»Cold and Jaded«
[this is the countdown]
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Set in modern times, New Nari City is becoming victim yet again to the notorious rival criminal organizations of the nearby settlements of Ason and Escasa.

Ason is known for being home to the infamous Gates who specialize in racketeering. These guys are clever and nearly impossible to catch. They abide by the laws, or at least when they know cameras are around. The Gates are typically dressed to impress and are all up to date on their laws and rules. It also helps that the right-hand man is a world re-known defense attorney.

Escasa is home to the Artusio family. These criminals are always brought under inspection whenever tan act of grand larceny pops up. Not only are they into thievery, they are also obsessed with drug trafficking, but they've yet to be busted for that act yet. Hell, not even the NNCPD (New Nari City Police Department) know about that little scandalous act. Needless to say, the Artusio family look like your typical, everyday average citizens, making them nearly impossible to spot.

Crime rates are high as are tensions. One of the son's of Mr. Artusio was caught on the Gates' territory. Fighting a head to head war might just engulf the entire city and bring about NNC's ultimate demise. One can only pray and hope that the PD and FBI will be able to put an end to the acts before more body bags pile up in the morgue.

»Wavi and FaerieWhngs«
[a private mafia roleplay]
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ღ - - - the storyline
ღ - - - the detailed setting
ღ - - - reserve i
ღ - - - reserve ii
ღ - - - Wavikz's characters
ღ - - - FaerieWhngs characters

»Reserve I«
[the just in case section]
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»Wavi's Main Characters«
[the important ones]
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Xaviera Silvia Gates:
"There ain't no rest for the wicked...."

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[I'm Known As] Xaviera Silvia Gates
[But They Call Me] Xav or Viera
[Candles On My Cake] 27
[I Was Born A] Female
[I'm Proud To Be A] Gates' girl
[My Talents Make Me The] Leader
[Look What I Can Do] I rule and look hot. End of story.
[This Is How I Act] Bitchy. I'm a goddamn mafia princess. I always get what I want. Obey and I might let you live. Okay?
[Where To Begin] I killed my daddy to get the lead job. He sucked so I removed him from power. Now I rule this town. But before I took the crown, I was just a simple, homely chick sitting at home. I was to marry this hottie by the name of Adam, but he was just dating me for the sex. I dropped him. More like drop-kicked the thug. Put a bullet in his brain too. But, before I did that, I flashed him. It make it so much easier to kill him. Damn idea just stared and I was like, "Dumb punk." BANG! So yeah, my life has been hell. By hell, I mean perfect. I'm a rich little girl. I always get what I want. Tell me no, I dare ya. So rather than going to college, I became a model. And, since daddy liked the modeling idea so much, we turned that into our little facade. We make people think we're a modeling agency, but we're really just selling arms, stolen artwork, and riches like d'em pirates like to get. Oh, I guess I should say mum died when I was wee little. I think she was a crack addict. If not, well... who the hell cares? I don't. Erm, I guess I should add I had a brother. Yeah... don't know what happened to the little punk.
[I Love] Modeling, candy, hand cuffs, crops, the color white, and Hello Kitty
[I Loathe] Crack, my daddy, the Artusios, reading, math, and the sun
[What Else] I haven't been a virgin since the age of... thirteen. I was told I could either hand over my title of class president or do something that would persuade him (the guy that was trying to impeach me) otherwise. Let's just say, I was president from 9th up on through.

Aeron J. Shike:
"Click Click Boom!"

