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PostPosted: Mon Feb 05, 2018 3:28 pm    Post subject: Worlds Collide ((18+)) Reply with quote

((Many thanks to Regina and her lovely mun for collaboration on this SL.))

January 23rd - Tuesday - Mid-Morning

Roni, for the most part had fallen into a routine of drowning herself in work during the day, and filling the rest of her time busy with the people she cared about that were still in Rhy'din. Freddy, Mist. It helped. On nights where her loneliness and the empty feel of her apartment swallowed her up, or the nightmares got too bad, she drowned herself in Liquor. It wasn't healthy coping, but hey, temporary fixes. Today was one of those days that she got lost in work, because the night before had been one filled with little sleep. To cheat, the coffee pot was plugged in, and on her desk, as was the creamer and sugar.

Spread out on the desk before her was a myriad of papers, printed, hand scrawled notes, photographs. Somewhere was a few sheets of shredded paper, and the computer was up and running, several different searches on different tabs. Most of the rest of the office reflected the mess on her desk. Papers everywhere, notes scrawled and stuck to the wall, reminders for a rather busy and chaotic mind. At the exact moment, Harry was off somewhere else.

In through the front door of the agency steps a woman of medium height with rainbow dyed hair. Dressed in business casual, she looks around a bit. "Think I've found the right place. .." she mumbled to herself. Under her arm is a manilla portfolio.

It took a moment before she actually looked up from her spread of papers, to the rainbow haired woman that just walked through the door. "Right place? If you're lookin' for the Fallen Cross Detective Agency, Yeah. You got the right place." There was a glance around. "Pardon the mess. Uh. Hi. I'm Roni." As she spoke, she shuffled her papers into a pile, and tossed a manilla folder on top of it to cover everything up. A couple quick taps had the computer screen darkened. Client confidentiality. Then she was on her feet.

I'm Regina Appleton. " she returned with a friendly smile. "And I was hoping you could help me."

"Regina." This is murmured thoughtfully. The name was familiar, like she had heard it somewhere. "Sure. I prolly can help ya. What are we needin' help with?"

Her nimble fingers hold out the folder. "Missing persons case. A child was abducted from her home, the parents slain. This sort of work falls out of my realm of expertise. "

She blinks a couple of times at that. "Missing persons I've done. Not with murder tied in. Most of the time it's runaways." As she spoke she reached out to gingerly collect the offered folder. Then she opened it, and started scanning over what was inside.

It's a report right out of a precinct. Statements from neighbors, family, and employers. "The attack looks random from all evidence, but the girl being taken seems the actual goal. "

"There hasn't been any ransom note or nothin'?" This is asked as she continued looking over and nosing through the report. If there were crime scene photos, that's where she'd linger longer.

"None, the family want terribly well off. Middle income. Father worked the docks, the mother street corners." Not to savory a picture. "Father's body was found in the kitchen, we're guessing that was the point of entry. Mother upstairs in the girls bedroom."

"Mmh. Alright." She paused, and started digging through the desk drawer, until she produced a notepad, and grabbed a pen off the desk. She started scribbling. "Girl's how old?" A pause. "You know if there was debt owed by the family, or uh.. stuff like that? Dirty secrets, even rumors you've heard?"

"Little girl with 6 years old, as for the rest it's hard to say either one of the parents could have seen something they weren't supposed to given their professions." Regina smooths down her skirt with her fingers before taking a seat across from her Roni at the desk.

Her cheeks puffed out. "She could have been taken for anything. But... there wasn't any of her blood at the scene or any sign she was harmed?" More scribbling was done she moved back on over to her chair and dropped back into it, so she didn't pace around like a mad creature. "Know who her mother worked the streets for?" If not, she was gonna have a lot of work starting out. There's a grim frown pulling at her features.

