Rusalka

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

She kept playing...

But with every note, every string she strummed, she could feel the pain inside her growing worse, like knives buried in her flesh and ripping her apart. It even showed in her music.

She knew. She knew she was standing there, but Liz didn't pay her any mind. Her guitar was her main focus it seemed. And...it wasn't because she hated Jen. Liz just didn't want her seeing her face.

Gang RP: The Rise

@CommisarJhon Rusalka - Resident nutcase of RPG.

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@King Tai Ok good cuz I was about to erase my whole post then light my laptop on fire while screaming angrily to the heavens.

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai Ooh the tension is thick between these two. >:3 And I can't make any promises she wouldn't cross that line. I actually am kinda thinking she is gonna go rogue at some point.

Feud of Families: Blood Deep

@King Tai Good but I got a text from one of my coworkers the DM is coming in today to inspect the restaurant. Stress level: 8

Oh and I'd say Stone's a little bit mad...okay he's hella mad...okay he's already envisioning himself strangling the fuck out of Rebecca. >>;

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@CommisarJhon I got Anna outside the cafe about to shoot the dudes when they attack (considering those guys are Irish mob and I didn't royally fuck my post <.<)

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@CommisarJhon

She arrived on scene shortly after bolting from the business district, already the telltale scent of cheap vodka and cheap women indicating where she was as it wafted in the cool breeze.

This was Bratva turf, and you better have good reason to come down here, other than having your throat slit and your balls cut off. Mostly it was the area they controlled in the Russian District, Little Moscow they called it, Anna only frequenting here a few times on business from Ivolgin.

She remembered that sleazy butcher she killed once in his shop around here. The fucking suka was always roughing up Ivolgin's whores. Poor Ulia, Anna couldn't forget the woman's experience with that fat fucker, only her first time on the street, how she came back bruised and beaten up. It pissed the redhead off no less, and per order of Paul, she paid that butcher a special visit.

When they found him stark naked, hanging from a metal hook by his neck in the freezer, every one of his knives stabbed into his vitals in alphabetical order....they knew never to fuck with the Bratva.

And pretty soon, these mudaks were gonna learn that lesson...the hard way.

Anna got off her bike, about a few feet or so from the Rusalka(hehe), a small cafe their second in command Anton always hung out at with a few of the guys. That's when she saw the black van discreetly pull up, a five man detail piling out, stern, hard looking men.

By their brogue, it was no doubt they were Irish, Delaney's boys, here to start trouble no less.

But Anna, she wasn't gonna attack them outright, even if she had a gut feeling they were about to unleash Hell all over Anton and his comrades.

So she bided her time, waiting for them to slip up, patiently waiting with her thumb switching the safety off her Grach 9mm.

type the pokemon intro by keeping up with the lyrics

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@King Tai@Kurai Assassin@DiZL ReloadeD

Oh, he was angry alright, possibly angry enough to kill the woman in front of his piercing, hellish gaze.

Rebecca wasn't fazed however, showing no sign of fear nor apprehension to his venomous threats he spat like fire from the mouth of a dragon, merely yawning and doting on the cute blue haired girl nestled close to her, Rebecca caressing her tender cheek while more or less ignoring Stone's vicious tirade. Twas obvious enough the bad blood boiling between these two, and while Rebecca was indeed slighted good by his mention of sending her and her beloved to be defiled and savaged by a pack of desert dwelling religious fanatics, to that all she could do was snicker. Ah Stone, so hilarious when he was pissed off beyond any resolve.

~"Well by all means, Stone deary. If you wish to have your sexual fantasies of Camille and I being forced into an orgy of prejudice and intolerance, then do so if it keeps you in good spirits."~ She smirked at him, even when faced with the creases of blood vessels bulging from his shiny scalp, those eyes like embers of Hellfire blazing in his sockets. Oh yes, she was drinking up every ounce of this delectable feast of his rage, mostly her way of getting back at the foolish mortal for imprisoning her like he did, her and Camille.

After he dismissed them, Rebecca stood, another sneer towards the bastard, ~"Very well then. I need a shower anyways after having that licentious cur crawling all over me. I already smell like his tainted blood...and a bit of booze, but I suppose you'll have Agent Archer keeping tabs on me there, won't you Stone? As for that drink, Katya."~ Her attention turned to the brunette, her insulting grin softening into a more pleasant and gentle expression, ~"Camille and I would be delighted to join you in a bit of drunken revelry, but perhaps a later time. I'm exhausted from this nightmare of an evening."~ A dramatic swoon as she exited, the girl following behind her and giving her few farewells, "Bye Katya! Bye Mr. Stone!"

As the two left the room, they passed by the inspector, Rebecca giving him fair warning...in her own cheeky way of course, ~"I'd be careful if I were you, dear Inspector. He's not very happy at the moment. Must be trouble in the bedroom."~ And with that she sauntered away down the hall, Camille trailing close by.

On the Streets

@Carlsberg

Guess she couldn't sleep in the park anymore, and the bus depot was out of the question too, since the cops kicked her out of there a few weeks ago.

For the time being, Liz just wandered, aimlessly, no direction at all besides wherever the road took her. She took a moment to rest sitting against a wall outside a record store. If she had some weed, now would be a good time to probably blaze up. At least it would keep her mind off what else occupying her thoughts...but Jennifer. But....why did it bother her so much? It didn't before, and she knew Jen was a prostitute. She knew the girl was gonna have sex with other women besides her, and yet Liz wasn't okay with it now?

Who was she to say what Jen wanted to do with her life?

Bothersome she sighed, curling her legs up to her as close as she could and resting her head on her knees, a vacant stare towards nothing but the small cracks in the sidewalk. Get a hold of yourself, Liz. She chided herself. It's just what she's going to do. If she wants to fuck other girls, fine. It's not like she feels anything for them. Of course not...

But Liz...what if she was just one of those girls?

She needed something to distract her. Music maybe, so she grabbed her guitar and fished her pick out of her gray jacket, strumming the strings and playing a few chords.