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On the Streets

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Metalheart

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On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Mike wasn't in his usual spot, the alleyway behind the arcade, when she got there, so she figured he had already gone back to the VA shelter. Sighing to herself, Liz just kept on walking. By the time she was at the end of Carver Street, she had come across a bar of sorts. Really it was just some kind of seedy looking club, the place some were looking to go for a bit of action.

The only reason Liz was here, she was thirsty and that was all.

Walking into the club was like being blindsided. Nothing but the sordid sort, prostitutes, strippers, and hustlers, all dwelling within this den of vice. Hell, the place even smelled like sex.

"Vodka on the rocks." She said to the bartender, a tattooed biker chick who gave her a hungry look with a toothy grin. She paid for her drink. About that time Liz had caught someone's eye, one of the other whores, a slightly older brunette with curvaceous hips.

"Hey cutie~" She purred swaying her hips, sauntering towards Liz's direction. Liz paid her no mind, eyes front towards the bar while she downed her vodka. "I'm Selene. You looking to have a good time, baby?"@Carlsberg

Liz shook her head, muttering indifferent, "Actually I'm just looking for a friend." She was thirsty, that much was true, but she was also wondering if this was where Jen had gone all the time.

"Awww poor baby~" The woman cooed inching closer to Liz. Then, she put her hand on the girl's thigh, stroking her rather lustful. "I'll be your friend, sweetie. You and me can have so much fun together~"

"Hey fuck off!" Liz growled shoving her away, a few surprised gasps erupting. "Why can't I just finish my fucking drink?"

The woman glared at her, turning her nose up at Liz and leaving. Liz just flipped her off and downed the last drop of her vodka.

But...when she got up to leave...she spotted her in the crowd...Jennifer.

She would've called to her, would've said hi, but...Jen was too preoccupied with another client it seemed. She just sighed, hoping Jen didn't see her as Liz left the club and went back to the park to sleep.

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"Hey punk. Get your ass up."

Liz's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred somewhat. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and blinking a few times, again the man's harsh tone assaulting her ears. "Did you not hear me? Move along or I'll have you hauled in. This is city property. You can't sleep here." Cops, the both of them, big burly looking guys, one already with his baton out.

Liz looked at them a moment, flinching slightly towards their intimidating presence, then got off the bench she was sleeping on, silently walking away. "We better not catch you here again!" They hollered after her, Liz ignoring them.

Fuck....so this is how her day was gonna go.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Liz smiled, her blue eyes seeming to shimmer,even in the dimness of the old apartment. "Yeah, me neither really." She replied. "Plus, I think I'd rather be friends with you than anyone else. You're a really great girl." One final kiss before she left, a gentle, lingering touch of her lips to Jen's before parting. "Try not to have too much fun, you naughty thing. Bye."

And with that, she grabbed up her bag and guitar and left the apartment....and left Jen to be taken by the night.

Chapter 2: Bondage

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Another day beginning in the city, and she felt as though nothing had changed, well...except for one thing.

She had met someone, and pretty much slept with them too, a beautiful girl who gave her a night, a memory she would never forget nor forsake. The more Liz thought about it, that wonderful evening, the two of them entangled together in such a passionate heat, the more it made her tingle inside with an exciting chill. It wasn't just the sex that was great to her, it was everything. Tenderly her finger traced across her lips, remembering all those kisses Jen gave her, how warm they felt, how sweet they tasted upon her lips.

But to think, tonight, some other girl would be getting those kisses, getting to hold that body and do whatever they wished to her...for the right price. Even so...she said she liked it better with me. Liz thought, a sigh as she continued through the empty street, lugging her guitar on her back. Jen...she couldn't stop thinking about her. She could close her eyes and still...she could see that warm smile, those captivating eyes gazing into her own with such a frisky, affectionate expression. Is this how she was with every girl that fucked her? Or...was it just Liz? She didn't want to think that tonight Jen would be sleeping with some other girl, but she couldn't stop her from doing such. It was...her job after all.

But then again....did Jennifer even enjoy it?

Gang RP: The Rise

*Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!

Immediately, the red headed Russian woman was jarred awake by the buzzing of her alarm clock, her eyes flickering open and a hand shooting forth to silence it. Some wake-up call that was she thought.

She glanced about, bleary eyed for a moment from her rude awakening, allowing her vision to adjust with a few sporadic blinks of her emerald greens. She stretched and released from her lungs a rather...silent yawn, merely miming the action with a breath of air exhaled, but no voice to accompany such. That might've been a perk to the young and stunningly beautiful woman who laid next to her, the covers of their bed immodestly covering her, and more or less accentuating her lovely figure, her subtle curvature, only clothed in a slightly frayed black tank top and a pair of panties to match, her auburn locks of voluminous hair tousled about from what the Russian presumed...was a wonderful night of rest. She could lay there for hours and admire the woman to her side, but as it was by that sound, she had work to do.

Anna leaned forward ever so carefully to Veronika's lovely slumbering face and left one last parting kiss upon her tender cheek before straggling out of bed, the light touch of her lips eliciting a hushed, incoherent whisper from the girl, gently turning over and greeting Anna with a soft, sleepy smile, those amber colored eyes she adored so much gazing at her longingly, "You're leaving so soon?"