"That lead is still being followed by the Watch, but this smells of underworld done and they won't talk to Watch." That much felt clear. "Well detective, well you take the case? "

"Underworld done." She paused and worried her lower lip a moment. "M'certian I'll be able to get someone to talk." A moment's hesitation comes, before she's nodding. "Yeah. This is somethin's big. There's a child a risk. And if I can find 'er, M'not gonna let anyone stop me."

"How shall you receive payment? " Because in her world money is free.

There's a tilt of her head. "It's however you wish, and whatever you put as a value for such a job. I never set prices, because sometimes the things people have as payment aren't monetary, but I will never turn away someone because of how much or how little they have. It is how much they are willing to give up, and how dear it may be."
She gave Regina a curious look after a moment. "This girl. Once we find her, does she have any family to take her in? And I mean good family."

She arches a brow at that payment policy. "An aunt on another city. I don't know anything beyond that. You and I both know that the longer she is missing, the less a chance the is to find her. " Alive anyway.

She's fae. It's probably the only truly fae-like thing she does when it comes to running business. But where most people without fall short, the wealthy well make up for, well over. And word was always quick to spread with happy clients, so it worked. "And Yeah. I know. Which means I need to get crackin' on some things. Like followin' leads and stuff like that. " She sucked in a deep breath. "How long has it been?"

"A day. The attack was last night, the crime reported this morning by a neighbor who noticed the change in family routine. " She's grim sounding.


"A day. Alright. I suppose I need to start digging into things and searching for leads and bustin'... uh... yeah. Leads. Any suggestions from you on where to start?" She coughed, and took a moment to grab her now cold coffee and sling back a few mouthfuls of it.

"At the scene of the crime naturally. There were things I couldn't look for with armed guards breathing down my neck. You might find something I could not.

"Alright." Pause. "Am I gonna need any special clearances to get access to the crime scene, or no? Can I bring my camera and take my own pictures for future reference?"

Unprofessional as it may appear, Regina takes a leather bill fold from between her bosom, opens it and have Roni a business card. "Give the uni this, he'll let you through. "

Hey. Roni won't knock her. She'll appreciate in fact. She wished hers were a fraction of big enough to make good pockets. She took the business card offered, and eyed it, before she was stretching across her desk to grab her purse and fish out her wallet. "And if you hear any updates, let me know, yeah?" She fished out one of her own cards and offered it in return.

She accepts the card in return with a smile, "Of course. You and I both know that in a day, the Watch will write this missing child of as a lost cause. That's why I'm seeking outside help. "

"And I will not." There's a pause, and a moment she she swallowed a lump in her throat. "No child deserves to live a life in fear, like I'm certain she will if kept alive. " There's a pause, and a defiant tilt of her head. "M'not gonna give up on her."

She stands up at that, her smile broadening. "I had a good feeling about you. Glad To see it wasn't just the shwarma I had for lunch."

"I really try." She beamed a touch of a smile. "I have a promise I am keeping." This is mused warmly, before she gestured. "There's too much negative in the world to have me putting out more." She shrugged. "Ypu want coffee or anything?" Never mind what time it actually was. She often lived in a world where she forgot what the hell time it was.

She tilts her head as if considering a specific thought but smiles instead. "Is it strong and thick?" Her question serious in delivery. "And we all need our driving forces."

"And yeah. I need it strong to survive." There's a half grin flashed her way, before she pulled open a drawer and produced a clean mug. Without hesitation she got busy pouring and setting out the creamer and sugar.

Ragina took her coffee much like she enjoyed her men; hot, dark, and free of additives. "Me too. Strong for hours and undiluted. "

"I like sweet. so normally mine has a ***-ton of sugar in it." There's a snicker that follows, and an amused smile. "I think I exist on the sugar partially."

"Too much sugar and I get jittery, that doesn't help the knife have stay steady." She comments with a laugh. " But we all have our coping mechanisms. In our line of work, just like cooks, everyone is on something. "

Finishing her coffee, Regina rose to her feet and offered Roni a grin. "I'll leave you to your work. Let's save the girl and **** up some bad guys. Yes? " The rainbow haired woman turns. Heading back the way she came.

