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Mobile, uninspired post. Might be a bit crappy.
The club was full of jazz. A soft voice, and trumpets of a sax, and the ring of a piano filled the dim air, the anthem of the fifties. Many voices whispered among the music, speaking of politics and life, drawling lazily through the bar as an accompaniment of sips and sighs sang from the drunkards just below the stage. The stools at the bar were mostly full of chatters, pretty ladies in evening gowns and men clad in suits and shining shoes. She was among them.
Sitting daintily on one of the many bar stools was a familiar, dark-haired dame. She was elegant, head raised as smoke slipped from her parted lips and filled the dark air of the club, and a drink of similar elegance was currently being swirled in her left hand. Mimi Keller was alone for once, alone and thinking deeply, a rare thing to see in public. She had arrived at the bar only thirty minutes earlier, looking out for a certain someone, but it seemed that her intel was incorrect. They were no where to be found.
'Ah well,' her mind whispered as she took a small sip of her drink, 'maybe he's just a bit late... Or he's not coming at all. Ugh!' Mimi nearly bit her tongue at the pessimistic thought, feeling both annoyed and impatient at the thought of not getting paid. She rose her right hand, taking a long draw from her cigarette holder, and then returned her stare to the door. People came in slowly, one after another as the doorman probably assessed them before allowing them to enter, and she counted each fedora-clad man and evening dresses woman until something familiar entered her vision.
'The Lombardi kid, how queer, what's he doing here?'
She polished off her drink and followed the man with her eyes, watching curiously as he vanished backstage. The thought to follow him came and went quickly, just as unfamiliar hands clutched her shoulders. Mimi turned quickly, eyes narrowed into two dark slits as she glared at the side grin-wearing man that dared to touch her. But, as fate had prepared, this was anything but a problem. It was her target, a Mister Robert Saddie, husband of the late Mrs. Saddie and father of Gloria Saddie, her current employer. The young woman had only one request for Mimi; to kill this fucker before he ruins another woman's life. She was not told much about the death of Mrs. Saddie, the only thing she knew of was that her death was a suicide.
"Hello, beautiful. Can I make you company?" The man said in a deep voice, drawing circles with his thumb as Mimi smirked, sighing in another smoke filled breath and releasing it through rounded lips. She drew away from his hands and stood, stamping out the cigarette on the bar before leaning forward, red lips parted in a dazzling, fake smile,
"Oh yes, sir, but give me a moment. I have a few things to attend too." She tapped her nose and lips, and then sashayed towards the restroom, slipping into the dimly lit women's bath. A mirror, lit by round bulbs, showed off Mimi's face and gown easily, but she wasn't there to fix herself up. Instead, she reached into her small bag, pulling out a vial of liquid. Antidote, an easily gotten solution thanks to her apothecary-running mother. She took a long swig of the medicine, wincing at the bitter taste, and then she returned it to the bag and pulled out instead a lipstick tube. It was a sharp red color, almost blindingly so, and as she applied it to her first coat Mimi instantly felt a slight sting. It was drugged lipstick, poisonous, one that works slowly but surely. While she wasn't exactly book smart, Mimi was rather good with medicines and drinks, so infusing some arsenic or lye into her lipstick wasn't exactly an issue. Finally ready for her kiss of death, she grinned, posed, and then strode back out into the club, easily finding and capturing Mr. Saddie with her playful hands. They talked lightly, with Mimi mostly listening to Saddie talk about his job and money and recent lose. They spoke and spoke and spoke until finally, Mimi leaned in, eyeing him seductively, and their lips met.
It was a kiss made by professional heart breakers, quick and passionate and fake. Mimi felt her lips break into a smirk at the sight of him licking the redness from his lips, and as he leaned in for another peck she stood, rubbing her lips furiously with the back of her hand,
"Thank you for the drink, Robert, but I really must be off. Appointments and such, you know the deal," she eyed him curiously, noting his sudden sleepy expression cheerily, "perhaps I'll see you around, though. Ta-ta, love!" She blew him a kiss and walked away swiftly, ignoring his sudden whine of confusion and anger. Didn't need to be at the crime scene, didn't need to get caught now. She walked briskly out of the club and into the smoggy New York night, where she easily sought out a pay phone. One turn, two turns, three...
