Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 8, 2015 22:58:38 GMT
 670 words notes: sorry about the length. i tried to cut it short x'D DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Nothing good ever came of her boredom. 'Idle hands are the devils playground', as they say. She fit the statement well, perhaps more than most, but unlike most she'd embraced it fully. She did not keep herself busy to hide from trouble, rather she sought conflict to keep herself busy; she was almost like a toddler in nature, destroying the closest object at hand after being left alone for too long. The club was full of life, music and movement, yet the woman felt her thoughts growing empty. Thankfully the keys to the building laid not two inches from her fingertips.
Every key to every dark corner of her fine establishment made home to that key ring, and as her eyes set on the object she knew it would be the source of entertainment. Not the object itself but what came out of it, information.. and for the past few days, she had not but a single curiosity on her mind. She took the cleverly placed object into her possession and quickly left the over-sized room that was her office, all the while rifling through the tens of keys to one of an office in particular; of which belonged to none other than her dear little co-worker.
It hadn't been long since their encounter, several days at the most (had she really been counting?) But her interest had not faded as they parted that day. Though that was no good thing for him by any means, 'interest' with her ended in a victim that was either broken or dead (or so she thought). The first step was finding out how he ticked, why, and if this gained information could be of any use to her. However he was not a stupid man by any means, surely he wasn't going to be all that easy to figure out. But what was life if not for challenges?
She glanced about before promptly sliding the key into the locked office door, turning it to receive a satisfying click. Chances were the lusty man was off chasing down one of their many whores rather than spending his time behind a desk, besides who needed an office when there were so many available closets? The woman smirked at the thought before slipping into the darkened room. With pupils instantly doubling in size the shadow manipulator didn't have a need for light so she continued to the desk, where she lowered her slender self into the chair. Here's where the fun would begin.
Her eyes filled with an icy luster as they poured over the few bits of paperwork that littered the surface, a name here, an address there. If she had a sudden need to find his home it would be of some use but it was not what she cared for at that moment in time. She needed a background, something beyond paperwork, something that she could make stick. Something like.. what was hidden in a secured drawer? Her lips pursed, dragging a lazy finger tip over the lock itself. What, did he not trust her or something? Pity for him it was not the first time she'd broken into a desk, either.
Reclining casually in the chair and propping her legs on the desk she eventually pulled the drawer open and rifled through the contents with fading interest. What was this man, dead? Several moments later she'd nearly lost a fascination completely until a metal object met her grasp. A pocket watch? Her head tilted slightly, drawing her fingers over the smooth surface before opening it. Her skin seemed to grow several shades paler from the picture that met her eye; a younger Asher with the clumsy mistakes of her past. A mixture of recollection, distaste and confusion came over her, brow knitting. The metal grew cold beneath the warmth of her grasp as her mind reeled. But, she wanted information, had she not?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 2:29:00 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES He has just ended an important meeting with one of the employees, a graceful dancer that Anaise was. The man vaguely remembered seeing something in the employee handbook about not having sexual relations with fellow employees, especially not in this sort of workplace. Ah, well, one couldn't complain if they got a bonus for doing a job well done right?
Without even a farewell, he fumbled with his button down shirt, trying his best to rebutton the now wrinkled shirt with one hand, a set of keys being held firmly in the opposite. He had promised Dallas that he'd send off the bills today, yet they were still sitting on his desk, still lying in their envelopes, untouched.
With a disgruntled sigh of sorts, he took hold of the silver door knob, surprised to find it unlocked. Could have sworn I locked this damn door. He thought to himself as he pushed the door open, surprised to find that his office was not unoccupied as he had left it earlier in the day.
A smooth smirk pulled at his lips, seemingly tempted by the appearance of the attractive, yet psychotic woman that appeared to make herself at home at his desk. "You came in for another round, she-devil?" He spoke, his voice drenched in what appeared to be a seductive tone. "I had plans, but I don't mind squeezing you i---...." The man trailed off as his brilliant blue-grey eyes caught what the woman was holding.
His cool expression soon faded, his smile fading, his eyes hardening. "What the fuck are you doing, Dallas?" He growled, stepping forward and grabbing hold of the woman's wrist that held the silver locket. "Did you come in here to steal my shit? What the fuck is wrong with you, damn it?" The locket meant much more to him than it should have. Perhaps it was because the only picture he had of his mother and sister, as far as he knew they both could have been dead. Yet here was his boss attempting to take this important trinket from him.