“Oh **** yes, lets do so. They always look so dejected when you do!” There’s a smile that follows, before she waves. “I’ll get in contact with you if anything comes to mind!” This was called, before the woman was gone. It wasn’t long before she was digging through her desk until she had produced her camera bag, and a few other things. She scribbled a note for Harry, then she was on her feet and out the door. She had a Crime scene that she needed to poke around in.
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PostPosted: Tue Feb 06, 2018 5:01 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

February 5th - Monday - Late Evening

"Pimpin’ ain't easy..." Big hands steer a pepto bismol shade of pink El Camino down an alley, blasting Cop Killer at full volume from the Bose system. Coming to a stop, the largest Mexican most had ever seen gets out from behind the wheel. A towering figure dressed in a pink mink coat, black jeans, boots, and a white A-Shirt, Pimpy McPimperson could be both frightening and comical to behold.

He looks up and down the alley to see if anyone is watching before pounding a big fist on the back door of a building, waits for the little window slot to open up and then parlays with someone on the other side before being slid a paper sandwich baggie. "Thanky, thanky. Now remembers our accords. I's be back in a week fo' tha' next batch."

Freddy had taken complete and thorough notes on Pimpy and his various travels and places that he seemed to visit on a more normal basis. Tonight was the night that she had decided to approach him, and get some answers to the questions that she had, even if she had to bust a head or two. Given just who she was dealing with, and how she knew minds like that though, she had dug through her closet until she had found something black, slinky and body hugging. It came to a stop just above her knees, and was paired with a pair of low heeled leather boots, and a leather jacket that matched. That seemingly black hair of hers was pulled up into a ponytail that showed the rainbow colors hidden underneath. Somewhere not visible on her person is that pretty little sigma of hers.

She had arrived about thirty minutes before the meeting was supposed to happen, and took the time she waited to check up on her make-up, and scout the area beforehand, should she need to make a run for it, it was good to have a touch of an idea as to which way led to dead alleyways. Though the sound of a vehicle rumbling it's approach had her peering over the edge of the dumpster she wed currently taking cover behind. Quiet, she watched as the target she sought got out of the car and moved to knock on a back door. She watched the exchange, frowned a touch, and waited until it was over, and he was headed back to his car. It was that moment that she figured it was good to move an intercept him.

Careful steps carried her from behind the dumpster, before then, she started heading in his direction. The clack of her bootheels against the cobbles was what probably gave her approach away.

Something starts to chirp at his belt and Pimpy actually takes out a beeper of all things to look at the number. "Dayum....dat Trap House again. ****in' watsch stealin mah money..." He grumbles and shakes his head then hears the approaching steps. Pimpy turns to regard who's coming. His entire frame tensing defensively. This is Rhydin after all, even the Girl Scouts can be shady. "Whash you on about lil' mama?" He calls out.

She glanced up when he called out to her. There was a touch of feigned surprise on her features at his words, before her head tilted a little to the side. "Uh Hi." There's a pause, and her steps came up short as she approached him. "M'lookin' for uh." There's a pause, a moment where she made a point to look at a scrap of paper in hand. "Mister Pimpy McPimperson." It was incredibly hard for her to actually utter his name with a straight face, but she managed to do so. She figured it was easier to feign innocent and confirm it was indeed him, before she started busting some balls.

"Now whash you want wit a scoundrel like dat?" All grins now as he put hands on his hips with a little forward lean to look at her. Over the rim of his glasses, golden eyes look at her form in an appraising way. Like he's measuring her up for a new suit.

"I was lookin to ask 'em a question or two. Ya know where I can find him?" This was asked curiously, as she kept up with the innocent act.... Even if the look that those golden eyes of his were giving hr made every inch of her skin crawl. Appraising, like he was admiring a fine cut of steak. It was a look she was familiar with. Seemed like all the men in the sex industry had a habit of eyeing every lady like that. Or at least the attractive ones.