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[I'm Known As] Aeron J. Shike
[But They Call Me] Aero or AJ
[Candles On My Cake] 31
[I Was Born A] Male
[I'm Proud To Be A] Gates' player
[My Talents Make Me A] World re-known defense attorney
[Look What I Can Do] I make sure we don't get ourselves into trouble. I know the law like I don't know the back of my hand. I'm also a weapon's expert, so don't mess with me.
[This Is How I Act] Uptight. Silent. Rude and arrogant at times. Distant. I'm not really one to do much talking. I much prefer listening and doing. I'm also very impulsive and I don't really like to be used. However, when I'm with me cats, I'm like a soccer dad. Yeah, don't tell or I'll have to slit your throat.
[Where To Begin] I’ve always been a trigger happy guy. I just love shooting things. Prostitutes are my favorite victims of choice. Why? Well that would take us back a few years when I was in those ‘troublesome teenaged years.’ I’ve been an orphan all my life and, since I have a genius IQ, no one wanted to adopt me. When I turned sixteen and was finally free of that prison, I got myself a hooker. Heh, little did I know that damn blonde was an undercover cop who was looking to bust ‘bad boys.’ So from when pen to another, I spent the next few years behind bars reading up on the latest and greatest lawsuits and documents in history. When I was released two years later (I had some other petty things added on to my sexual urge), I decided to attend Havlarth. Shockingly, I got it and did extremely well. I graduated at the top of my class and was one of the most wanted attorneys around. I served on the ‘good side’ for about six years before someone brought up my ‘bad boy’ rep. Who? Remember that undercover cop? Well, she was fired a week after catching me for killing someone for her girlfriend and when she found out I was the number one defense attorney, she turned me in. I went from being number one to most hated. The Gates took me in when no one else wanted me and now I’m their right-hand man.
[I Love] Explosives, guns, knives, coding, reading, politics, and cats
[I Loathe] Hookers and prostitutes, cops, birds, and water
[What Else] I live with my cat Muggers and her six kittens Tipper, Smogster, Peach Fuzz, Mr. Sniff, G-Dog, and Leelee.

Neal Hunter Gillette:
"Yeah, it was only just a dream...."

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[I'm Known As] Neal Hunter Gillette
[But They Call Me] Neal or the Con Man
[Candles On My Cake] 23
[I Was Born A] Male
[I'm Proud To Be A] Gates' man
[My Talents Make Me A] Specialist
[Look What I Can Do] I'm a con-artist. I can pick locks, forge signatures, break in without tripping alarms, and I'm sly. With my keen eyes, I can pretty much do anything I want without getting caught. My job, well, I pretty much make things happen whether or not it's ordered. Since I'm so good at thievery, I tend to sell stuff I swipe in our store. Remember, the best deals (and items) are found after hours!
[This Is How I Act] Cocky. Oh, you wanted more? Hmmm. Intelligent, fast on my feet, and sly. I'm your typical definition of a mastermind criminal. I'm sexy (don't hate me), charming, and I always get what I want. Okay, not always, but I do love to push buttons and misbehave. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a player. I'm a flirt, but once I've snapped a mate, I'm loyal like a wolf to its pack. But for as chill and laid back as I am, I do get hot-headed and hurt at times. I guess underneath my evil heart lies a gentleman just waiting to emerge. I'm a 'hold the door open for you,' kind of guy.
[Where To Begin] Ha ha. Wouldn't you like to know? HEY! Okay, okay, sheesh, I'll share. I was raised with manners and morals, but after mom died in a car accident, well... it was just pop 'n I. We got along, but he took an oath of silence after mother's death so communicating... yeah, it didn't happen. Anyways, I skipped grades in high school. Meaning, I stopped going. I saw no point finishing up school and going to college when I can forge signatures and make counterfeit money. Who needs a legit education when you've spent your whole life studying others? I guess, had I gone to college, I would have either been an actor or a graphic design student. But, seeing as I chose the life of a con-man, I guess I will never really know. Anyways, I was in the middle of a bank heist when shi-stuff starting going down. A chunk of a building broke off and hit me in the head. When I woke up I was still me, only my past had been erased. I was a free man. Or so I thought. Only, when I tried to escape, I kept getting caught by these guys. I soon learned I had this lovely tracking device added to my leg and that I was a 'vital key' to The Gates' success. I am pretty much their thief, but I'm also handy and skilled. So if I wanted, I could be just about anything. Hell, my PhD says I'm a doctor, an engineer, and a psychologist. I also decided to make some certificates that said I was a licensed pilot and got an MBA. But shhhh, don't tell them that I never actually went to college.
[I Love] Manipulating people, being deceptive, reading, learning, and tinkering with things to see how they work. I also have a knack for acting and writing.
[I Loathe] Getting caught, being kept on a short leash, the Artusio Family, and being told 'No'
[What Else] I have to wear a stinking tracking device around my ankle. I tend to wander off and get The Gates into trouble. Heh, oops.

