Weapon: Hook swords. (Two long thin swords with a hook at the and and sharpened hilts).
Appearance: She is Vietnamese with long brown hair and a pointed nose. Her eyes are a dark honey colour. She is very short and thin. She wears mostly nuetral clothes, and almost always has her hair in a messy bun. Carmen wouldn't ever wear a dress.
Personality: Very soft spoken; she doesn't say much, normally just watching and observing people. When she does speak she is forward and doesn't waste words. She doesn't like to manipulate people as clever wordplay is not her forte. She is a little intimidating, despite her small physicality.
She is very level headed and is always under control. She gives very good advice, and she seems years wiser than she actually is. She is dependable and very rational.
History: Her parents, two teachers, were divorced when she was five, and she spent her life being shuttled around with her younger brother to her parents seperate houses. When Carmen was around ten her father began using heroin, and her died from an overdose within the next two years. Carmen and her brother were very sad, though they had been prepared for it for a while. Her mother didn't seem to be very upset about this, just stating it was a matter of time. As Carmen grew up she took care of her brother more and more as her mother's career launched. Carmen went to college, leaving her brother to take care of himself. Carmen went to school to be a pyrotechnics expert for a demolition company.
Other: Carmen has an IQ of 156.
Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
Weapon: Whip. Specifically, two fairly short, stark white whips made of high-quality leather. Also carries a silver revolver for emergencies.
Appearance: Belle is a small girl with curly, ginger-colored hair and a set of hazel-green eyes. She has fair skin that is spattered with light freckles, mainly across her nose and cheeks, giving her the look of a small girl. She only stands at 5'2'' and weighs some 90 pounds. For attire, she usually wears jeans - tattered for the most part - lightweight flats or boots, and t-shirts or loose button-ups. Her only constant is the small, gold cross she wears on a chain around her neck.
Personality: Very determined and semi-wild, Belle is a typical redhead from the outside. She's got an attitude, but is actually rather sociable if you can get past the bite in her words. She has been known to be somewhat sweet in her calmer hours, but catching her in that mood is a rare occasion. She's energetic and a leader by nature.
History: Belle grew up in a fairly large family. She has five siblings - one older brother, one older sister, two younger sisters and her baby brother. Being the middle child, she was taught to take care of herself since she was neither babied nor respected. Her family was never the most well-off, but they got by for the most part. As a child, Belle became attached to a specific horse her family had, a mare by the name of Night Swan. She's stayed attached to animals since then. Coming to the house at the offer of money wasn't much of a long-shot for her. Her mind said "Hey, what the heck! May as well see if I can get a little extra cash!" She lives on her own now, and can use all the money she can get her hands on.
Other: - Born in Tennessee, and therefore has the typical southern twang in her voice. - A brilliant actress and musician. Very good at fooling people. Tricky.
I have to write. I have to write the same way I have to eat, the same way I have to breathe. It's like life to me. I have no idea where I'd be if I didn't do what I do.
Dill closes the door with an annoyed huff and moves to write down the address.
"Alfr and his crazy schemes, I don't know why the hell he bothered coming here," he huffed. I smiled widely and snatched up the paper with the address, reading it over and over again. "I'll have to show up and tell him how stupid he's being, and why the hell did he buy a new house again?"
"I want to play," I mumbled. Dill turned towards me and I looked up at him, Dill's eyes were the only ones I could meet without cowering back in fear.
"What?"
"I want to play," I repeated, slower that time. My brain buzzed with the idea of participating in one of Alfr's games. I usually get to watch but I've never been invited to participate.
"No, Ten. You're not going," Dill said with a straight face and a hard voice. That tone usually meant 'no questions asked', 'hell no', and 'did you really think I was going to let you get away with that?' I narrowed my eyes and him and walked forward until we were nose to nose.
"I want to play," I repeated, harder this time and with my fist clenched by my sides. I wasn't going to hit Dill, I could never hit Dill, but he was making me angry. "You never let me do anything fun," I continued, "and I want to go."