"Well yous gots a fine shimmy to your shake. What be the question or two fah him? I can pass it along as he and I are very well acquainted." The look remains for another moment and then is gone, masked by a lens of amusement at how many directions this could go.

He could pass it along. He wasn't outright confirming or denying that it was him, and in a split second there was an idea that came to mind. A very stupid and probably dangerous one, but it would end at a better chance of finding the girl than bouncing his head off his car would a couple of times. Plus, it would not alert him to the fact that someone was on to him. So she pushed that little feigned innocence. "I'm lookin' fer work." A pause. "Not on the streets. My Fiance made that clear, but certainly, he's got other jobs, yeah? M'good at keepin' the books, and a tidy records or... somethin' else."

Ker. Blink! Certainly threw him that's for sure. Pimpy blinks a time or two more and then scratches the back of his head. "You do know what he does for a livin, yeah? You just asked for a job that entails a lot of trust, as a stranger. Especially when all his girls start on the streets and then work they way up. Earn the rewards is his way. Start at the bottom and climb up the ladder."

"Yeah. I know what he does fer a livin'. " There was a quiet and determined look that flipped up to him after she spoke. "Fine. No bookkeepin'. Is there a ladder rung that I can start out at that doesn't involve such a leap of faith and avoids me suckin' some dude's knob for money? Dancer somewhere or somethin'? Cuz if not m’certain there's plenty of others that do, and would love ta have my pretty face."

He scratches his chin a bit and purses lips in thought. She is a cute little thing and could certainly bring in a good flow. "I'll see about gettin’ you an interview, but I'll tell you up front. He'll insist on an interview to see what you can do. And if I was you? Don't push. Just do what's asked and ya might keep that pretty head on your shoulders. The man's a real beast when his hackle gets up there." A hint maybe at what Pimpy really is? Hard to say. "That fair enough fo' yah?"

She listened as he spoke, worrying at her lower lip a moment, before she nodded. "An interview is understandable. Hirin' someone without knowin' their skills is bad business, yeah?" Then there's a pause and a wistful purse of her lips at the comment of doing what was asked and not pushing. "Duly noted. I do appreciate my head where it is." There's a pause. "How will he get into contact with me to set up an interview time?"

"Ya know the tavern on Dubois and Crushes, The Wankin' Trogladyte? Pimpy owns the place. Just show up, he'll be expecting you. He's got some dancers in there all the time." He hopes that's good enough for her.

"Tavern on Dubois and Crushes. The Wankin' Trogladyte. Alright. I dunno where it's at, but I'll find it." The name and street names were committed to memory. She hesitated for a moment, before she offered him a dazzling smile. "Thank you, Mister fer all yer help. I look forward to meeting him at the interview."

"And I don't doubt he's looking forward to it as well. Word to the wise, wear something flattering and maybe a little make up. Visit Sukie's Salon on Galviston and tell them ya got a meeting with Pimpy, they'll give you the royal treatment for free. All his girls get to make use of the salon for their womanly needs." He smiles brightly, even pleasantly and gets in the El Camino. "Lovely making your acquaintance, too bad ya not wanting to work the corners, I'd throw ya something generously."

"Alright. I'll try. I'll employ the Fiance's opinion for the outfit I wear. He has a good eye for what looks good on me. And Sukie's Salon will get me primped and pretty. For free. Free's always a good thing. I'll take full advantage of it.” He moved to get into his car, and she took a couple steps back, pausing at his last statement. "Alas, as wonderful as a startin' bonus would be, my relationship means more to me than money. Suppose it's a shame I didn't come lookin' fer a job a year ago." There's a dazzling smile that followed.

"Real shame, Missy. You look like a Top Dollar lady of the night." A friendly wave and he's driving off.

