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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 17, 2009 23:52:30 GMT -6
Giovanni DeFazio's Bugatti pulled into the parking lot of his club, The Prince's Folly. He turned off the car and stepped outside on the sidewalk, where he was immediatly surrounded by four tough and burly DeFazio soldiers who were told to arrive a few minutes early. Giovanni's bodyguards. Giovanni motioned for them to follow him and they did. Giovanni was stopped at the door by the bouncer, but as soon as he saw who it was, he hastily allowed Giovanni to past with a simple "Don DeFazio." and Giovanni entered the club. He was immediatly ushered to his private booth, where he ordered a glass of scotch, and he kept his eyes on the stage. It was time to watch his dancers at work. The lights around the stage became bright, and Giovanni knew it was time for the first dancer.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 0:07:04 GMT -6
Syrina hadn't actually ever preformed first on the stage but, she was the only one ready to dance for the boss. She took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. She was dress in yellow top and a pair of extremely short shorts which were made of some sort of see through plastic material. She wore a pair of black heels that gave her at least another inch and a half to her height. She counted out the music, hitting the beat to a prerehersed dance number she had put together, perfectly. She had noticed the club was a bit empty compared to when she normally went on but, the atmosphere was still the same. She continued to dance, her hands running all over her body.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 0:56:48 GMT -6
Giovanni sat back in his plush booth, as he saw a pretty blonde come out and begin to dance. He nodded along to the music and watched the blonde begin to dance. The waitress returned with his drink, and he tipped her generously. He motioned to one of the club's security guards and asked pointing to the stage "What's her name?" the security guard shrugged and said "Syrina...something." Giovanni shooed the guard away and continued to watch.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 1:03:14 GMT -6
When Syrina danced, she often forgot about the things around her and the men who grabbed at her. Her brilliant blue eyes popped with the dark make-up surrounding them. She looked around the room as she spun around the pole a time or three. It still felt awkward dancing first, she had to admit, she liked having more men around then fewer. She teased the men that sat around the stage, taunting them with her body. She even saw some of the guards watching her movements.
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Post by Omen*^* on Jun 18, 2009 7:41:43 GMT -6
Omen was surprisingly located in the club at the moment. She hated places like this, yet surprisingly they had some of the best alcohol. It was the only reason why she came to such "run down" joints. Omen closed her eyes, she was in her typical attire of green and black. Her lolita outfit was hid nicely away in her closet at home. Her body suddenly jerked forward though. Twice, the first being a little less violent then the second. Blood came out of her mouth, dropping onto the table. It looked like a little, spiket of blood came from her mouth. Omen groaned slightly. One of the idoits had hit her really hard in the stomach earlier, she was begining to pay for it now.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 9:25:39 GMT -6
Giovanni saw a woman drink and then her body began to jerk. Giovanni instead of getting up and seeing what the problem was, or even sending one of his guards, he merely returned his attention to the dance on the stage. He picked up his drink and took a nice long sip of it, trying to put the woman out of his mind.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 12:21:39 GMT -6
Syrina caught glimpse of the woman who seemed to be having some problems. She watched her for a moment, still dancing of course. She was a curious person but, she stayed at a distance, it kepted her out of trouble that way. She returned to taunting the men around the stage, something that seemed to get her some good money. She continued to run her hands over her body. She was coming to a close of her turn but, she was one to dance to the very end of her turn and not use the water off as part of the routine.
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Post by Omen*^* on Jun 18, 2009 13:15:31 GMT -6
Omen took a slow breath and carefully exhaled. She slowly closed her eyes for a few moments. Her ears twitched slightly, listening to ever little sound in the room. She slowly saw up again and shook her head slightly, allowing her hair to become more messy then it already was. Omen smirked slightly as she sat up again and casually looked around the area for a moment. This place....it disgusted her so. She growled quietly. Omen was tempted to take another drink, but decided against it. She needed her stomach to calm down before drinking alchole again....damn it....
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 18:40:19 GMT -6
Finally, Giovanni couldn't stand it any longer. "Damn it" he muttered as he put his drink down on his table and stood up. He walked over to the stage, and pulled out three hundred dollar bills and said "This is for you beautiful," and holding out the money for the dancer to take, he turned to the woman who had distracted him he asked "Is there anything I can help you with? You appear to be injured, yet you still remain in my club. Are you all right?"
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 18:52:48 GMT -6
Syrina took the money and looked at the girl Giovanni was talking to. She watched for a moment before being rudely asked by one of patrons to continue on. She turned and danced, it was her job to do so. She placed the money down her top and danced for the still interested patrons. She tried to ignore the conversation going on between Giovanni and the mystery woman.
** short, i know.
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Post by Omen*^* on Jun 18, 2009 18:57:38 GMT -6
Omen's head slowly turned towards the rather richly dressed man. Her motions seemed almost cat like. She seemed to look him over up and down for a moment before speaking in her usual low and rough voice, "Some cheapasses slammed me earlier, I'm paying the price for it now......" Her eyes glanced over at the glass in her hand. It was like she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. The devil wished for her to drink, but the angel screamed at her to keep her little health while she did.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 18, 2009 19:01:07 GMT -6
Giovanni frowned "Really? Is that so? So you got slammed by someone. You come to my club. You get blood all over one of my tables, and you distract the patrons. So tell me, what is your name?"
*Short yes, but the story must go on.
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Post by Omen*^* on Jun 18, 2009 20:53:12 GMT -6
A slow, rather wicked smile crossed Omen's lips. She wasn't trying to impress anyone here, that was for hell sure as she looked up at the man. "Omen" Her voice was dark, almost to the point it'd be considered demonic. Her normal voice resembled that of a low alto. Her voice was now about two octaves lower, sounding more like a baritone male voice, almost a low baritone. Omen honestly wouldn't mind seeing the colors of his inners and perhaps give a good fuck later before the body lost it's wamrth. She knew better then to try that crap here though. She'd have her own skull blasted right off her head if she tried something that idiotic.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 19, 2009 18:59:57 GMT -6
Giovanni frowned and replied "Omen? What kind of shit name is that?" but Giovanni shrugged and thought at least she is rather attractive, albeit it looks as if she would rather rob a graveyard than fuck me. Giovanni shook his head and returned to his booth and said to Omen "Come over here. I wish to have a word with you."
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Post by Omen*^* on Jun 20, 2009 6:18:15 GMT -6
Omen was about to reply with something rather smartass about himself but she decided against it. She narrowed her eyes, seeming to read his mind. She knew that look anywhere 'Corpses tend not to scream when you hit them' She tought with a low, yet highly amused chuckle. She watched him strode over to his seat and beckon for her to follow. She picked up her glass and followed him, almost reluctantly.
Her steps were rather quiet. It might have been because the boots she wore, the bottom was close to coming off. Though by the way she did keep her own pace, it almost looked ghastly. Then again, someone could probably guess cadaverous if they met her in an dark place in the wrong time and area. She took a seat down opposite of him. Omen set her glass down and simply let her rather wolven looking nails run along the rim of the glass.
It was simple to judge from just looking at the two. Omen grew up on the rough side of the street while this man looked as though he came right out of luxuary. Then again, Omen preferred to dress "roughly" due to the fact that it did keep most people from messing with her. She seemed to hold a secret grudge against humanity as it was. 'Damn it, I wish I had one of those heads strapped onto my belt' She thought with a sly smile.
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