For whatever reason, he seemed to absolutely lose control of himself. Without any thought crossing his mind, his body shifted and changed soon being replaced by an oily black lion, its fur as dark as pitch. Striking bright blue eyes peered out from the beast's face as he placed a heavy paw forward, teeth flashing as it growled at the woman. He was angry, blinded by his own fury. [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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we could set the world ablaze
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 10, 2015 6:27:58 GMT
660 words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Not a lot fazed her, that was a given, but this truly had her at a loss of words. She held the watch loosely between fingers that had grown cold from the shock of it, all the while while seemingly fixated on the picture. They were faces she had not yet forgotten even though she wished she could (it was a clumsy time in her life, she didn’t think very fondly of it), nonetheless she had long put them behind her. They were younger in the picture, sure, but spend enough time with a person and it becomes hard to forget them.
But perhaps the most surprising part was that those faces were coming back to haunt her, what were the chances? And somehow related to a man that she worked so…closely with, no less? Her jaw set as she closed the thing, eventually attempting to blink away her empty mind, but she hardly had time to do even that due to the door opening and the familiar man making his way in. With a slightly furrowed brow and a strange silence she took his presence in, most likely searching not for the pleasure of it but for the hope that there was no similarities. Any train of thought was halted upon reaching his chest, her nose wrinkling with distaste at the sight of the shirt. Her moment of shock was now over as quickly as it came, a gleam of amusement coming to her eye. You disgust me.
Yet she found a smirk forming from his words, he’d certainly had his fair share of ‘fun’, enough for a life time in fact, but to say the idea hadn't crossed her mind would be a lie. Though she formed the sneaking suspicion he’d reconsider once he saw what was in her possession, in three, two, one…His sudden mood swap brought out a blatant amusement, shown by a grin, as she slowly pulled her legs off of the desk to return to a sitting position.
”Just dropped in to say a little hello.” The woman lied through her teeth as she leaned forwards against the table surface, only seconds before a masculine hand gripped her wrist. Instinctively her fingers closed around the object in her palm, holding it tightly as doe eyes flicked down at the scene. A certain warmth spread through her skin from the touch but that could be ignored for now, there were much more fascinating things to attend to. ”Oh, so much, but that's besides the point.” She admitted coolly, ”I thought I could spare a bit of your time for a chat, but mmm, looks as though you've had your fair share of hello's for one day."
The extent of his reaction was a bit disturbing to say the least, not from his anger (let’s be honest she liked tempers) but from what the anger rose from; the watch. That only meant it had some sort of significance to him, although brilliant leverage at this point it was thoroughly disheartening. Surely his association with those people would mean destruction as well but she felt her lips purse regardless. He was just so much fun.
Her amusement fell upon watching the man rapidly shift, her demeanor taking on that of curiosity in its place. She tilted her head lightly as her eyes roamed the surface of the males new form, frustratingly calm for a woman who was about to have her throat ripped out. ”No need to get your panties in a wad, Ash.” the woman purred, dragging a finger over the surface of the precious watch in her hand while watching him steadily. ”I feel as though we’ve come a bit past ‘hostility’, don’t you think?” Her smirk returned now despite the beast that lingered before her. ”If you feel the need to take your pound of flesh, have at it, but first I’m curious. What’s a man like you doing with all of his feelings locked up in something so…easy?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2015 15:41:15 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES Muse: chains - nick jonas Was he angry? Damn straight. No matter if it had been an object of personal importance, he didn't favor people with particularly sticky fingers who didn't appreciate what didn't belong to them. A light puff of smoke came from the black lion's partially opened maw as he glared through piercing blue eyes at the woman. He hadn't expected her to be afraid, of course not, this was Dallas that he was talking about here. Although he was tempted to eat her, in a more displeasurable way than she would have been used to. But he managed to keep a lid on his anger, at least one fourth of it anyway. Dallas didn't deserve any explanations, nor did anyone. "And what if I was? You didn't seem to have a problem with me locking my feelings inside you the other night." He snorted before taking a deep breath and shifting back into his human form, adjusting his shirt accordingly. Although anger was still in his eyes he seemed to have tamed himself, if only for the moment. "You ain't getting anything from me, Dallas. I don't owe you shit, I'll give you the pleasure you ask of me, but nothing more." He reached for the woman's wrist and brought his lips to the soft skin that rested there. "Nobody takes what is rightfully mine. I know you think it's a game, but you've never been more wrong, my delectable she-devil." He commented quietly as he shifted his gaze to meet the woman's before he ever so casually bit the skin upon her wrist. Keeping his grasp firm on the woman's wrist, he studied her quietly. "Unfortunately, I don't play games. Besides, you're not the only sick bastard on that high chair you insist upon sitting in. Cool your shit Dallas, before I cool it for you." His tone was level, but he was smirking the entire time. It was this that made it so hard to read exactly how the man felt about certain things. He could be interested, angered, who knows. [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 16, 2015 18:39:04 GMT
700 words notes: good god dallas DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Life was a game. It was a dog eat dog world and if not a game then a constant battle, one she knew well of. She could hardly be blamed for taking initiative and taking fate into her own hands, for biting life before it had a chance to bite back. Games were only a way to enjoy the ride, to make some sort of purpose out of the whole matter. And it appeared as if he'd figured hers out quite well.