"Shame indeed." She agreed with a smile, "Thanks again!" And then lifted a hand to wave after him as he took off. The moment he turned out of the alleyway, the jovial look on her face dropped in a few seconds flat. Then she groaned, and turned, heading off to go and hunt down where she had parked. The whole time it took to get there, she asked herself over and over what the hell she had just managed to get herself into.
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PostPosted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Febuary 6th - Tueseday - Late Evening

She felt out of sorts. Wholly. It was freezing cold, she was wearing a skimpy outfit that felt like absolutely nothing, and was never a combination of items in her wardrobe she would have worn together... But she wanted to play the part of aspiring pole dancer, so it was a lace crop top that was more of a swath of lace and a triangle bikini, a pleated skirt, that barely brushed the upper half of her mid-thigh, a pair of clunky punk heels and a leather jacket that barely touched the top of her skirt, all in jet black. Her hair was pulled up into a lovely updo with a few rainbow curls pulled free, and her eyes were done up in a smokey purple, and heavily mascaraed lashes. She never in a million years would have actually walked out of her house like this.

Plus, she was stuffed in the back of a taxi, with a driver who smelled like he had eaten a whole bag of onions. He had picked her up at the beauty salon that had been suggested to her the night before, and almost immediately she had wanted to get out. At least the ladies at the salon were friendly chatty things, and had wished her luck. So there was that. But by the time he pulled up to the Wankin' Trogladyte , she already had a bill ready to cover the fair, and be generous in a tip. There was a quip of investing it in his hygiene, before she was out and on the cobbles in heels. She took a moment to square her shoulders and relax the tight hold she normally had over that seemingly natural charm all fae seemed to have. Then, with a dazzling smile stretched across her features, quick shuffling steps carried her for the door.

The Wankin' Trog was a blaze of techno and EDM on the inside despite the quiet exterior. Flashing lights felt like someone had set the light switch to RAVE as patrons lined the busy bar hassling the bartenders for their cocktails. A large dancefloor dominated the room where the masses gathered in sweaty, crushing, cloisters imbibing the latest street drug. Several of them downing red capsules of the Ascend pills.

There were eight raised platforms in the room where girls well out of reach of the crowd shook their asses and flashed their tits without care to who looked on, feeding off of the energy of the crowd. A woman in a giant martini glass towards the back was entertaining a group around her at a circular table using the oversized toothpick in creative ways with herself as the Olive.

A hulking bugbear at the door stops the new girl with a large paw. "You got ID?"

The inside flavor of the place was definitely not something that she was expecting, and each thing she saw seemed to raise her brow a little higher... At least until she realized that the bouncer at the door was a bugbear, and talking to her. A touch wide eyed. "Mhm! I've got ID. And Uh. Mister Pimpy McPimperson should be expectin' me. I have an interview with him."

As she spoke, she teetered in place, and dug through her purse, until she produced a wallet. Everything that could have possibly led to her being anyone but the Lilly Clarke the Id she produced claimed she was, had been left, locked in her desk back at the agency. Harry had a note about her going under cover. The ID itself is offered up to the bugbear to inspect. Meanwhile there's some grumbling about the cold, as she's definitely shivering

A furry hand snatches up the ID and gives it a sniff, beady black eyes squint at the print and look for anything out of date. He hands it back to her and steps aside. "Up the stairs at the back, he's got a private viewing room where he samples the new meat. Hope you left your pride in your closet with the rest of your clothes." A hand gives her a firm, but gentle push towards the stairs.

It was a fake.... but it was practically undetectable. It pays to have friends in high places sometimes. She stared at him a moment, wide eyed at his comment, before she snorted. "I think it might be in the same box I left my *** to give. Hope you have a fight or somethin' to break up tonight." Ever so sweetly as she plucked her ID back from him, and took a couple tottering steps with his gentle pushing. Then, cursing everything, she's taking more confident strides since there's no cold make her shiver, for the stairs and up, not... quite sure what she was getting into, but the greeter's words didn't help.

