Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 15, 2015 3:18:59 GMT
 620 notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV A busy mind didn't mean she didn't participate in life's simple pleasures. Occasionally distancing herself from her twisted thoughts not only helped her to maintain her cool demeanor but kept her sharp. Jogging, yoga, both average hobbies that bound her to her humanity.. or perhaps only encouraged the unfortunate little 'god complex'. If not for the betterment of herself there wasn't much reason for a hobby. Wasn't that the purpose of such anyways, for entertainment? It just so happened this woman enjoyed pampering herself for entertainment. That was, when she wasn't tearing lives apart. Even a woman so dedicated to her career (hard at work or hardly working?) had to get away every once in a while.
Although ironic for her constant need for chaos, she often found herself enjoying the serenity of the beach. Or maybe she just enjoyed the blatant stares she received for her extraordinary 'beach' body. Outfitted in her favorite black bikini it left little to the imagination but often that's just how she wanted it. Maintaining her lithe form was a second job in itself, not allowing others to enjoy it would be a disservice to herself and to them. Even if she refused to acknowledge those gawking faces (she was very particular in those she 'associated' herself with) she still found quite a bit of enjoyment in watching them squirm with jealousy for the one thing they couldn't have..her.
This feeling would inevitably surface again as she strode along the quiet boardwalk. It was a stark contrast to the club in which she spent the majority of her time, given, she asked for it, but that didn't necessarily require her to enjoy the noise level. The faint murmurs of distant voices met her ears, and aside from the odd gape-jawed man that passed her, little stirred. Perhaps from the choice of her visit, being in the middle of the week the majority of humans would be at their drab place of employment. Luckily she didn't have the same pleasure.
Roman-style sandals in hand she strode quietly towards the all-too inviting water, her bare feet shifting against the gritty, yet nonetheless smooth wooden walkway beneath her. Could life get much better? With all of the power beneath her finger tips and now a much needed and relaxing trip, Dallas could nearly feel an emotion coming over her. However tempting the idea her unusually icy brown eyes remained just that, barren and void of much of anything. Emotions were for those that got preyed on, never for the predator herself. Upon reaching the end of the boardwalk the woman silently stepped down the stairs that awaited her, dragging a hand down the polished wood railing and pausing as sand met her feet. She took a moment to survey her environment, never being one to walk into a situation without thorough evaluation, before walking onward again.
Her goal today would be to not accomplish much of anything (wasn't that every beach-goer's goal?), though she wasn't going to say no to a good tan. Her doe eyes settled on a nearby stretch of empty sand and she moved towards it. As she reached it she produced a towel from her adjacent hand and laid the cloth out along the uneven surface of the beach. She took another glance around before kneeling and laying back, crossing her slender leg over another and closing her eyes against the warmth of the sun. Though being in a blissful state and being vulnerable were two different things, the latter of which she'd never find herself in. This situation would be no different, in fact, it wouldn't take much to redirect her attention if need be.
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Reese Fountaine
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Post by Reese Fountaine on Mar 16, 2015 4:23:21 GMT
Dozens of innocent people were scattered on the beach amongst a predator who could quite literally strike out whenever he wanted to. His hands itched with irritation, the heat was building up and wanting to burn it's way out. And, the funny thing about it was that no one would suspect him. After all, how had the fire started in the first place? Reese knew there was no way any police could tie it back to him. He was the prince in shining army, the savior in a black suit. He was the good guy, the guy that could do no wrong. Reese had to keep that appearance up, no one could suspect him of being the bad guy. It was actually quite funny, he was a huge fan of chaos, but he had to retain control in order to keep up the image, and it therefore made things boring. He just gritted his teeth though and kept that act up, there was a time and place for chaos, but not with a thousand pairs of eyes on him. Well, in all technicality he very well could. But, his intelligence was off the hooks, and Reese knew there was something more entertaining than just setting fire to the place. He wanted to though, he wanted others to feel the heat, to hear them screaming for help. There was nothing more satisfactory than that sound for Reese, the sound of screams and inevitable death. Reese knew there was reasons for the way he behaved, but in all seriousness, Reese did not care. The sun was shining, men and women alike were resting on individual beach towels, probably in hopes of tanning. It was mid afternoon in the city of Los Angeles, and while his daughter was outside of school, Reese left her at home with the nanny. Bringing her along would mean taking the extra time to put sun block on, being that she was extra sensitive to the sun at her age. And, Reese always made sure to take good care of his little girl. He needed some time to himself, without his job getting in the way, and the members of his mob distracting him. He had not made a kill in a very long time, it was why his fingers itched so much, they craved to wrap around someone's neck. He only knew one other way to satisfy his needs. Blood and fire, it was the perfect mix. But, what fun would it be for people to just go and run into the ocean. Reese was a whole lot smarter than that though, and kept from acting on his impulses. His stomach had butterflies knowing that tonight he would deal with his urges, and it would only last five days before he needed to take care of it again. In the meantime, Reese was gonna have to distract himself. He walked down the steps, a cold smile on his lips, his feet soon reaching the hot sand. He searched all around for a place to lay down. There happened to be one place open, a youngish female with dark brown hair. He would admit the woman was pretty, a good potential victim, but he wasn't all that interested. No, he sensed potential here. He didn't bother to ask, and laid his beach towel by her. He then proceeded to lie down, not caring if she made any protests. It was a free beach, he could lie down whenever he wanted. "Hope you don't mind, sweetheat." His lips curved into a smirk, not caring if she liked him or not. Dallas Ariana Petrov Here you go. 
