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       #Post#: 208574--------------------------------------------------
       1920's RP
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: June 19, 2012, 3:13 pm
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       The streets of Chicago were alive with life and the buzz of the
       city. The 'Roaring Twenties' were in full swing, amid a backdrop
       of mob rule and the looming of the nearing Great Depression.
       Morale wasn't at it's highest, and that's the way the city liked
       it. Flappers flounced down the streets while higher class women
       looked on in disdain. Men smoked cigars in the shadows, their
       eyes covered by fedoras as they combed the streets for their
       clientele, some merely pretending, others deadly serious. And
       then there was the Vaudevillian club, lit up and blaring jazz
       music for miles. It was common knowledge that the club was mafia
       owned, although this didn't stop it from being the most popular
       club in Chicago. If anything, it boosted the reputation. It was
       less common knowledge, however, that a certain dancer was much
       more than a working girl as she appeared to be.
       Situated on the far right in the line of dancers, she could see
       everything. Her pitch-black gaze sifted through the crowd as she
       mentally separated them into groups; The regulars, the
       out-of-towners, the perverts, the boss' crowd, and the cops.
       While she knew they would never actually arrest anyone as that
       would bring an end to their nightly getting off, Delphine was
       essentially the club guard dog, always keeping an eye on them.
       Her thick black curls were forcibly restrained in a silly,
       girlish hairstyle, and her bodice was so tight she was mildly
       surprised she hadn't fainted yet. the only thing that
       differentiated her from the other girls was the tiny but deadly
       handgun tucked into her stocking. Emergencies only, supposedly,
       but she knew better. If the girls or audience weren't careful
       she was welcome to use it as she pleased.
       Their dance number finished, and Delphine sauntered off stage
       and planted herself at the bar, at her stool. Flashing a bright
       smile at the bar tender, she ordered scotch on the rocks, and
       drank the first one down in a single gulp. The bar tender
       blinked at her in surprise and she shrugged, muttering, "If you
       lived my life you'd understand," before ordering another.
       Glancing over her shoulder at the door, she wondered if anyone
       worth getting to know would show up tonight.
       #Post#: 209596--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Lyon
       Date: June 20, 2012, 8:34 am
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       The jazz festival of music could be heard even blocks down the
       boulevard. Lyon watched others stumble down the cobble stone
       streets towards that faithful club. Of course the second
       greatest Maia family in the city owned it, that was why it had
       grown to be so prominent. Of course that was mostly obvious
       because, Lyon had done a little bit of shady work for the great
       family.
       That was all there really was to Chicago to be entirely honest,
       Gangs, Mob, Cops, Money, Dancing, Whores... and who is going to
       hold the knife when the chips are down, to their best friends
       throat. Lyon chose his own path however, he neither belonged to
       any of the Great 3 Mob families, or was against any one of them.
       Lyon was a hit man of sorts, the best in town, two nicely made
       magnums, one much harder cased and shelled to be almost like a
       shield. while the right had a sharp blade that came forth to the
       edge to the barrel for extremely quick slashing if need be.
       The two guns lay hidden int he black of his gray lined firm suit
       coat. a bright white shirt that had a neat collar, and of course
       nice dress pants, He was one of the few that did not wear a hat,
       no instead he only had the lion head with a gun in its mouth
       upon the back of his neck; it was of course a tattoo, to go
       under his dark head of almost skin level hair. Now he could
       almost barely hear the constant chitter chatter over the jazz,
       and the overzealous giggling of the little girls, just waiting
       to prove they were the best of whores. "At least its more
       tasteful under the family than it used to be.." he said with a
       short sigh, past he slight Irish accent. Then he took a seat on
       a bar stool, not really taking notice of anything but the tail
       end of a conversation being had between a beautiful young lass,
       and the boy playing bartender.
       he waved to the boy "water to start me off" The boy looked like
       he was about to get smart about the request, most bartenders
       did, as water didn't bring them much business, but he thought
       better of if when Lyon flashed him a dark eyed glance, with the
       bright green gold of his odd colored eyes. Hard hard life, aye
       missy?" he didn't turn to her only sipped upon the small shot
       glass of water that had been slid down to him. "I think this day
       and age, someone working the club might be want to be thankful
       compared to those working railroad." He chuckled to himself
       before sipping again, " then again I'm not here to judge.." He
       almost knew he had seen the young lass before, perhaps she was
       part of the family, maybe that was where, but the client, they
       came and went.. he never cared to consciously remember faces.