The door mentioned was marked 'Viewing Room' and inside was incredibly quiet. The sound of the raging club beyond muffled to a quiet murmur. There, lounging on a sofa sat Pimpy himself decked out in head to toe pink like he'd been assaulted by ballerina's with paint rollers. A thick gold chain with the letters PM in brilliant jade hung around his mulatto skinned neck.

The man looks to her with a broad smile, his one Rose' studded tooth glittering where it broke the brilliant white of his teeth. "How's ya gurl? Bet you wadn't expectin' dis wash you?"

Two other men were in the room with him at opposite end close to other doors. Possibly exits were one to guess. Dressed like what they were, hired protection, neither made a move before looking to Pimpy. "Go on, search da girl for anything untoward. Can't have a repeat of that last bitch pullin’ the switchblade out her snatch. To think my fingers had been up in there, coulda lost my bowling hand."

She was surprised by the quiet that pervaded the room, when the rest of the place was so loud and noisy. Feigned surprise colored her features when she saw that the man from the night before was indeed, Pimpy. Roni knew that, Lilly on the other hand did not. There's a smile that flickers across her features. "I'm g-good. Surprised, because I was not expecting you at all. You deceived me mister." She waggled a finger his way, playfully.

"A switch blade where?" This time the surprise is genuine. "Actually nuh. I don't wanna ask." The hell was she getting herself into? She keeps asking that. She honestly had no answer. Then her eyes swung towards the two men in their approach, before she thrusted her purse out at them. "There's a sigma in here. Unloaded. Clip's in the side pocket. Fiance insists I carry it for protection. but I thought it'd be respectful ta unload it 'fore I came in."

"We had a girl up in here a few nights ago, askin’ bout some kid that done got snitched. Bitch went in the bathroom naked, came out with a switchblade. Was crazy. My other guard, Earl got shanked right in his neck before these boys could subdue her. Now enough of that unpleasantness. Rourke, you take the lady's purse and check for the sigma and other stuff. Mickey, you give her a nice and gentle pat down. She's a nice girl, not like that other'n we had to give flyin’ lesson to." The men follow their assigned tasks with little emotion.

"Geeze. People truly are crazy sometimes." Slow blink, before she handed over her purse. The mentioned gun and clip were exactly as she told them they were, apart from that, there was all sorts of typical purse stuff. Tin of mints, keys, makeup, and lady products even. She shifted on her feet after a moment, before she held out her arms, and complied with being pat down, and searched for other things she may have been trying to hide. The search would have turned up nothing though.

Mickey was thorough in his search and gentlemanly. Combing fingers through her hair to see if anything was hidden in them, didn't just pat down her sides and legs but ran his hands up and down her spine to look for hidden sheaths. These were professionals, not street thugs. Each inner thigh was given a feel before he gave a gesture to Pimpy. "Short of a cavity search, she's clean McPimperson." Mickey's voice was far too high to be natural. There's probably a story to how a 6'5 black man sounds like an animated mouse.

He was indeed through, and gentlemanly about the search, and that was something that she could appreciate. Once he was finished, she shifted, and resumed a more relaxed position. Then Mickey spoke, and her attention swung his way. Her eyes had so many questions, but her lips pressed tight as she refrained from voicing any one of them. Quiet, and given that she hadn't been spoken too, she didn't try to change it. Because... well. Quiet little dolls were always appreciated, yes? At least from what she had learned in experience.

"Now, bring your sweet little self over here and lemme get a good lookin’ at ya" He motions her over, actually sitting up now to be all business. A rolled up blunt rests on the table at his knee, lazily smoking itself.

"Mmh. Yessir." She rushed the words together in what could possibly be perceived as a touch of interview nerves, before she made her way on over to him, heels clipping against the floor as she went. Steps slowed as she made her approach, and a familiar smell had her attention dancing towards the blunt that was smoldering away. Then her attention rolled back to him.