She was searching for a reaction, to put it into her reservoir of knowledge against the man, to make some use of this little object that she held in her grasp. She nearly had one as well, the mans shifting serving a purpose of it's own and setting her skin on fire like a addict to their drug of choice. The woman yearned for it. Patience was in order as she waited, for what she wasn't entirely sure. Did he have the balls to attack her? His bitter attitude towards life in general left her with a pretty good idea as to the answer.. but then why was she smirking? She was thoroughly entertained by his anger, his shifting, and the fact that she'd pressed another one of his buttons. But he was smarter than she gave him credit for, there was more to the man than a good time and he had yet to disappoint. She thoroughly enjoyed a man who refused to whine about their problems and past.
But the first and foremost reaction was lust, quickly flaring up again from his comment and lighting a gleam in her eye. Her lips parted as she drug a tongue over them, all the while a cool chill finding it's way down her spine. The memories were nice, enough to distract her for several moments and cause her grip to slacken on the pocket watch. "Now, we both know it's not healthy to bottle emotions." She agreed, "Much more productive spent in me than in some hunk of metal, I'm sure you can agree."
It was weird, or perhaps that was an understatement, 'flirting' with a fire breathing lion, but it would not have been the weirdest thing she'd ever done. And it looked as though she wouldn't have to keep it up for long as the man shifted back quickly, her eyes immediately sending themselves down his form. That was better. Now pleased with the picture she saw she relaxed significantly, if that could even be said for someone that was already so nonchalant about getting killed. She opened her mouth to speak but found her attention quickly drawn to his lips as they drew close to the surface of her skin, heartbeat quickening with anticipation. Why was it that this goddamn man had her on the edge of her seat? Perhaps it was the unpredictability, the unknowing of what she was going to receive next.
And what had she even come into the office for? She inhaled a soft breath and drug her big brown eyes to meet his, somehow.. stuck within the confines of her mind. She grew silent for seconds but his voice broke her from her stupor. Blinking, she refocused on the real purpose behind her visit and the sentimental piece of metal that she now only held precariously between her fingertips.
"So you don't.." She breathed in a long sigh. Was she giving up? Not a chance in hell, but he did have a point, or multiple points that had her pause in her quest for world domination. She was playing with fire here, literally... but she obviously didn't seem to mind too much. "You'll have to excuse me if I find it odd that someone like you holds sentiment towards something that isn't below the waistline." Her eyes lit with an icy humor now, leaning forward to rest her chin in the palm of her 'unoccupied' hand, in the process closing the distance between them significantly. It was then she released her grip and allowed the pocket watch to fall the short distance to his desk. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 1:24:42 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES He was anything but a weak man. The fact that the woman had gained the misconception that he was as such, disappointed him if only slightly. He could have begged to differ at the woman's remark on productivity, but he said nothing merely continuing to trail his lips up the woman's arm.
The man was not blind to the way the woman reacted to the simplest of touches, the way her breath quickened as though she was anticipating something more. The dark haired man leaned dangerously close to the woman's face, mere inches from her mouth. "I'm not a mindless bastard who only understands sex, and only that. You don't know me Dallas, and if you think you could actually get into my head? To actually dissect my mind? Well.." He leaned forward slightly his lips ever so close to the woman's own, but instead he moved to her ear, whispering words that weren't so kind. "I'll never give you the pleasure of doing so." He whispered before he backed away as he heard the satisfying plink of the pocket watch upon the hardwood floor.