»Wavi's Minor Characters«
[the homo side characters]
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Lorraine Protz

the face of the Gates
Raine
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female, straight
twenty-five years young
five-two at one-hundred and six
pale blue eyes to crave
long locks of gold to love

"I will not go down with this ship...."
Wavikz

Blake O. McCluer

the Gates' strategist
McClue
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male, unknown
twenty years under the belt
standing six feet high at one-hundred pounds
cruel eyes of ice and hatred
pale blonde hair to seduce you with

"Your tears don't fall, they crash around me...."
Wavikz

~~FaerieWhngs Major Players~~

Marie:

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[I'm Known As] Marie, but maybe tomorrow I’ll be Lucy, or Ava, or Joe. Get the picture?
[But They Call Me] whatever I’m going by, my disguises are airtight.
[Candles On My Cake] 28, give or take a few years.
[I Was Born A] woman, but I might just be a man one day too.
[I'm Proud To Be A] Artusio
[My Talents Make Me A] /n assassin for the boss. I’m great at my job.
[Look What I Can Do] I can become anyone to get close to my prey. With eight years in the theater business I acquired a few tricks to make me disappear and reappear as a new person. You think that sweet Catholic girl just needs some help finding her friend’s house? Bam. Then you’re dead. What about that Mexican Immigrant named Jose whose doing yard work? Bam! Your dead too. My skill is unstoppable. I am death in its human form.
[This Is How I Act] You’ll never know. If I told you that juicy morsel of information, then I would be easy to spot, wouldn’t I? I’ll tell you this: I’m the loud customer talking on his cell phone during lunch and the sweet, elderly librarian who only wants to help you find the perfect book. Would you like to know what they have in common? Get on the wrong end of my pistol and you’ll know.
[Where To Begin] I started out as a struggling actress. I spent my time impersonating different people, which is how my skill started to develop. My boyfriend was a member of the Artusio family that is until he was murdered one day while on the job. The killer? The police couldn’t find any suspects, but I know it was one of the Gates’ little bitches. The Artusio were very sorry for my loss, but being his next of kin they needed me to do one thing for them; finish his mark. I didn’t know it, but my boy toy was a sweet, little assassin and they needed me to fill in for him. After the first hit I discovered I liked the feeling of death. I was God, deciding who lived and who died. Best of all, no one can peck me for the crimes.
[I Love] changing hair styles. My hair is kept short so that I can put on wigs easily. Only the best wigs for me, which is why I work as a hair stylist (when I’m not doing my real job, that is). The color pink is also very lovely and the smell of freshly baked cookies. Oh, and I might add that I have a bit of an addiction to some of our merchandise.
[I Loathe] the Gates. Snobby little bastards think they can get away with anything. Oh, and that person who drives too slowly in front of me. Seriously, you can go ten over.
[What Else] My favorite perfume is Black Raspberry Vanilla, I’m usually never caught without it.

Wilber Michael Artusio:

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[I'm Known As] Wilber Michael Artusio
[But They Call Me] Wam, heh, get it? It’s my initials. Okay, maybe not my initials in that order, but still!
[Candles On My Cake] 22
[I Was Born A] Guy
[I'm Proud To Be A] Artusio! Whoo!
[My Talents Make Me A] moocher!
[Look What I Can Do] I have the streets smarts of our little organization. Nothing happens on the streets without me hearing about it one way or another. I also singlehandedly set up a nifty little surveillance center to keep an eye on the Gates and their misdeeds. The only problem is that it keeps shorting out and I have to sneak in there to fix it every couple of weeks. The good news is that Marie taught me a few tricks of getting in and out without being noticed, until they caught me that last time it is…
[This Is How I Act] Awesome. Oh, wait? You mean I can’t say that? Well, how about epic? Gosh, your killing me here. I’m a playboy. (Not gonna tag that one, are ya?) I like my woman like I like my cars. Fast. Ha, clever, huh? I’m a sweet and sensitive guy who likes long walks on the beach and—Ow! Fine! I am the one you go to when you need help on anything. I can usually find enough dirt on anyone or anything, for the right price that is.
[Where To Begin] Well, Daddy runs the family business and I’m the son who could never kill. Naturally, we have a smashing relationship. To get him off my back I had to come up with some way to be useful, and wouldn’t you know it? I discovered I have a natural talent of snooping into other people’s business. Dad was thrilled when I brought back my first piece of juicy information, said I wasn’t as much as a disappointment as he thought. Great guy, he was. It came as a real shock to me when he died. Something about having terminal cancer for the past three years, go figure? Who would’ve thought that my ol’ man didn’t even tell me that. Anyways, here I am. Still working for the family business, under some other chap whose not even my real family.
[I Love] sexy women, beer, and that’s pretty much it.
[I Loathe] my Father and his damn expectations.
[What Else] by the time I was twelve, I had already done it with two of my babysitters. Let’s just say that I have a thing for older woman. Rawr.