       #Post#: 209597--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: June 20, 2012, 8:57 am
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       Just as she finished her second drink and ordered a Bourbon, a
       young man's voice was directing a question at her. Not turning
       to look at him just yet, she pulled a long French cigarette
       holder from her cleavage and winked at the bartender as his eyes
       widened. Only after a few pulls of smoke did she address the
       stranger, her black eyes boring into his strikingly contrasting
       ones. "Well let's see," she mused, her silky French accent
       dripping with sarcasm. "Work a mostly honest job, with steady
       pay, the only downside being that it's a dirty job, or work as a
       club whore, letting even dirtier eyes mentally undress you day
       in and day out, hoping you'll fall from grace and they'll get to
       do a lot more than mentally undress you when you know you could
       tear them limb from limb without breaking a sweat. Yes, who's
       the one with the worse job?"
       Her eyebrow hitched up and a smirk crossed her painted lips when
       she finished speaking, taking note of how the men behind her had
       suddenly looked away and asked for the check. Extending a hand,
       she murmured, "My name is Delphine. And who might you be,
       Irishman?" The small gun tucked into her thigh grazed her skin,
       and she casually scanned the room for trouble before returning
       her seductive gaze to the man beside her. Turning her whole body
       to face him, she crossed her legs and leaned back slightly,
       relaxing at last as the alcohol worked it's way through her
       bloodstream. It was impossible for her to get drunk, but
       relaxing was always nice. Feeling eyes on her, she looked from
       her peripheral vision to see the bartender eyeing her exposed
       skin now that she had crossed her legs. Without even blinking,
       she groaned slightly, purring, "My, this is really starting to
       get uncomfortable," before yanking both guns from her leggings
       and setting them on the table with an audible thud. And, just
       like she had hoped, the bartender gulped and returned to
       cleaning glasses. Winking at the stranger, she waited for his
       response to what had just occurred.
       #Post#: 209602--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Lyon
       Date: June 20, 2012, 10:18 am
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       Lyon couldn't help but to raise an eye brow at her clever word
       play. "my my aren't you clever and pretty, lass." He said with a
       chuckle before placing the empty glass of water upon the bar
       table. She was right however. The way she said it was correct,
       she was technically a whore with an edge and the others picked
       up coal, or moved the hammer along the rails of the railroad.
       "Ill actually admit my defeat, ya got me, not something many get
       the chance to say" He winked at her right as she spoke her name.
       In its own way it came off the tongue in the most delicate way
       especially as his irish tone toyed with it as he repeated it to
       her. "such a pretty name I have to say... I go by Lyon..." He
       nodded to her, but couldn't help but pay more attention to her
       provocative clothing, the way her thighs rubbed together, it
       left little for him to imagine, though made it hard not to in
       the same gaze. Still she had an edge he hadn't quite expected,
       as she lay the guns on the table and relaxed more into her seat.
       " well if we are getting comfortable, I suppose..." he chuckled
       and then took to handling his guns on the inside of his jacket,
       he took them out and lay them next to hers. " since we are being
       so formal now toots, its only right." he chuckled and then
       leaned back as he watched the bar clear all except for the two.
       Just then a more hip song came across the player, and He turned
       to meet her eyes swinging in his stool almost like some child.
       The first time he really looked her up and down, not really
       caring of consequence. "So last I knew a whore doesn't get a gun
       to protect herself, so I'm going to assume thats probably the
       reason your not trying to ride me right now." he shook his head
       then took another sip as the chorus started to play for the song
       that had just started. " so since, your not really doing
       anything..." he trailed of before shooting off his stool and
       grasping her hand he tugged her forward and shimmied his way
       over to the dance floor leading her past the crowd, he hoped
       shed catch on as he raised his hand to try and twirl her as the
       song hit the perfect hype point. " dance with me." he said past
       a raised eye brow.