A sigh exhaled, Anna nodded and struck her pajamas, consisting only of an old faded Iron Maiden T, a few holes and tears here and there, and slipped on her black training bra while sitting beside the bed. "The boss wanted me to come in early. Said it was urgent." She signed. Veronika sighed, her arms encircling the red head from behind, a tender embrace with her lips leaving tender, little kisses up and down the back of Anna's neck. "Baby, don't go..." The brunette begged her, not even budging once to let Anna free. "Just call in, tell them you're sick." Anna sighed again, a soft smile and a kiss on those beautiful, supple lips as she turned to face her beloved, singing in reply, "Babe, you know I can't call in. I'll get fired and we'll be on the streets. I promise, if I make it home early enough, I will spend every minute with you."

Oh, that smirk of Veronika's told her everything, Anna blushing slightly as the girl kissed her again, a bit deeper than before. "You better, you little devil, or I'll kick your ass." She purred in Anna's ear, a tiny, playful nip. "I love you." Veronika sighed. Anna kissed her once more. "I love you too."

She stood from the bed and got dressed, reluctant to leave the embrace of her sweetheart, donning a pair of charcoal gray skinny jeans and pulling on her Demonia Disorder combat boots, then a tight fitting black t-shirt and her leather jacket.

Veronika, she was the only person Anna ever showed any love to, which is why as she left their appartment, one last look into those lovely amber eyes staring back at her, it hurt her, like a knife heated under an intense flame, then jabbed straight through her heart. To the naive brunette's knowledge, Anna had found a job a few months ago as a courier, just a good paying career shuttling packages everywhere around the city. Never once had she suspected she was sleeping with a ruthless, cold blooded killer who was indebted to the Bratva. And of course....Anna didn't want to think of what would happen...should her deadly secret be revealed....

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It was just as she promised it would be, quick, painless, efficient, but not without an ample amount of blood shed, just a little droplet that she swept away with the palm of her hand from the cherry wood desk and positioned the body against its hard frame, so that it appeared less of a corpse. The assassin then pulled her knife out of the body of the man dressed in an expensive business suit and whipped out her cellphone pulling up a number. "It's done." She texted and stuffed her phone into her jacket after such a curt reply, exiting the office without a single trace of her existence. He would seem to his fellow employees as if he was just sleeping, nursing a hangover after a rowdy night of whores and intoxication, the stench of hard liquor still lingering on his suit, even after Anna had put his miserable life to an end. Sympathy, none she had for the crooked fiend. His death...was well deserved.

After leaving the skyscraper unnoticed, Anna carefully made her way over to a disclosed location a few blocks away, where awaiting her was her getaway, a sharp, black motorcycle, a recent model. She straddled it hastily, about to pull on her helmet, but then her phone went off, a text. Her stomach nearly dropped upon reading it, such an urgent call to action. They were coming....men, bloodthirsty men, coming to start shit with Ivolgin and his boys. No time to waste then.

The motorcycle roared out of the alley and onto the highway at breakneck speed. Something was about to go down, and hard too. The engines revved louder, the wind screaming past her, bobbing and weaving through slightly thick traffic.

Gang RP: The Rise

@King Tai YUSSS!!! \>o</

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai@DiZL ReloadeD@Kurai Assassin

~"Oh. Thank you, kind sir."~ So chivalry wasn't dead after all. Rebecca smiled to the man warmly, now recognizing him as the owner of that fairly classy Audi, unfortunately christened by Camille's lovely artwork. ~"At least some men are notable for their charity."~ She commented leaning against the wall with both arms crossed, Camille, always at her side and staring at the man curiously. To him, he did appear as someone quite regal and authoritative, and yet so mysterious his aura felt about her. "Are you a detective, mister?" The blue haired girl inquired, a beaming grin.

The elevator stopped its ascent, a slight jarring as it caught and the doors open. Returning the favor, Rebecca let the man go first, yet another friendly expression issued to him, before said expression reverted quickly to a debilitating scowl across her ruby lips. And to follow that scowl, a quick, heated gait out of the elevator and down the hall, the telltale clack of her high heels resonating throughout, a signal towards all...she wasn't the least bit happy.

~"Let's get this over with."~ A mutter under her breath as she rounded the corner, already her eyes seeming to darken as she cut them towards Stone's security detail. The two men, nothing given back, just following suit hastily punching in the code, the door swishing open to reveal...Stone's worst nightmare had returned.

With such a flamboyant, and may she add insulting fanfare, she entered the room in a haughty smirk, mostly aimed towards the balding head of the cunt behind his desk

~"Oh my, look who it is! It's my two favorite vampires, the succubus and her sapphic sex slave! Oh wait, what was that Rebecca? I'm sorry! I forgot to mention that Vladdy-Boy would have no reaction at all to your precious silver bullets!"~ Her little vaudevillian act she ended with a dramatic fall into her chair and an irritable sigh, the youngling climbing into her lap and putting an arm around her Mistress. ~"And that he was such a tight lip."~ The woman resumed, petting her beloved affectionately just to chide the bastard, all the while glaring daggers. ~"I would have tortured it out of him, but you did give me strict orders not to harm him in any way. And, the next time you send me out on a reconnaissance mission, it would be wise of you to let me know my target's real weakness. That way I don't look like an idiot standing there with no means to defend myself."~

To her left, she noticed the brunette beside her, her cold, silent demeanor ever present. Still, quite a charmer to the woman. ~"Katya dear!"~ The scowl she had aimed at Stone shifted to a jovial smirk, her voice quite chipper towards the mortal woman compared to her vehement snarls towards the cueball behind the desk. ~"Still beautiful as always. Tell me darling, how have things been with you? You looked so downtrodden last I seen you in the hallway earlier."~

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@DiZL ReloadeD It's kewl! ^___^ No worries!

Metalheart

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