"Gloria? Yeah, it's me. Got your dad, he's good as dead now... I'm expecting my money tomorrow... Yeah my apartment... Thanks, pleasure doing business. Night." She spoke quickly in a hushed whisper, glancing around excitedly as the bright city bustle surrounded her. The woman on the other end sounded tired, tired and glad. Mimi felt the same, though she still had a little bit of business left for the night. The odd appearance and disappearance of the Lombardi son had caught her interest. Might as well loiter a bit, say hi if he passes again, get some more information on these damn mafia families. Easy peasy.
Sitting daintily on one of the many bar stools was a familiar, dark-haired dame. She was elegant, head raised as smoke slipped from her parted lips and filled the dark air of the club, and a drink of similar elegance was currently being swirled in her left hand. Mimi Keller was alone for once, alone and thinking deeply, a rare thing to see in public. She had arrived at the bar only thirty minutes earlier, looking out for a certain someone, but it seemed that her intel was incorrect. They were no where to be found.
'Ah well,' her mind whispered as she took a small sip of her drink, 'maybe he's just a bit late... Or he's not coming at all. Ugh!' Mimi nearly bit her tongue at the pessimistic thought, feeling both annoyed and impatient at the thought of not getting paid. She rose her right hand, taking a long draw from her cigarette holder, and then returned her stare to the door. People came in slowly, one after another as the doorman probably assessed them before allowing them to enter, and she counted each fedora-clad man and evening dresses woman until something familiar entered her vision.
'The Lombardi kid, how queer, what's he doing here?'
She polished off her drink and followed the man with her eyes, watching curiously as he vanished backstage. The thought to follow him came and went quickly, just as unfamiliar hands clutched her shoulders. Mimi turned quickly, eyes narrowed into two dark slits as she glared at the side grin-wearing man that dared to touch her. But, as fate had prepared, this was anything but a problem. It was her target, a Mister Robert Saddie, husband of the late Mrs. Saddie and father of Gloria Saddie, her current employer. The young woman had only one request for Mimi; to kill this fucker before he ruins another woman's life. She was not told much about the death of Mrs. Saddie, the only thing she knew of was that her death was a suicide.
"Hello, beautiful. Can I make you company?" The man said in a deep voice, drawing circles with his thumb as Mimi smirked, sighing in another smoke filled breath and releasing it through rounded lips. She drew away from his hands and stood, stamping out the cigarette on the bar before leaning forward, red lips parted in a dazzling, fake smile,
"Oh yes, sir, but give me a moment. I have a few things to attend too." She tapped her nose and lips, and then sashayed towards the restroom, slipping into the dimly lit women's bath. A mirror, lit by round bulbs, showed off Mimi's face and gown easily, but she wasn't there to fix herself up. Instead, she reached into her small bag, pulling out a vial of liquid. Antidote, an easily gotten solution thanks to her apothecary-running mother. She took a long swig of the medicine, wincing at the bitter taste, and then she returned it to the bag and pulled out instead a lipstick tube. It was a sharp red color, almost blindingly so, and as she applied it to her first coat Mimi instantly felt a slight sting. It was drugged lipstick, poisonous, one that works slowly but surely. While she wasn't exactly book smart, Mimi was rather good with medicines and drinks, so infusing some arsenic or lye into her lipstick wasn't exactly an issue. Finally ready for her kiss of death, she grinned, posed, and then strode back out into the club, easily finding and capturing Mr. Saddie with her playful hands. They talked lightly, with Mimi mostly listening to Saddie talk about his job and money and recent lose. They spoke and spoke and spoke until finally, Mimi leaned in, eyeing him seductively, and their lips met.
It was a kiss made by professional heart breakers, quick and passionate and fake. Mimi felt her lips break into a smirk at the sight of him licking the redness from his lips, and as he leaned in for another peck she stood, rubbing her lips furiously with the back of her hand,
"Thank you for the drink, Robert, but I really must be off. Appointments and such, you know the deal," she eyed him curiously, noting his sudden sleepy expression cheerily, "perhaps I'll see you around, though. Ta-ta, love!" She blew him a kiss and walked away swiftly, ignoring his sudden whine of confusion and anger. Didn't need to be at the crime scene, didn't need to get caught now. She walked briskly out of the club and into the smoggy New York night, where she easily sought out a pay phone. One turn, two turns, three...
"Gloria? Yeah, it's me. Got your dad, he's good as dead now... I'm expecting my money tomorrow... Yeah my apartment... Thanks, pleasure doing business. Night." She spoke quickly in a hushed whisper, glancing around excitedly as the bright city bustle surrounded her. The woman on the other end sounded tired, tired and glad. Mimi felt the same, though she still had a little bit of business left for the night. The odd appearance and disappearance of the Lombardi son had caught her interest. Might as well loiter a bit, say hi if he passes again, get some more information on these damn mafia families. Easy peasy.