       #Post#: 209607--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: June 20, 2012, 11:43 am
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       "Well, Tiger, get used to it. I like winning." A soft chuckle
       escaped her lips at her own line, and she rolled her eyes before
       looking at him again. It was odd, she couldn't seem to keep her
       eyes off him. This in itself irked her, as she disliked the
       annoyances that came with schoolgirl infatuations. Bristling
       internally, she begrudgingly looked back at the sound of
       scraping chairs and blinked in surprise to see the empty club,
       before quickly turning back to him to find the guns also
       deposited on the table alongside hers. Leaning down to get a
       closer look, she oohed and ahhed at the guns for a moment before
       remembering the man. A deep blush swept across her face and she
       shrugged, not offering a defense of her interest in weaponry. As
       the music started and Lyon gently tugged her out of her seat,
       she was caught off guard for only a moment before regaining
       composure.
       Pulling free from his grasp, she swaggered up to the band
       ordered the song be changed. A knowing smile crossed the
       singer's lips and after addressing the rest of the band a sexy
       tango started up. Dancing up to her partner, Delphine pulled him
       into it with ease. "Let's hope you can keep up, hmm," she purred
       in his ear, their bodies close, and radiating heat from one
       another. The young assassin's nerves danced with electricity,
       and for the time being she allowed herself to get lost in the
       music.
       #Post#: 209621--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Lyon
       Date: June 20, 2012, 12:25 pm
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       Things went from hot to on fire in about .5 flat. She used her
       manipulative eyes and the seductive voice to change the song,
       and Lyon could only shake his head before the presence of her
       gentle hand met his own and he brought the bright green cat like
       gold of his eyes to meet her own and smiled. " why is it that I
       somehow think you might remember me from somewhere?" He asked,
       while dipping her and sliding her her down between his spread
       legs, before pulling her back up to face him and spin her.. " I
       don't see there being much problem keeping up for myself, least
       not in these... activities." he winked and flashed her a smile,
       passing a kiss to trail along her throat and breathing as he
       held her close and danced to he side with her in tow.
       The music even then began to hype up more and his feet began
       their own rhythm, he twister her so that the perfect curve that
       rested at her rear might run against him and his left hand
       caressed along her waits holding her, as his right held her
       other hand over her shoulder, his slight stubble of orangish
       ginger colored hair against the crook of her neck.. " so then
       You like your guns, what role do you really play at this place,
       Im a hit man so iv got no room to judge anyone." he kissed her
       neck again resting there for a minute and then twirled her again
       so that she might face him, her chin just shy of his own as eyes
       crossed perfectly. "Not to mention, I think we scared the
       masses." he looked around and smiled with another wink as it was
       only the bar boy and themselves. The mob might not have been
       very happy but wasn't much to be said considering they still
       owed him.
       #Post#: 209643--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: June 20, 2012, 1:16 pm
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       "That's good to hear.... I like a man with stamina.." Grinning,
       Delphine continued dancing until feeling lips on her neck which
       elicited a gasped from her. Suddenly she felt much warmer, and
       very much turned on. Even so, she attempted to show no outward
       signs of her feelings, and focused on out-dancing this
       fascinating stranger. At the question of her real role in the
       club, which comically came as a slower, more romantic song came
       on, she leaned in closer to him, her lips on the soft skin of
       his ear. "I'm... A guard kitty, I suppose. A distraction for the
       police. And if that doesn't work, I can always use my black
       widow talents as needed." Staying close to him now, her eyes
       poured over the shadows, and out onto the street. No one seemed
       to be looking for her at the moment, and she breathed a quiet
       sigh of relief. Having a day off was nice, and she had a feeling
       she would be spending much more time with Lyon.