Without sparing a moment's time, Asher reached down and picked up the watch, slipping it into his pants pocket. He hadn't once kissed her, instead he would make her the want that lusted after him, not the other way around. If she was going to snoop around like some delinquent, she didn't deserve the time of day from him, not even for a moment. "Aw, ain't that sweet of you to think of me that way." He smirked, rolling his eyes in response. "You think everyone but your own reflection is a dumbfuck. You've gotta realize that you're not the only intelligent one around here." He commented as he pulled up a chair and sat a length away from the woman.
Asher leaned back in the chair, studying Dallas quietly. "Now, are we going to have a civilized conversation for once?" He asked, a smile still pulling at the corners of his lips. What was on his mind? Money? Business? Sex? Who the hell knew with someone like Asher, he was a mystery in itself. [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 17, 2015 17:08:18 GMT
900 words notes: omfg dallas. this is awful sorry DALLAS ARIANA PETROV She hated to be toyed with almost as much as she hated showing weakness - both of which were happening at this very moment. Her vulnerability, however slight, was driving her up the wall and causing her skin to crawl with unease. Perhaps the picture of her past had softened her, or maybe the man just had an effect on her, even she wouldn’t know. Feeling vulnerable was not something she did often or well but she did not take easily to being cornered or batted at like cat toy... Nonetheless it appeared as if he'd taken the liberty of doing just that.
His warmth drew close to her skin and her breath silently caught in her throat, sure that even the most subtle movement from her end would finish the job. She listened quietly to his words, playing his game, but it was one she’d played herself a time or two and it wasn’t all that shocking when their lips didn’t meet. She knew a tease when she saw one. He was playing her just like she did to him, trying to get her to beg for a few table scraps when she had a whole all-you-can-eat buffet right outside the office doors. But one thing was for damn sure and it was that she didn't beg for anything. Why was she even bothering with him at this point? Why hadn't she gotten up and walked through those doors? They were fair questions that she asked herself at that moment in time. Maybe because then he'd win and that would ruin her game… She always won in her game. And when she didn’t, like any sore loser, she just stole all the game pieces.
As his voice hissed in her ear a combination of indignation and a pissy little temper flared in her eyes, pupils stretching as the darkness threatened to overtake her thoughts. How dare he turn the tables on her? If she was a bratty child she would most certainly be whining from this injustice. But she would not allow him to see this blip in her icy demeanor, no, for as he leaned back she had a bitchy smirk prepared. It was a power struggle at its finest but one she didn’t mind waiting it out, she’d break him down eventually...for now she’d just enjoy the ride. Her temper faded quickly in order to fall back to her usual amusement – everything was very entertaining, especially so when it involved playing with Asher’s mind. That’s what you think. The chilly voice that was her conscience cooed. ”Now Ash, who said anything about getting into your mind?” She questioned easily with a raise of her eyebrow. ”An interesting place no doubt, but there? Not at the top of my list of places to visit. A little paranoid, are we?”
Her satisfaction grew significantly upon watching him separate and grab the sentimental object. Little did he know that she already had valuable piece of information, a ticket into his mind if you will, just in the two woman in his picture. In figuring him out she’d have to face her own past but she was more than willing to in this case, especially after he’d so blatantly taunted her. Now that was just rude.
Dallas adjusted now, crossing a toned thigh over the other and casually twirling one of the mans’ ink pens between her fingertips; clearly claiming it as her own and having half a mind to shove it through his eye socket to be rid of him then. Her head tilted at the thought as she focused intently on the new object in her hand. Whether she got distracted or simply decided against it, only she knew, as she noticed the man pull a chair up to her and take a seat. Had he been saying something important? Dark irises flicked up at him eventually, pulling herself from her morbid little fantasies. Something about intelligence?
She snorted in amusement, them having a civilized conversation was similar to somebody solving world hunger; impossible. But she’d enlighten him, play along. It was better than the other more violent ideas flitting through her mind. The woman pushed herself away from the desk in order to face him and rest her elbows on her knees. ”If you insist on playing this game I’ll be more than happy to oblige, I've got all damn day.” Her voice fell in a soft purr before sitting up in her chair. ”But you’ve got one thing wrong, and that’s the way you think I perceive you. I know you’re smart. In fact it’s the intelligence that’s keeping me here in the first place…among other things. You fascinate me Asher, and that can’t be said about the half the drunk fucks that walk these halls.” Was she complimenting him? She sent the man a close-lipped smile. "And if it makes you feel better, I had no intentions of 'stealing your shit. That civilized enough to suit your tastes? Would the weather be more your style or do you need me to get down on my knees and beg - ” She paused, a grin lighting her features. "No wait, I bet you'd like that. Too bad I'm not the begging type."
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