Eastern Standard Time brah
shitty post, really tired from choir and musical stuff kill me~ hope everyone else is doing good though
As Kaya lost herself the off-not music, Kimbal was busy greeting everyone. Alex was the first to enter that he knew, the young, accented lad whom Kimbal had taken an easy liking to. He, like Kaya, was a musician, and of course had his share of sadness like the rest of them. A natural black sheep. Kimbal greeted him with a wide smile and a short hello, listening idly to the boy's Russian-filled voice before sitting back, head lowered for a moment of thought as Alex asked how he was.
"Indifferent and cheerful, as always," he smiled his signature smile, leaning forward as Alex sat across from him, "what about you? Feeling okay?"
On stage, Kaya was swaying to and fro, though hunger was slowing her work down. A constant growl from her stomach continued to interrupt her thought pattern, and her fingers trembled with the anxiety that always came when she even saw anything that could be devoured. The tin can at the edge of the stage was fuller than before, at least by fifty cents, and the clouds that had threatened to cover the earth in frozen whiteness had just opened up, allowing the flakes to slowly drift down passed the cafe window and onto the cement just out of view. The lunch crowd seemed to be dispersing, probably ready to return to work or home with their now full stomachs, and as more and more people left Kaya began to feel her playing was rather pointless.
She stopped mid-song, dark eyes raising to scan the restaurant while her fingers reached up to curl in her curly hair. She smiled at the table where Kimbal and Alex sat, and continued to frown at the rest, especially the suited pair at the far left table, near the backdoor. Possible politicians, or landlords, or whoever else would want to wear suits to such a shitty part of town. The rest of the cafe was as it always was, mostly empty, comfortably warm, and glowing in the cloud-covered sunshine. She slowly stood from the piano stool, crouching to grab her jacket and whatever money had been left in the tin, and then jumped from the stage, striding over to the table with her head high, just as another figure arrived at the table. Mississippi Lowe, the cutie waitress and neighbor that Kaya always liked to look at. She glanced at the table for a moment, then turned and dragged over an extra chair, grinning sweetly as she poked Missi's side to get her attention,
"Heeelloo patrons of the Life Cafe!" She greeted loudly, pulling the chair up behind Missi while she hooked the spare with her foot, dragging it forward and sitting quickly. Kimbal smiled at her, pushing the bowl of soup and coffee forward while he took his own food to his face, eating quickly.
"Give me all the lovely food, M.L., I'll eat anything you bring out!" He waved towards the kitchen, a small, awkward gesture of thanks, and then he returned to the grilled cheese, dunking it viciously in the tomato soup as Kaya watched on with disgust. She lowered her eyes towards the amber-colored liquid before her, mouth twitching with discomfort before she pulled the coffee forward, taking a small sip. The warmth of the drink quickly dispelled any remaining cold that tainted her body and she sat back, a small smile gracing her face. Kimbal watched out of the corner of his eye, eyebrows furrowed slightly, but instead of complaining he continued to eat and drink.
Kaya sat up slowly, smiling at Alex and Missi as she glanced over their current appearances. Alex was as he always was, pale, skinny, and guitar-clad, but perhaps his skin was a bit... Too white. He looked ghost like, as if he had just woken from a bad dream, or perhaps he had a cold. Her hands clasped together, fingers interlocking tightly as she stared at him for a long while, before finally turning to examine Missi. The pretty, short-haired waitress was shaking, but not from cold it seemed. Kaya normally got those kind of shivers when she was hungry, or craving that... Perhaps...
"Hey, lil' Missi~" she rose her voice to grab the girl's attention, and then she pushed the still-warm soup and a spoon towards the other girl, "I'm not hungry, you can have this, kay?" Kaya took another sip of coffee and grinned before turning to Kimbal, making dough eyes while he seemed to grumble angrily for a moment.
"I'm good with coffee, baby. You worry too much~." She leaned forward to pap the man on the nose before sitting back, letting out a loud whine,
"Anyway, what should we do tonight? I'm free from work, and I don't wanna be cooped up at home. Any suggestions?"
"Indifferent and cheerful, as always," he smiled his signature smile, leaning forward as Alex sat across from him, "what about you? Feeling okay?"