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 17, 2015 20:06:48 GMT
### words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Verging on the definition of 'sin' and with a soul long possessed by the dark, naturally she had to be opposite physically. If she looked the part of 'demon' she'd certainly be less than desirable (to most, anyways). Luckily she was a cleverly wrapped, however misleading, package. The perfect woman in a sense, lithe with the right amount of covering where she needed it, but a body could only get one so far. That's where her big doe eyes came in, void of emotion but as convincing as they came, not at all that different than that of the innocent puppy. Coupled with a brilliant smile that gave the appearance of some vague normalcy and a conniving mind, it was hardly questionable as to why she frequently got her way. The reason to her success? She knew how to yield said talents like no other.
And boy did she. Deception was nothing more than a game, a dirty little addiction to stringing people along until disposing of them at the appropriate (or inappropriate) time. A psychopaths drug in many senses, pain without remorse or a second glance. All for the simple purpose of entertainment. But today? Today her act would mimic the pleasant and indifferent beach goer... for the moment anyways.
The heat of the midday sun lit and warmed her tanned form as she laid out against the sand. Utter bliss in many ways, a relative silence, she was no different to that of a regular human in that regard, though the morbid images that danced behind closed eyelids would say differently. The best of chaos erupted from silence (what a comforting idea). A certain confidence became known at this point by the way she seemed to disregard any murmured voices, shifting of sand, or stares. She simply couldn't be bothered. She crossed her toned arms behind her head, exhaling softly.
Dallas was a woman that picked her battles with great scrutiny, being a fairly good judge of character. The extent of her act varied heavily with each passing being. Potential toys or enemies were about the extent of her interactions, unless finding potential in one or the other she preferred not to bother with it. But, given that she was playing the average human this day it was almost a a fact that she'd be approached. She was alerted by the shifting of sand firstly, but decided not to give it much thought, the cool darkness of her mind was a much more pleasant place. Soon enough it grew relentless, hearing the flutter of a towel against the nearby sand. Her brow furrowed in light annoyance, eyes flicking open behind the shade of her darkly tinted sunglasses. It wasn't much of a shock that she soon found herself in the presence of a male, in fact it was almost expected, but this day she didn't particularly feel the need to play the 'nice girl'.
Crossing one slender leg over the other she took her sweet time in addressing the stranger, slowly turning her head to lazily allow her eyes to travel his frame and almost mocking expression. If any interest was shown she wouldn't make it apparent. Several moments alone were spent debating her choice of reaction. To send the male on his way or participate? And under which act? The choices were endless with Dallas, being particularly talented in mocking most emotions and personality traits. However the cruel smirk that lit the males face made the answer obvious. She was in the midst of one of her own.
A fascination for the bold creature lightly played at her, flicking up at her heels until eventually deciding to engage. Her soft lips pursed now before propping herself with her elbows and lifting her sunglasses from her face. She folded the expensive shades and held them, maybe under the assumption that the interaction wouldn't last too long, but still taking her time in addressing the man. An immediate claim for power perhaps, making it apparent that she had all intentions at controlling the situation.
As if proving her point her own smirk climbed it's way up on it's way up onto her own pretty little face. "Not at all. It is a free beach, after all." She sent back in a purr of a reply, her pretty, but strangely empty, brown eyes focusing on him. A 'free' beach maybe, but his confidence would come at a price, especially now that he'd interrupted her. "Just be careful in where you lay, sweetheart, wouldn't want anything damaging that cocky little smirk of yours." Her words laced with an ulterior motive but she kept her pleasant expression steady. If anything, her warning entertained her. Surely a man so blatantly confident could handle a sly little threat?
