how she was supposed to run the place. Or at least not intentionally. Irises tracing across the men surrounding the stage, their hungry eyes trained on the strippers, his lip curled slightly in something between disgust and disapproval, though the expression feel away as his fleeting gaze shifted back towards the dark-haired woman to acknowledge her speech.
Though only grunting in response to her initial speech, by the end of her words, a visible smirk had settled upon his facials, tugging the corners of his lips upwards, "I've watched you a good number of times about the place, and it would seem these ways of yours have a tendency to stray from being strictly professional." There was something odd that lay within her eyes, almost predatory, he noted silently, studying her with a never faltered inquisitive intensity, a light chuckle leaving him as she commented on workers and power. "Well, glad to know you take the benefits from our labour. Not that we don't get our fair share of the sights."
Somebody help me through this nightmare. I can't control myself. Somebody wake me from this nightmare, I can't escape this hell. This animal, this animal, this animal, this animal, this animal. So what if you can see, the darkest side of me? No one will ever change this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal I have become. Help me believe, it's not the real me. Somebody help me tame this animal.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 26, 2015 4:58:02 GMT
620 words for @menelaushenson notes: I am SO sorry this is so overdue DALLAS ARIANA PETROV There was a fine line between control and chaos and an art to be discovered in maintaining that line. Too much of one or the other and one would grow bored. Exorbitant amounts of control would lead way to rebellion and therefore madness, which, would not only be bad for her clubs’ reputation but for hers as well. But upon mastering the two, balancing equal amounts of control with the false pretense of freedom, then life could get interesting. Fun, in fact. She bent and manipulated this 'line' regularly for her own amusement. But then of course no manipulator was perfect and there was a fault in her system, she always verged more towards the chaotic side of things which often lead to her own failure (don't worry, she always got her way regardless). Maybe she wouldn’t ever be president due to this but there was still plenty to get her hands into in the meantime.
The first step was always getting to know the prey. Conversing with this rather helpful employee was most likely more beneficial than paperwork on a more personal level, especially so now that he’d proven his worth. She could always pawn the work off on some sorry sap, her favorite little co-owner perhaps sorry Ash. The brunette found a smirk touch the corners of her lips from the mans’ speech but didn’t respond, her rapid fire thought taking its place. It was one thing to encourage change but another to let it run wild. It all went back to the delicate balance, the false belief of freedom when ultimately she had them under her thumb.
A grin parted her lips now, a flash of perfect ivories that in the process gave way to something more than amusement. There was that unmistakable darkness in her eye again. The concept of verbally scolding an employee was an entertaining one nonetheless and one that he seemed aware of. ”Wise.” The woman commented initially, eyes trailing after his and sensing the distaste that radiated off of him in waves. So at least they had something in common then. ”But I’m not going to condone the abuse of my employees. Now, what sort of woman do you think I am?” Her eyebrow raised but she was fully enthused by her own joke, signified by her vibrant expression.
”Similarly to how you just took care of our little friend, you mean?” She questioned in a light jest towards the man’s own demons as her irises eventually made their way back to him, her gaze steady. ”The fact is, this establishment is far from professional in terms of internal affairs and my methods only match that. But then again if you were afraid of them you wouldn’t be here.” It seemed her own statement piqued her interest by her stride forwards. He was not like some of the more oblivious saps that made shelter in that building and the extent of that knowledge fascinated her.
”The average would have fled by now, given what you know.. Or, appear to know. So that only makes me curious…” Her head tilted lightly as she eyed him before her gaze drifted, falling sideways to survey the slowly filling bar in the background. Those were not people but impatient dollar signs that would soon flutter out the window if they were not careful. Her pleased expression held surface on her features as she lightly brushed past him to head to it, throwing a nearly sly grin over her shoulder. ”Pour me a drink? Come and tell me about yourself, Mene. I love a good chat.”
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