Nicholas Casmir Holten:

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[I'm Known As] Nicholas Casmir Holten
[But They Call Me] Nicholas, don’t you dare call me Nick or I’ll punch you in the throat, tie you to a brick and push you into the ocean.
[Candles On My Cake] 25
[I Was Born A] male
[I'm Proud To Be A] Artusio.
[My Talents Make Me A] Leader of the current family.
[Look What I Can Do]
[This Is How I Act] Calm, cool, and collected. I’ve been told I have a good head on my shoulders. Of course, it helps to stay calm when you snipe your enemies, but whatever. Uh, do I have to keep going? –Sigh- I’m the head boss around here. I make sure that everything is running smoother that silk and I keep the authorities off our back. You like the addition of drugs to our list of felonies? That was my idea and we’re bringing in the money. And money is what makes this world go ‘round.
[Where To Begin] My folks were dead before I could even remember so I never had anyone there to teach me right from wrong. Guess that’s why I’m now running with the big boys now and holding my own. I met Mr. Artusio when I was brought in for trying to sell drugs in his patch of the woods. He said he saw something in my eye and now look at me? I’m holding my own against the top players in the criminal underground. Don’t get me wrong, it was like losing a dad when Mr. Artusio died, but then again, I got his job and his son got squat.
[I Love] money.
[I Loathe] anyone getting in my way.
[What Else] Uh, I can’t sleep without socks on?

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~FaerieWhngs Minor Characters~
They Lack Love.

[IMGLEFT]http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x15/samurai4Christ/asian-layered-hairstyle-2010.jpg[/IMGLEFT] Joshua Thornton
Employee of the Month
Joshy Boy
male, straight
twenty years old
five ten and one hundred thirty-five
brown eyes
black hair
((Sorry, I'm not as creative at the moment!))

•the beginning of our story•

She truly was a princess. There she sat at the top of her throne when her kingdom was in its finest days of glory and glamor. Leaning back, a salty chip was placed before her lips. Wetting them lightly, she inched forward to inhale the lovely aroma that potato chip had. Then, using her tongue as a rope, she lured the chip into her mouth.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of her devouring the delight followed. When the yellow food vanished, her eyes closed. A hard swallow came and then her eyes fluttered open. "God, these things are to die for." Reaching a hand forward, she woofed down another handful from the plate of her dear friend, Aeron. The pizza she ordered was still cooking. Brows furrowing, she leaned inward to whisper across the little booth over to the handsome man across from her. His name was Neal and he seemed to be far too distracted with checking out the waitress with the red thong.

The back of a hand slammed into Neal's head. "Hey, Mister Gaga, would ya stop drooling. My pizza'll be here any min. I can't have ya lookin like a fool when she comes over. 'sides, she's a lesbo. No action for you." Snickering, Xaviera Gates' turned her focus back toward the pizza boy. He was delicious, but all she was after was the smoking hot pizza.

[IMGRIGHT]http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/34134959/Kerli+Princess.png[/IMGRIGHT]A bell rung and she practically jumped from her seat. Nose wrinkling, she didn't even wait for her name to be called. Standing there, Xaviera took the pizza slice with open arms. Only lasting about a second, Xaviera returned back to the booth empty handed. "Come dogs, let us go." Pushing herself from the booth, she wandered past the waitress and winked. When the female's face turned red, she knew Neal was cussing under his breath with his typical, 'it's just not fair.'