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Reese Fountaine
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Post by Reese Fountaine on Mar 30, 2015 2:46:07 GMT
The woman was decent looking, brown hair was curly-ish and eyes that seemed to be soulless if he paid closer attention. His lips curled into a smirk, very confident about his appearance, knowing his muscles were very well toned. But, lets be honest, she didn't have the umpf he was looking for in a woman. There was nothing more attractive than Fadeyka, his alpha female, or at least in his sick mind. But, in all honesty, the female had yet to see that. So, he was still in all technical terms allowed to go on the hunt for any female of his choosing. But, he was looking for entertainment and she seemed to be the best source around. Well, one of the only people that was alone. He could not afford any witnesses to his conversations, they were most of the time pretty bad, except when he had to tone it down around his daughter, and even then it was still pretty bad. And, it wasn't like he had any plans for his daughter to grow up sweet and innocent like most of the population. No, his daughter needed to damn know how to protect herself. After all, she wasn't going to stay little for so long. He had yet to share with Fadeyka that he had a daughter, he didn't strike her as the kid type, which he supposed was okay but she would have to learn to accept Aiyana. There was nothing more dangerous than messing with a psychopath's daughter, anyone should know that really. Despite being a psychopath, there was things that Reese wanted that everyone else had. He wanted a wife for one thing, a mother for his daughter, someone to fuck every night. While he did have women, they were of the sweet and innocent kind, and not so willing to participate in sex. Did he feel bad about it? No. It was just means to an end, to satisfy him. He was a man, after all, and he had his needs. Their screams were annoying, not fully understanding that no one was going to help them, that their death was unchangeable. "Not at all. It is a free beach, after all." He observed the smirk on the woman's face with good observation skills. There was something behind the mask, and being the curious man he was, he was determined to figure out what it was. Her eyes were pretty enough, but they held something more interesting, like there was some kind of story. She even seemed to have a resemblance to his dear brother Nikolai, who might he mention just showed up after not seeing him for twenty one years. Their brotherly relationship was beyond complicated, and Reese hoped things would go back to the way they used to. Yes, he was a supposedly evil psychopath. But, there was things that he still held dear, such as family. And, Nikolai was family. He grew up in the same lifestyle that he did as a child, both abused. Reese had it worse, but their (ex) father still had beaten Nikolai around some. "Just be careful in where you lay, sweetheart, wouldn't want anything damaging that cocky little smirk of yours." His lips twitched, as if he were about to smirk again. He mauled over how to respond, well he already knew, but words must always be processed before spoken. "Should I be running away like a scared little boy?" He then smirked, a playful tone to his voice. "Then again, that wouldn't be much fun. I think I would much prefer to see your ass running away like a scared little girl." He nodded his head in approval, licking his lips in emphasis. "After all, I can never say no the sight of that. Force of habit, its probably my gender."Dallas Ariana Petrov Omg. So sorry for the wait. And... No idea.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 1, 2015 16:08:16 GMT
710 words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV 'Survival of the fittest'. Such a lovely expression, wasn't it not? Straightforward as well, one she found herself living by. Morals, no, but she did have certain things she lived by.. and this was one of them. The strong survived and flourished. A lion for example; they held their place at the top of the food chain for a reason; strength, agility, intelligence, fully knowing how to work the system and do what it takes to thrive.. while the weak shriveled, broke under the pressure (there seemed to be quite a bit of those around this city). Dallas was a woman who believed herself to be one of the strong. She'd simply taken it upon herself at a young age to bite life before life bit her more than it already had. Could she really be blamed?
Life was about strength, fighting like hell for a glimmer of comfort and constantly being denied it; whether it be a need to belong or something as simple as a place to rest ones head. To come out on top was to ignore the weakness in which held one back, in this case emotional needs. She did not come without her own back story, no monster came without one, but a rocky start and a childhood of isolation was not one she could afford to ponder- life was good. She had everything she needed to enjoy herself right at her fingertips and little a care in the world.
Upon asking her one might find that she believed her games to be a civic duty, a community service. Was that not what she was doing, weeding out the runts and crumpling them when she was finished? It was all part of nature, the weak were of little use to the world, she was doing nothing more than taking out the trash (with her brothers help of course) before it's given expiration date; a predator in the human world of fluff's and the search for petty comforts.
It was fairly obvious she had made the acquaintance of someone of a similar sort by this point, that sly little smirk was more than enough to give his darkness away. And then there was the threat.. oh how she loved a good threat. It was amusing, to say the least, that she'd gravitated so quickly to one of her kind considering the amount of bodies on the beach. Granted there weren't that many comparing it on a normal day and she'd chosen a secluded spot. There were no idiotic men this day, just him. And she couldn't say that she was disappointed.
Dallas was a woman that was calm, cool, collected in the face of danger. If anything her carelessness towards his return jeer showed her strength and was only a glimmer of her true reaction - enjoyment. The sadistic little woman found quite a bit of entertainment that accompanied a threat. Her eyes lit with a cool fire with the challenge he'd presented, a shot of adrenaline finding it's way through her blood stream that made a chuckle rise. She turned onto her side, resting on one elbow now. "I'm just going to stop you right there and save you the trouble," She replied with a breath of faint exasperation, her voice low. "See, I don't 'scare'.. and I sure as hell don't run."
"I think we can agree to disagree that 'running' will not be a part of this little encounter...unless you'd prefer to keep your sanity, in which case.." A man that bold had to have had some use, talent perhaps, and through her somewhat annoyed state she could almost say she had interest in where that talent laid. He was not a bad looking man by any means and now that he'd presented himself to her, well, it appeared as if she'd found her new source of entertainment. It was with this thought that her smirk grew, eyes lightly trailing down the males form before returning to his. "But by all means pretty boy," She paused to gesture down to her lithe form which lay deceivingly vulnerable beneath the suns heat, very well goading him on and toying with whatever darkness he may have. "Give it your best shot."
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