"No."
"Please, Dill," I begged. He looked away but I moved to where he had to look at me. If I begged long enough he'd give in... hopefully.
"You're not in a safe enough state to-"
"I'm never in a safe enough state to do anything!"
Dill sighed and brushed my hair out of my face. I growled at him but didn't move away.
"You're not. And who will make sure you keep up with your medication once you start to "play"?"
"Then come with me..."
Dill shook his head and I jerked violently away from him. Anger bubbled under my skin and I fought to keep it there, underneath, but I was slowly losing control. Being locked away in the house was no fun, not at all, and I finally had a chance to do something fun and he just says no! Just like that?! I growled and shook my head, trying to fight down the voices but failing miserably. They were right though. I could take him down if I wanted to. I was stronger.
"Ten, sit!"
And I had to, because Dill said so in Italian and when Dill says something in Italian I have to listen or else. So I sit, but I growl too, and I claw at the floor. I can feel myself slipping and it's not long before I'm no longer in control. "Ten, stay. Don't move. Don't get up." But my body's not mine anymore. It's London's and London doesn't listen that well. London actually doesn't even like Dill.
He pulls out the collar.
"If I let you go I'm coming, and you're wearing the collar."
"I don't like the collar," London growls, scratching at the ground, making dents in the floor with his nails. I tell him to stop but London doesn't listen. I don't like London. He's mean and he does bad things. I want my body back but London likes being out for a while. I can see that Dill notices I'm gone and he wants me back. I feel bad for getting angry at Dill but I really want to play in Alfr's game. Alfr always has the best games and I can never play. I've been getting better, I should have told Dill that. Letting London out isn't helping my case. I'll probably never get to play now. London makes a move to stand up but Dill tells him to sit, in both English and Italian, which means he's serious.
When Dill puts the collar on London screams. Inside the collar are these spikes that come out and jab me in the neck if Dill presses the button. The spikes put me to sleep, Dill says because of some medicine on them. London doesn't like the collar and I don't like it either. But it makes London calm down
"Do you want to go? Do you want to go to Alfr's house to play," Dill asks in a soft voice. Both London and I nod, I can feel London fading away though, this always happens when the collar's on. "Then I'll let you play, but I'm coming too."
"Okay," I say. I smile up at Dill and he lets go a sigh of relief.
"Good boy, Ten," he mumbles. "But there are rules. You are to do everything I say. You do not let London out on your own, only when I say it's okay. And don't take off the collar for any reason, if you even as much as touch it I'm pressing the button." His voice is hard when he talks and I lower my eyes.
"You're mad at me?"
"No," he breathes. "No, I'm not mad." He runs his hands through my hair before sitting in his chair. "I'm not mad at you."
"Mad at London?" I feel something inside me stir but I ignore it with little effort.
"No," Dill says, but I can tell he's lying. "Just go to bed," he says in Italian, and I move to settle on the floor. "I'll wake you when it's time to go."
I curl into myself and smile widely before closing my eyes. I'll finally have some fun.
I looked at her and smiled. I couldn't remember her name, but the sight of her beautiful body wrapped in a thin silk robe would be forever etched into my mind. "An invitation," I mumble while putting it in my pocket. "An invitation that I'm going to accept."
"A party?" She slowly got up from the couch and walked over to me. "Can I come?" She was so close that her lips touched my ear and her body pressed towards mine.
"You wouldn't like it." She most definitely wouldn't. I on the other hand.. I was going to love it. I'd hoped for a long time that I would be invited. Now I finally was. She pouted her lips and looked up at me. It made me angry, just a little bit, but still. I hated when women pouted. It looked awful. "Get out."
She blinked. I had already gotten what I wanted from her anyway, there was no need for her to stay more than one night. New women were always more fun than the used once. The word disposable popped up in my head, and I had to agree with myself. Other people were disposable. "But I.."
"Get out," I brushed my lips against hers, "or I'll throw you out."