The door's hinge was rusty, so their exit was annoyingly obvious. Heads turned as the mafia princess exited the ghetto joint to begin her daily patrol of the area. This was her land. She ruled the streets. No one, especially an Artusio was about to start trouble in her town. Well, unless it was she that deemed it necessary.

Heels clicking across the rough pavement, Xaviera looked back to her partners Aeron and Neal. Both were extremely handsome, but not for her. Aeron was too in love with his cats and Neal was far too unstable to actually date, or at least in her eyes. Strolling past a news stand, Xaviera's eyes immediately narrowed.

"Hey, I thought we took care of that." Tipping off the newsie for a fresh copy, Neal flipped to page A6. Cursing under his breath, he spun the light gray paper around. Eyes signaling to the left side, the bold headline read a very threatening Cracking down on crime. However, seeing as it didn't land on the front page, Neal, like the rest of everyone else in Ason knew that nothing was going to happen. If it was a big deal, it would have been on the front page.

Handing off the paper to Aeron, Neal sank back and went on his usual mid-morning routine. Paying Lorraine a visit, he went off to find the man with all the plans, Blake. Behind closed doors, the two convicts would converse about the future of the Gates. In other words, the future of their mafia.

Meanwhile, Aeron was reading the remainder of the newsprint while Xaviera skipped about. She was off to her modeling shot and he, being her guardian, was encouraged to go. After all, it is better safe and sorry. Reluctant, Xaviera did eventually decide that having Aeron around did have his perks - she wouldn't be hit on.

Stepping into the studio, she turned his nose up when she smelt the awful smell of the Artusios. Sadly, there was only one amazing photo place in the area and it was in the little town that divided the two rival mafia's from one another. Wilber Artusio was a fan of the little modeling agency and would often spend his time there. Sighing, the mafia princess half wished he was on her side. After all, they would look smashing in some romance photographs, but since they were mortal enemies, she had to pose with some other thug.

Aeron, looking up from the news, decided it was time to spy on the Artusio's, again. His watch wasn't actually a watch. No, it was a monitor that was linked to some of the several areas where it was rumored that the Artusio's hung out. Neal confirmed the locations several times, but, since Escapa is a larger town, there were bound to be flaws and bugs. Eyes staring at the tiny screen, he watched to see just what was going down that late morning.

The Artusio Family

“Ouch! Not so hard!” Wilber wailed out.

“Stay still! You brought this upon yourself!” Marie hissed back.

“You said you’d be gentle,” Wilber muttered back pathetically.

“Whose fault was it that you got gum in your hair, Wilber? Your fault, so man up and accept the consequences.” Marie held a fine-tooth comb in one hand and a small pair of scissors in the other as she attempted to remove the stuck gum from Wilber’s long hair. “I hope you remember not to fall asleep while chewing gum again, you’re lucky I didn’t have to cut your hair off. Not that I would mind doing that, you do have lovely hair,” a sly smile teased the woman’s lips as she snipped her scissors in the air to emphasis her point. The gum was officially removed with minimum damage to Wilber’s long, flowing locks.

Wilber and Marie were in the downstairs of the ‘lair’ of the Artusio family organization, that is, if you call a rundown apartment building a lair. Wilber, being the dashing young gentleman he was, had come back to the building after a late night of partying and had fallen asleep with a chewed piece of spearmint gum in his mouth. In the morning, when Marie had finished her latest task and returned to the Lair, she found him laying on a couch with the white gum stuck to his hair and the couch. Lovely.

“I like my hair the way it is, you psycho!” The young man shouted back as he smoothed out his hair. Marie chuckled as she placed her styling utensils on a coffee table and pulled off her long, black wig. “By the way, how did your job go?” Wilber sat back and watched Marie intently as she smeared off the remaining makeup.

“How my jobs always go: Flawlessly.” She sprawled out on the couch and let out a yawn, but she couldn’t sleep yet. It was her turn to babysit the Artusio son. “What were you planning on doing today? Crashing another modeling shoot?” the woman sneered as she closed her eyes for a moments rest.