On stage, Kaya was swaying to and fro, though hunger was slowing her work down. A constant growl from her stomach continued to interrupt her thought pattern, and her fingers trembled with the anxiety that always came when she even saw anything that could be devoured. The tin can at the edge of the stage was fuller than before, at least by fifty cents, and the clouds that had threatened to cover the earth in frozen whiteness had just opened up, allowing the flakes to slowly drift down passed the cafe window and onto the cement just out of view. The lunch crowd seemed to be dispersing, probably ready to return to work or home with their now full stomachs, and as more and more people left Kaya began to feel her playing was rather pointless.
She stopped mid-song, dark eyes raising to scan the restaurant while her fingers reached up to curl in her curly hair. She smiled at the table where Kimbal and Alex sat, and continued to frown at the rest, especially the suited pair at the far left table, near the backdoor. Possible politicians, or landlords, or whoever else would want to wear suits to such a shitty part of town. The rest of the cafe was as it always was, mostly empty, comfortably warm, and glowing in the cloud-covered sunshine. She slowly stood from the piano stool, crouching to grab her jacket and whatever money had been left in the tin, and then jumped from the stage, striding over to the table with her head high, just as another figure arrived at the table. Mississippi Lowe, the cutie waitress and neighbor that Kaya always liked to look at. She glanced at the table for a moment, then turned and dragged over an extra chair, grinning sweetly as she poked Missi's side to get her attention,
"Heeelloo patrons of the Life Cafe!" She greeted loudly, pulling the chair up behind Missi while she hooked the spare with her foot, dragging it forward and sitting quickly. Kimbal smiled at her, pushing the bowl of soup and coffee forward while he took his own food to his face, eating quickly.
"Give me all the lovely food, M.L., I'll eat anything you bring out!" He waved towards the kitchen, a small, awkward gesture of thanks, and then he returned to the grilled cheese, dunking it viciously in the tomato soup as Kaya watched on with disgust. She lowered her eyes towards the amber-colored liquid before her, mouth twitching with discomfort before she pulled the coffee forward, taking a small sip. The warmth of the drink quickly dispelled any remaining cold that tainted her body and she sat back, a small smile gracing her face. Kimbal watched out of the corner of his eye, eyebrows furrowed slightly, but instead of complaining he continued to eat and drink.
Kaya sat up slowly, smiling at Alex and Missi as she glanced over their current appearances. Alex was as he always was, pale, skinny, and guitar-clad, but perhaps his skin was a bit... Too white. He looked ghost like, as if he had just woken from a bad dream, or perhaps he had a cold. Her hands clasped together, fingers interlocking tightly as she stared at him for a long while, before finally turning to examine Missi. The pretty, short-haired waitress was shaking, but not from cold it seemed. Kaya normally got those kind of shivers when she was hungry, or craving that... Perhaps...
"Hey, lil' Missi~" she rose her voice to grab the girl's attention, and then she pushed the still-warm soup and a spoon towards the other girl, "I'm not hungry, you can have this, kay?" Kaya took another sip of coffee and grinned before turning to Kimbal, making dough eyes while he seemed to grumble angrily for a moment.
"I'm good with coffee, baby. You worry too much~." She leaned forward to pap the man on the nose before sitting back, letting out a loud whine,
"Anyway, what should we do tonight? I'm free from work, and I don't wanna be cooped up at home. Any suggestions?"
Jangel13 said
Since your charger seems yui be a skilled liar and mischievous plus assassin my family would you worked for us at some point in time and my character might actually like her :)
Alright, they'd be acquainted it seems. Mimi might flirt around a bit for a raise 0;
This might jazz up the OOC a bit. Aheemm
Would anyone like to discuss pre-game relationships? Perhaps there are a few folks who know Mimi/ worked with Mimi before the events f the game. If that's the case we can work out a sort of friendship/rivalry/romance to fill up time before the rp starts
Would anyone like to discuss pre-game relationships? Perhaps there are a few folks who know Mimi/ worked with Mimi before the events f the game. If that's the case we can work out a sort of friendship/rivalry/romance to fill up time before the rp starts
@Roxx
Oooooops I'll fix that when I have access to a PC. Again, rehashing an old zombie game character. Guess it took place in Atlanta. I'll edit accordingly soon~
Oooooops I'll fix that when I have access to a PC. Again, rehashing an old zombie game character. Guess it took place in Atlanta. I'll edit accordingly soon~
Aight that's cool
I'll be working on a post either tonight or tomorrow depends on how long rehearsals run
I'll be working on a post either tonight or tomorrow depends on how long rehearsals run
Reusing old zombie rp character, hope it's okay! I did the bio in bullet points cause I could not form anymore coherent paragraphs for the night, I'll fix it in the morning if you need me too.
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