The her confused expression gave way for the new, furious one. It didn't take long for her to put on her clothes and leave. Of course she had to slam the door shut, as if that somehow erased the things that I had made her do the night before. Well, who could blame her? I was gorgeous, rich, popular, owned a luxurious penthouse designed by one of the best architects in the world and had been named as this year's most desirable bachelor. A woman should be happy if she had the chance to catch even a small glimpse of my splendor, and she had gotten far more than just a glimpse.
I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself. Now I could finally do what I had wanted for so long.. I would finally know how it felt to kill another human being.
“Are you looking for sympathy? You'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis” ― Thomas Harris
My eyes were fixated on 300, something my brother had insisted on watching. He was going to be alone tonight and he was stressed over his exams, so I let him come over. He was in his junior year and I had never seen him so exhausted. The doorbell slammed me out of my oblivion. My brother jumped up to answer the door; something he loved to do, just in case someone from Jehovah's Witness was calling. At this hour I doubted that it was them, but I let him have his fun. He came back, tapping an open piece of paper on his hand, reading it.
"What does it say?," I asked him.
He handed it to me. I read it through, glazing over the two letters at the end. I looked again.
A.N. Where had I heard that? Then I remembered. When my dad was still alive and on heroin Alfred Ness had been the cartell. I remember short notes sent to my father demanding payment for his drugs. I also remember my door being busted down by a man calling himself Mr.Ness.
At my father's funeral he had been there. The only reason my mother didn't shoot him on spot was that he promised to erase our debts if my mother allowed him to come. After the funeral Mr.Ness came over and talked to me.
He apologized for what he did. I was only twelve, but I didn't care at the time, I called him a vindictive bastard and spit on his shoe.
After my family got home and my brother went to bed my mother hugged me.
She told me that this was the proudest moment of her life.
"So what is it?"
"Dear brother, that... is an opportunity for retribution."
I folded up the letter and shoved it in my pocket. He didn't pry, he knew I wouldn't answer him.
Nella vita vi è la distruzione, desolazione nella morte, ma c'è speranza nella rivoluzione.
I blink my eyes open. The morning light is blinding as it seeps through the cracks in my curtains. I can already hear cars outside, racing back and forth on the highway beside my apartment building.
It takes me a minute, but I finally gain enough sense to yell "Coming! Just give me a sec.." back at Avori, my roommate. She shouts back something about me hurrying, that whoever it is freaks her out.
I unwillingly roll out of bed, snatch my bathrobe from the hanger beside my bed, and pull it on. When I trudge out to the living room, Avori is on the couch staring at the door. She glances over at the sound of my footsteps on the hardwood floor, and points. She looks frightened.
When I open the door, there's a huge man staring down at me. Without even saying hello, he shoves a slip of paper into my hands. I glance down and skim it. What is this? Some invitation to a party? 495 Victor Lane...
Mid-thought, he snatches back the slip. "495 Victor Lane, be on time or don't come at all," he booms at me, then retreats down the stairs of the complex.
I shut the door, numb from the shock. What the hell was that? I turn to look at Avori, who stares at me wide-eyed.
"You gonna go, Bellesie?" She says, using my pet name.
"I don't know," I say in reply. In the back of my mind, though, I know I'm going to. Money? How can I refuse? My mother had just called me the day before, saying that the twins, Alex and Lynne, wanted their own horses...
I have to support them. I nod to myself, turn on my heels, give Avori a reassuring wave and go to my room to pack.
This promises to be a very, very interesting experience.
I have to write. I have to write the same way I have to eat, the same way I have to breathe. It's like life to me. I have no idea where I'd be if I didn't do what I do.