“My sweet Marie, do you think I’m some sort of animal?” His face showed that his feelings had been wounded, but he changed his countenance when he spoke again. “Some of those models are my inside sources. You know that fine piece of Gates meat works as a model there so you’d be surprised at the juicy bits of information I get from them. Also, some of them sleep with the enemy’s dogs so…” He trailed off as the door opened and the head hancho himself walked in.

Nicholas had been up all night numbers crunching for the new addition to the business. So far, it was a smashing success and the authorities knew nothing about it. There was, however, a new idea that he needed help with, and Marie and Wilber would be perfect for the job. “Good morning,” he said while he finished tying his tennis shoes (they were supposed to stay unnoticed so they always dressed casually). “I need coffee. Come talk with me.” That was all he needed to say for Marie to jump up and grab a new wig from her magical box of disguises. Today she was a red head with green contacts to finish the look.

The trio found their way to The Grind Coffee Shop. A daily stop for Nicholas and occasionally Wilber. They sat in their usual booth, maybe their predictability was not a good thing. “I have a new job for you two.” Marie was confused why the prince of the Artusio’s was included on a job. “The Gates have that snazzy defense attorney in their back pocket, but I need you to sway him into changing his mind. I don’t care what you have to do, but you have to do something.” He thoughtfully sipped from his coffee cup before adding: “Oh, and don’t get caught.”

Marie licked her lips. She had a few characters that she had been dying to use for quite some time, now she just needed to pick which one would serve her best. But there was also Wilber. Everyone knew him so she would have to use that to her advantage. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. She leaned over to Wilber and quietly whispered her plan before he got up from the booth and pulled out his cell phone. He had to call in a favor.

“Don’t worry, Nicholas,” Marie said as she stood up from the table. “We’ll take care of everything. Oh, and last night’s mission was a success. That thug won’t try to sell on our turf again.” With that, she left the boss man drinking his coffee to change into her next role: a hair stylist named Lucy.

She had spent longer than normal getting ready. Her red hair was long and straight with blunt bangs that framed her green eyes and paler skin. Her make up with kept minimal, but she still looked heavenly. Glasses and a large, fashionable sweater finished her look. She had left Wilber to take care of the background. She was a new hair stylist who would be working at the modeling studio for a few weeks, and Wilber’s finace, or, that’s what everyone would think until the big scene later that day. Marie, or Lucy, stepped into the modeling studio and caught sights of the attorney…

Rolling his eyes at how boring this whole modeling thing was, Aeron decided to walk off. He needed some fresh are. Stepping toward the door, he brushed past a woman he had never seen before. Eyes narrowing, he stepped back and put a hand on her shoulder. "This is a private studio. If you don't have a card, then you're not permitted here."

Releasing his grip, he snorted and decided it didn't really matter. Xaviera would be fine on her own. It was Neal he had to worry about. Smirking, he looked at his second watch, the watch that tracked Neal. Still behaving himself like a good dog, Aeron felt a pair of eyes still on him. Glancing sideways, he noticed the female was staring. "You know, it's impolite to stare, miss."

He took a step away from the woman to look at Xaviera. She was in her glory, as always. Shaking his head, he went back to the woman before him. "The name's Aeron. What can I do for you?" The black bangs that defied gravity slowly start to fall into his eyes. With his right hand, he pushed the little devils back into place and took a long step backwards to lean up against the wall.

The sounds of the camera flash charging where just white noise to the sound of breathing that was shared between Aeron and the blonde. Blinking, he leaned forward. Lips just inches from hers, his stern eyes hinted at a darker nature. "If you're after my Xaviera, you're in for the fight of your life. If you're here for me, well, then you're just wasting my time. Now what do you want."

All the while Aeron was with this woman, Xaviera caught whiff of the female's scent and keep an eye on her partner. Fully aware that everyone had their eyes on her treasure - Aeron - she let a low growl come from within her throat. Pissed eyes darted back toward the camera and she haughtily asked if the genre could shift into a more sadistic and angered venue. After all, that style would better suit her flair of emotions.

