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Current Just got back after being grounded! Haha oopsies~
8 yrs ago
That moment that you realize just how much you love your best friend and you think about what you would do to just dance with her just once...and then you remember...she's straight.
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Are you open to an original RP? As in, not a fandom?


I'm very sorry for such a huge delay (I got grounded >.<). And yes I'd be very interested in an original rp, if you have an idea.
Bump!!
@Mr Allen J

I'm so sorry for the delay!! I've been in an airplane for forever. I just posted my reply though.
Vanessa "Vegas" Daniels



Vanessa hummed a soft chuckle. "No, this place isn't the nicest but, at least, it is a place where we can be discreet and the other patrons will respect it." She had met with people enough in this particular bar to know most of those in it on a regular basis and enough for them to know her. They had a certain amount of respect for each other by this point and that meant one not double crossing the other without there being a very good reason.

The smirk still clear as day, Vanessa not so subtly checked out the young woman sitting across from her, both in the inappropriate and appropriate. Her face was quite attractive, though that's not what really caught her attention. She would be lying if she said she hadn't almost immediately noticed the woman curve. It was a bit difficult to really see with her clothes in the way but Vanessa had quite the trained eye.

"Olivia," she murmured under her breath, her eyes returning to the young woman's face. It was a fitting name for her.

She looked down at the photo, frowning deeply. She knew that man, better than she'd like too at that. He was in cahoots with the small group that tried to bring her down a little while back. Hell, he even had the nerve to try and fight her before turning tail. Vanessa sat up and lift the picture off the table with her thumb and forefinger, a look of disgust. Small flecks of light seemed to begin to fall from the fingers holding the photo.

"Interesting..." she murmured, leaning back in her seat and placing the corner of the photo in between her teeth as she watched Olivia. So, after killing one of her closest men, he went off and killed the friend of the girl sitting in front of her, both for reasons unknown. It was a strange situation to say the least.

When Olivia finished speaking, Vanessa watched her for a long moment in silence.

"You know," she said softly, "this man is also responsible for the death of a very close...partner of mine. From the sounds of it, he killed your friend just after killing mine..." She pause, the edges of the photo singed and curling with a growing blackness as she tossed it back on the table. "Alright, here's the deal, love. We both want this man found and preferable have his head on a silver platter, correct? And you seem desperate enough to be willing to pay for any amount of information, so I'll cut you a nice little deal. We help each other in this hunt and in the kill but, instead of money, I get you for at the very least twelve hours. Preferable a bed would be involved but, if you don't swing that way, I'd be more than happy with a date." She flashed Olivia a charming smile and winked.
Vanessa "Vegas" Daniels



Sometimes, it's better to simply knock out the rich daughter before you kidnap her rather than after. A lesson Vanessa was forced to learn yet again for what must have been the hundredth time.

The girl sat next to the dark haired young woman, going on and on about how her father had 'wronged' her in some way or another. Originally, Vanessa had intended on questioning the girl about her father's business and why he had been neglecting to pay the money he owed, though it had quickly turned into the pathetic sob story of a bratty teenage girl. Looking back on it, Vanessa supposed there had been no hope in getting of use out of the teen in the first place. To say that she had been looking forward to the meeting she had scheduled would have been both an understatement and an exaggeration. She rarely looked forward to meeting with those who claimed to need her assistance in anyway, shape, or form.

"Sorry, to cut our little chat short," she said with a coy smile as the driver stepped out and open Vanessa's door for her, sharply cutting off another story, "but it appears we have arrived. Perhaps we will meet again." With that, she slipped out of the car and the smile vanished in an instant. She straightened her long, dark coat and ran a hand through her dark curls. "See that she is placed somewhere far away from me. If I have to listen to her whining for another second, I'm going to-"

"I understand, madam. There is no need for violence so early. I will handle the ransom but please try to keep your head for this meeting," said the driver, Johnathan. He assisted Vanessa fairly often and knew her temperaments better than even her sometimes. She often likened him to Batman's butler, Alfred, though Johnathan still had hair.

Sighing softly, Vanessa straightened and nodded. "I will, John. Finish with the girl as quickly as possible. I should be done in about half an hour but it may take any amount of time," she ordered, striding into the bar.

Vanessa ignored the looks she received, fully knowing that the sober enough half would know her and the drunk enough half would try to touch her as she passed. Yet, somehow, she glided calmly through the crowd, avoiding hands with ease. She made her way to the back booth, eyeing what she could see of the occupant as she approached. From what she could see, she was young and pretty. A smirk played across her dark red lips as she slipped into the booth.

"So, I take it you're may date for the night. How sweet of you," she cooed, crossing one leg over the other and placing a small, brass pin on the table. Engraved on the pin was an ace of spades with a stylized 'V' seemingly trapped within the spades. The symbol of her gang and, more importantly, the emblem of Vegas.
@Mr Allen J Alright! No rush!
@Mr Allen J Would you mind doing the first one?
@Mr Allen J Yeah, that sounds cool! Welcome to the Bad Ass Bar: Bar for the Baddest of Asses
@Mr Allen J Well, I think you said that Olivia would be going to Vanessa for help in kill a villainous villain. So, either we can start with Olivia getting into Vanessa's base of operation to ask for help or we can start with Vanessa calling Olivia to ask a favor and, in return, Olivia asks Vanessa's help in killing the terrible terrorist. I don't know, just sort of off the top of my head.
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