" Jocelyn" I whisper into my assistants ear " Get the door." I ask softly. As she mumbles about it being too damn early to be getting any gosh damn door and drags herself to the elevator in my living room, I drop my head back onto the burgundy satin pillow. Yesterday was tiring. The school needed me to have a bit of a guest appearance and to teach some of the new girls a bit of a lesson. Making this school was the joy of my life. Hiring people that had the same interests as myself. Telling them exactly what to do. And all of the sex...was amazing. And the great thing is that buying out this building was a peice of cake. The design all over is modern victorian and very refined. Its just what goes on, on each floor is whats mind boggling. In one room you have a bunch of people sitting in luxury loveseats, smoking from a shared bong. Then in another room a dominatrix dressed in the tightest spandex imaginable handling a group of naughty men in cages. And then there's just the hangout room where everyone and anyone could just hang and watch t.v. or play air hockey or watch Housewives of N.Y.C or whatever. This place is more than a vacation spot for many stressed out adults. It's home for many people who decide that they don't want the fun to stop and decide to stay in one of the apartments on the last five floors. And to me...its just a dream come true.
Suddenly Jocelyn sways into the room with an envelope in her manicured hand. Jocelyn is one of my favorite colleagues. She's been here since the S.S.S.A first opened up. She had been trying to get back into college after flunking out her freshman year. Instead of going back home and explaining to her parents what a failure she was, she instead went straight to stripping. I can't blame her, especially with the tips she was getting. She may be one of the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, let alone fucked. With her caramel skin and her bright hazel eyes (that change color from hazel to dark green depending on her mood), her curvy beyond belief body, and her long curly dark dark brown hair, I'm amazed that she wasn't a playboy bunny. I somehow talked her into working for me, when I was nothing more than a lanky college dropout. Then five years later she still works with me as my assistant and main fuck buddy. Even though we have sex almost every other night, she knows that i'm still looking for love and not just sex.
" Coley" she says in her velvety light voice " You seem to have been given an invitation." She says climbing into my king size, four poster canopy bed. She nuzzels into me as I read the invitation.
"Whats it for?" she asks, feigning boredom, but I hear the edge of curiosity in her voice.
" Nothing you have to worry about hun" I say as I read the letter " Nothing at all..."
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Sorry it's taken me so long to post. I've been busy with school work
I was at my gym or dojo or what ever the hell you wanna call it, watching tow of my kids spar when a gargantuan of a man steps inside and makes a bee line for me, knocking over a few of my other kids in the process. I glare at him as he stopped to stand in front of me. "Watch where you put those feet when you're walking."
He was dressed in black from head to toe, and he looked mean. Hard and chiseled jaw with a jagged scar reaching from the top of his his right temple down to the left side of his jaw with pitch black eyes that would make any other person cower in fear, but not me.
"Luna Wenchester?" he asked.
I nod. He hands me this piece of paper...an invite? Money? No. Power? No. Fame? No. Excitement? Yes. I haven't taken the paper yet just so you know. I'm only looking at it. As I reach for the paper, I grab his wrist and pull myself up to his ear and whisper, "If the air around you so much as touches and of my students, I'll cut both of your feet off and shove them so far up your ass you'll be sneezing shoe laces and shitting rubber."
I pushed him away after taking the paper. He stumbled back slightly, but got a foot hold and glared at me. "Bitch."
"Call me that again, and i'll cut your tongue out." my lips curled into a vicious smile.
He muttered something under his breath, and turned to take his leave. My nostrils flared and I stepped forward as he almost bumped into a 12 year old yellow belt. He stopped in his tracks and straightened himself before taking his leave.
I looked down at the invite again.
"What was that about?" my younger twin sister Lini asked.
"Someone who apparently doesn't value his feet. He handed me an invite for something." I answer and hand her the invite.
"Hm," is all she says.
I roll my eyes. That was her answer for almost everything.
"There's an address and time for what ever this is. Are you going?" she looks at me.
I shrug. "Maybe."
Lini gives me that don't give me that maybe crap look and puts a hand on her hip
I sigh. "I might as well. After all," a smile spreads across my face. "that nice man went through the trouble of giving it to me, and it would be rude of me not to even show up. But I have a feeling i'll be gone for a while"
"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."
*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*
"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies..."
