{{Ah, I see. ^^ Go for it!}}

{I'm gonna ask him again...I think he forgot}

{{ So is this Fish guy going t o do it? :eager: }}

((Thats what I want to know... been awhile xP))

{He didn't answer...I asked him....again.....}

((I asked my dude friend. Let's see what he thinks xD))

{Ok :D}

{{Sounds good to me.}}

{{Piptik has offered to change from a prostitute to JtR if we can't find anyone. }}

{Just sent the application for Ripper ^^}

((Awesome. My guy friend did not say anything back, so that usually means he isn't interested. lol

EDIT: Just told me he sent it in xD, this should be interesting.))

{{Ooh, let's see how this works out.}}

{{Okay, Lordi's our Ripper! <3

There's only one more spot open (female), and then we're full up.

Lordi - Side note, but you're going to need some sort of "agenda" for picking people off. ;p Just a thought. It's up to you how you want to do it, though. I also just noticed that your picture kind of resembles Ethan Hawke. LULLIPOPS!

Ladies - Go ahead and start whenever you like. }}

((Work off the the conversation from before? or start a new?))

{There doesn't seem much to work off of in the last conversation... Well, Im going to just jump in here, I guess}

Blossom strode down the streets of Whitechapel, giving a smile at any man she caught staring. Though she may have looked like a dainty, rich and well-mannered lady, she was actually quite the opposite. "Swine, the lot of 'em, I say" she whispered harshly under her breath, narrowing her blue eyes. "You can never find a decent man 'round 'ere, now-a-days." After just a few more moments of walking, se arrived at her destination, 'The Painted Lady'.

Releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding, she ran her hands down her skirts, fixed her hair, and knocked on the door.

Gwen had been upstairs. Finishing her last touch-ups for the morning. Hair up and loose, neutral make-up to make her seem more natural, and of coarse the fifteen minutes it would taker her to tighten her corset all the way. Many of the ladies did not bother with such silly things. Gwen liked to wear her rib crusher. Always gave the gentlemen much more trouble than they probably wanted. Gwen heard a knock from down the stairs, and knew that if the door was not answered by now then the madam was busy. Tying her corset strings into a bow, Gwen headed downstairs. Nearly tripping on her long skirt along the way. She opened the door, with just a crack at first to see who it was, then all the way. "Welcome Blossom." Gwen said with her usual neutral expression. One that held only mystery.

Night fell, and Jack stepped out of his carriage. He approached the doors of the painted lady, and knocked at the door. Tonight was going to be an interesting night. He had spent the day teaching brain surgeory, and know it was time for pleasure.

"'Ello, Gwen. Take it Madams busy, ain't she? O' well, 'ope she don't mind me being out all last night." she shuffled inside the building, fiddling with a strand of her hair. "Well, I should be gettin' ready now. Nice to see ya 'gain, dearie!" After a rather curt smile, She made her way up the stairs, holding up the bottom of her dress to insure that she didn't trip and fall.

Making her way into the second door on the left, Blossom gently tapped the door behind her. It didn't close all the way of course, it was left slightly ajar, but she didn't mind. It was usually only other women upstairs at this time a day anyway. Stripping herself of last nights clothes, she carefully selected rather skimpy under-garments and a rather slimming, but flattering, dress. When she finished dressing, she re-did her hair in what could only be described as a loose upwards hairstyle. She gently applied rouge to her cheeks and gloss to her lips, making sure her eyelashes were curling properly.

"I am not sure where she could be now, I am sure she does not mind though. Usually doesn't at least." Gwen said honestly. Though she could hear conversation in the other room. One happened to be the Madam's voice. Gwen watched Blossom go, and inner slapped herself for not remembering to lift her dress when walking down the stairs. She turned to head into the room the Madam was in, hoping she could help her with tightening her corset. Gwen could usually get it most of the way, but not all. She heard another knowck at the door and turned. We need to start leaving it unlocked.. Gwen thought to herself going to open it. "Welcome-" She paused seeing who it was, and took a step aside, allowing the gentleman to enter. "Welcome Sir to the Painted Lady. Is there anything at all I may help you with?" Gwen asked the male.

Jack looked at Gwen. "Yes. I need a lady for the night. But I was hopeing I could take her back to my place in my private carraige. If that is allowed."

"I think we should ask the Madam, don't you think, Gwen?" Blossom appeared at the top of the staircase, carefully using a higher-up's accent to appeal to the man. Gingerly walking down the stairs, she gave the man a once-over before grinning to herself. Her inner person was drooling already.

"Do you think she's still busy, Gwen, dear?" her voice was soft but clear, and she took extra care not to seem like she was commanding her fellow 'work mate', considering it was Gwen herself who was older.

Gwen nodded to Blossom and closed the door behind her. "I will tell the Madam of your presence. Please, make yourself at home. I'll take your coat for you if you like." Gwen offered taking it and showing him to a seat in the sitting room. She then turned to leave, heading into the room where the Madam and younger women was in. The younger one was new to this all. Gwen could tell in her eyes. "Mi'lady, There is a gentleman here. I had him take a seat in the sitting room." Gwen told her, giving her a small curtsy before leaving to head back to the gentleman. "She will be out in just a bit. Would you like anything to drink Deary?" Gwen even threw in one of her mysterious smiles. One commonly scene with the Mona Lisa. "Blossom, will you keep our guest company?"

Jack hung up his coat, and sat on the couch. "Thank you. I would like some tea, if you have any." Jack watched the girls, putting his top hat on the table, and twirling his cain.

Annabell listened to the man walk in. She had looked out the door of a small room she sat in to see to woman walk by. Quietly she walked downstairs and looked into the room where the two woman and a man were. She stepped in watching them in wonder. Unlike her they were wearing loads of makeup and outfits she wouldn't ever have worn before. She spoke quietly. "I can get you some tea sir."

Jack looked up at annabell with a smile. "Thank you my dear. You are very kind."