       The song ended, and the band began to pack up. Pulling a pocket
       watch from a nearly invisible fold in her otherwise tight dress,
       she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "It seems we've spent the
       night away. Not to be forward, mostly just honest, since
       everything else is probably closed, would you like to come over
       for a cup of coffee? Maybe get to know each other better than on
       the dance floor? It's not a far walk." Pointing upward to the
       second floor, she nodded as if to emphasize the closeness. While
       she was lucky to have such a nice place to live, the dark
       reality was that the living situation was intentional, just
       another way for the boss man to keep tabs on her. Without
       waiting for an answer she could already guess, Delphine turned
       on her heels and opened a small door in the corner of the room,
       leading to an even smaller staircase.
       #Post#: 209671--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Lyon
       Date: June 20, 2012, 1:52 pm
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       The dance ended and the clutter of the guys packing up their
       equipment filled the hollow dance hall. Their hands separated
       and some of the lights shut down before he met her eyes again,
       he could of course tell she was the same as him, pretty well
       excited and turned on by this point. Honestly beholding a girl
       like her, she was just stunning, a true Lady, not one that
       belonged in a whore house, rather one that might be running
       one.. Something about destiny told him that much.. "Ahh lass I
       can not think of any way better than spending my night, though I
       half expected you might ask me to tea." he chuckled and stuck
       out his pinky in a sarcastic manner before following her through
       the door and up the narrow span of stairs.
       Lyon followed the slight spiral of the stairs, but as he passed
       by her, his hand lingered along the back of her thigh, before
       her ass and then a little slap as they emerged into the floor
       above, He turned to smile at her and winked. " come on come on
       guess ya need to show me around toots." normally he might have
       been more reluctant about leaving the guns on the table, but..
       well... He looked her up and down before following her (leaving
       you opportunity to describe the room) thought about the guns for
       a moment, and then.. shrugged...
       " Meh.. Fuck it.. haha" following her..
       #Post#: 210041--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Sabby
       Date: June 20, 2012, 6:48 pm
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       Arriving at the top of the spiral staircase, Delphine surveyed
       her living space with a disdainful expression. She had forgotten
       to clean, so the room was slightly cluttered. An impressive
       array of guns and daggers lined the velvet walls, and the only
       suitable sitting surface being a king-size futon. Although clean
       the room was cute, the clothes and books scattered over
       everything took away from the image. Pursing her lips, she raked
       a hand through her long hair, simultaneously dragging it out of
       it's ties as it fell down around the middle of her back. She
       risked a glance at Lyon, who didn't seem too perturbed by the
       state of the room. Feeling much more herself out of the actual
       club, she pointed at the futon and looked at Lyon. "Sit. I'm
       making coffee. Or tea.... Maybe both. Or we could skip the
       coffee crap and see just how well you keep your promise about
       keeping up?" Smiling, she balanced on a pile of books, crossing
       her ankles and waiting to see what he would say.
       #Post#: 210302--------------------------------------------------
       Re: 1920's RP
   DIR By: Lyon
       Date: June 20, 2012, 9:23 pm
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       The room was actually pretty cute in its own way, it was roomy
       yet secretive, but to be quite honest he could give a damn less
       about the room, it could be a closet and he really wouldn't
       care. Lyon watched as she paced around and then even commanded
       him to sit upon her bed as she served him one way or the other,
       it was a proposal in which he hardly had to think. "Eh... pretty
       sure I can do without coffee, or even.. " ~sticks his pinky out
       playfully~ " tea.." He chuckled then and then stepped his way
       over to her, peeling off his suit jacket and tossing it over a
       desk chair. " oh and.. uh.. you sit." He said with a coy after
       tone then took her hand and flung her to the bed. He crawled
       next to her after and leaned down over her with that same smile
       " what did ya have in mind Lass?" a wink in her direction and
       his hand ran along her chin, as the after party fun started
       downstairs.. he looked back at her and just shook his head
       chuckling "they're having a good night it seems, but well toots
       so are we.." with that he rested more against her and without
       asking or pushing he lay thin perfect lips against her own, so
       whats the discussion? we were having?" ;)
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