We walked up to the house, all lights were on and blaring, bright. It could have been a party. I had the collar on, but not the leash. That was good, at least, I didn't have to be tethered to Dill. He trusts me, and that's enough to keep London away. We walk up to the door and, before Dill can knock, an eye slot slides open.
"Names?"
"We know you know who we are, Bruno. Let us in and stop the games."
Bruno hesistated behind the door for a minute before letting out a low, deep chuckle and opening the door. When I walked in he punched me playfully on the shoulder and I smiled.
"You're gonna be okay out there, little man," he asked me.
I set my face, to prove I was serious, and nodded.
"Good. Good."
He grunted and waved me on before returning to the door. I hesitated before following him back to his post.
"Name," he said through the door. I quickly pushed him out of the way to look through.
"Woah, they look like they mean business. Hello," I called. Before the person could reply, Bruno lifted me up, walked me over to where Dill was, and sat me back down.
"You left this," he said.
Dill looked down at me with a glare, I smiled back up.
"I see. Don't bother people while they're working, Ten."
"I just wanted to see some of the competition."
"You'll get to soon enough. You have to learn to-"
"Mr. Rivanni, Mr. Sauna. I wasn't all convinced you'd arrive."
John shook Dill's hand and ruffled my hair. I swiped his hand away. He looked down at me and grinned. John was tall, abnormally so, if I had to guess his height it would be somewhere around 6"8. When I first met him I was always on guard, but if John was a threat to anybody it was himself. If he bumped his head on a door frame it wouldn't be the first, or even tenth, time.
They talked about something boring, I didn't particularly care. People were starting to fill in now, chattering loudly, all confused, holding glasses of un-sipped wine.
"Can I go, Dill?"
He waved me off and I went to the snack table. As I was grabbing a platter of crackers, no intentions of sharing, something moved in my peripheral vision. It was the person from earlier. I turned and tried to look as normal as possible.
"Hello."
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Eric Gray "Sir, are you sure this is the right address?" The driver looked worried. Of course he was, he'd fallen in love with me on first sight. At least it wasn't that badly disguised jealous face that he got whenever I picked up a woman.
"Yes, Paul. I'm quite sure." His eyes widened, just for a second, when I said his name. Poor man. He was way to fun to toy around with for his own good. "I'm probably going to stay here for some time, but I'll call whenever I need you to pick me up. Have a nice evening."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
I chuckled when I watched the car drive away. I was going to put him through hell when I got back, and I would enjoy it.
I walked up to the door, but before I had time to knock an eye slot slid open. "Name?"
The man had barely even finished speaking before his eyes suddenly disappeared and another set of eyes showed up. These eyes were childish, playful and curious. "Woah, they look like they mean business. Hello," he called. I frowned. This wasn't what I had been expecting.
The eyes disappeared again, and I heard a muted voice from inside. I couldn't make out the words. "I apologize for that. Your name?"
"Eric Gray, but I doubt you didn't know that already." I didn't like being treated like a nobody. In fact, I hated it. But I shouldn't let that show now. Things would be easier if people thought that I was an ordinary nice guy.
The door opened and I entered. It had barely closed behind me before I once again heard the doorman say: "Name?"
I nodded to Rivani. My company had bribed his little gang of hooligans to stir up all kinds of trouble with our rivals, so I had met him a few times before.
The guy over at the snack table was probably the same guy that had bothered me earlier. He seemed to notice that I was looking at him so he turned towards me. "Hello."
I smiled, thinking that I might as well star winning people over to my side at once. "Hello," I said with a voice that sounded genuinely happy. "What's your name?"
He looked from his plate to my shoes, almost up to my tie, before his eyes darted up towards the sealing and then down to his plate again. He seemed unable to look me in the eyes. "Ten," he finally said.
"Hi, Ten. My name's Eric. Eric Gray." Normally I would've held out my hand to him, but he didn't seem like the type to willingly shake hands with strangers. Wait.. Was that a collar around his neck? Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
“Are you looking for sympathy? You'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis” ― Thomas Harris