Marie wasn’t expecting her target to leave so quickly. She needed to find a way to make him stay and that’s when he put a single hand on her boney shoulder. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry! I’m the new intern for the stylists here; I think I have my card on me somewhere.” She proceeded to look around in her large bag of supplies with a very flushed face. There was no better method actress than Marie. Then he released his grip and Marie held him in her sights.

“Your hair!” She started. “It’s so well done! Oh, uh, forgive me. I didn’t mean to stare, I just-who is your stylist?” Marie grabbed a lock of her fake, red hair and twirled it around her finger as he introduced himself. He was much too open, the assassin thought. Why would he tell a stranger his name? “Oh, it’s nice to meet yo-“ his lips were so close to hers, but his eyes were cold and sent a shiver down Marie’s spine. He meant business. “I-I’m just a stylist, sir.” Her eyes held a hint of fear as he bit her lip; he was not to be trifled with.

That’s when Wilber walked in a side door with a pretty brunette on his arm. Marie quickly turned her attention from Aeron to the boy who had started very passionately kissing the model he had walked in with. Marie dropped her bag in a huff as her countenance changed to rage in a flash. All part of the plan, of course.

She stormed across the studio in such a way as to draw attention to the scene unfolding. “Wilber!” She shouted with a shrill voice. “Is this how you got me a job here?! Because your sleeping with the merchandise!?” With each word her voice grew louder until the model had backed away and Wilber was cowering in fear. Even though he knew it was an act, he was still scared spitless of Marie’s temper. “I thought you said we would be together forever, you scum!” With that, Marie slapped him across the face and stormed off, only to return to pull a silver ring off her finger and to throw it in his face.

“Lucy!” He called before the ring crashed into his forehead. End scene.

Marie, or Lucy, walked back over to Aeron to retrieve her bags. “I-uh, I’m sorry you had to see that.” She bit her lip to show uncertainty before turning back to the man. “That was Wilber my, er, ex fiancé. And just think he just introduced me to his boss or dad or whatever.” Through the years of training, Marie had learned to cry on command and had her eyes water up. “Let’s just see if I keep that nasty secret now you son of a bitch,” the last comment was said more under her breath as she again bit her lip and turned from the raven-haired man. “Guess I’m alone with my cats tonight…”

[[I swear, I'm working on a post for this. I should have something up before the end of today.]]

The mentioning of the word cats caused Aeron's eyes to narrow some. There were only a few people in the world that knew he adored cats and she was not one of them. In fact, Aeron actually made a testament that he hated cats. Back when he did that, he did actually hate cats, but since that day in court he changed his mind... somewhat. It's not that he hated cats, he just didn't like them. Only reason he lived with his cats was because they were a gift from a friend. Okay, Muggers was a gift but she managed to multiple. Either way, if he had a choice, he would prefer to be alone.

His attention was turned back at this Lucy person. She couldn't possibly know he lived with cats. "I'm not particularly fond of cats. Matter of fact, I dislike them. I give you my deepest regrets that you must be left alone with them."

Aeron's voice nor his eyes faltered. He was a cold, calculating man that knew how to play with the minds of those he was trying to get inside of. If she truly was a spy for their rivals, she would most likely be after him. Aeron knew that he was their ace of spades in this little mafia war. With him on the Gates' side, it would be nearly impossible to win.

This thought made him think about how the Artusio's were probably looking to sweep him away. Smirking, he laughed to himself. Not in a million years. I'm forever a Gates' man. Turning his attention to the mafia princess, Aeron stuck his hand out. "It was a pleasure to meet you, miss Lucy. But I believe my princess is going to need me sooner or later. I can sense the tension build in the air." Slipping past her, he made contact with her eyes. "If you were trying to convert me, you failed, miserably. I'm loyal to Xaviera. You cannot alter that."

Walking up to the edge of the photoshoot, he smiled at the female. "Now, now princess, don't you think you ought to stop pouting. I thought it was your smile people liked." A glare was sent to him and he laughed lightly. "Very well. Do as you wish, my lady."

[[I take it this died.]]

[[If I'm wrong, PM me. But for now, I'm assuming it's dead. :(]]

((I am so, so, so, so sorry for not replying!! I have been very sick and not really able to reply. I should get a good reply in early next week as I am feeling better now. Again, I am so sorry!!))

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