He adjusts his seating and makes come hither gestures for her to get closer. When she does he doesn't touch her, just looks her over in that same appraising way. "Now give us a slow spin, right in a centrawl circle. Lemme see ya shake dat ass for me a little."

Lilly, had spent her way dancing her way through college. So she knew how this worked. Roni knew because she had been groomed for all kinds of various entertainment. There's a moment where she shifted on her feet, and did just as instructed, she twirled in a slow circle, and wiggled her backside in what could be considered a distracting thing.

"Mmm, mm, mmm." The sound not unlike someone looking at a succulent piece of ham about to be carved. He runs a hand along the small of her back towards her ass for a firm fondle. "You're gonna break hearts gurl."

Yeah. She definitely believes that being looked at like a piece of meat was only a turn on if you actually had feelings for said person. When his had found the small of her back, and started traveling lower, she took it as a good opportunity to turn back around to face him. "Oh I don't doubt that at all. I can already hear the heart broken cries already." Playfully.

He's looked her over thoughtfully. The man just lets his hands wander across her skin in that sleazy way of most like him. "Now...for the real interview. Most'a mah gurls that work here, see...I've got a bit of dirt on them. Since I din' get the chance to do the same to you...had a thought to just get something here on the fly. Yah'mean?" He nods to her while sitting back in a very familiar slouch on the sofa, widening his legs to be on either side of her knees. "Said ya gots a fiance, right? What's his name?"

"Yeah, I think so." There's a pause, before she canted her head to the side. Dirt meant that no one did him dirty, and listened, or at least that was what she was figuring. As for that wandering hand of his, so long as it didn't try to delve under clothing, she stayed still. The question of a fiance has her nodding vigorously. "I do." There's a moment, before her thoughts ticked back to the morning before, and how Freddy had come in like a storm and chased her sadness away. There was a touch of that stupid happy smile, and a blush that found her cheeks and made those lovely freckles of hers a little more prominent. "His name's Eddie Campbell."

"Eddie Campbell, I'll remember that name. You love this Eddie? Want nothin’ to happen to him or you, right, cher?" He asks in a silky smooth way.

There a brief curious look that finds him, before she nodded. Lilly loved her Eddie. Dearly. "I do love 'em. With all my heart." A pause, before she was shaking her head. "Yeah. Don't want no trouble. Just wanna help 'em make ends meet. I danced a few years ago in college. Paid the bills. Hopin' to do that again."

"There's a teensy bit of initiatin' to go through, ya see? " Pimpy's hands keep themselves to the topical contours of her legs as he speaks. Rourke removes a cigarette case from the inner breast pocket of his jacket and opens it. Eight blunts sit neatly arranged, rolled in gold leaf on purple velvet. The case is set down on the table near Pimpy.

"A teensy bit of initiation?" The curiosity on her face is genuine as she shifts and turns a little to peer at the case and the pretty blunts within as Rourke produced and settled them on the table. They looked like gold sticks, or something akin to that. Teeth caught her lower lip a moment, before her attention swung its way back towards Pimpy.
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PostPosted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 8:28 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"In this town there's no way to know wash watt. Elfs, fae, vamp, all dem tings." He continues. "Den da Man comes out with that drug Ascend. Now errybody can find out who's playin' wolf in sheep's clothing."

"There are all kinds of people here." There a slight nod, before she continues to listen as he explained it. "And you give this ta all the girls, just so none of 'em surprise ya, don't ya?" There's a curious cant of her head. This should be fun. Wolves in sheep's clothing…. Considering everything she was quite certain that she could be considered as such to him and his ilk.

"Something of that nature. See, me and the boys take that drug, crush it up with some herb for a mighty high..." He's grinning now as he takes one out and lights it. The ensuing smoke is the prettiest shade of green.

"I suppose then..." She trailed off a moment and watched as he lit it. The color of the smoke was definitely the prettiest shade of green, and very unlike normal smoke that came from soley the herb. "I am in for an interestin' night." This is mused softly.

The gold in his irises shines brighter as they turn to a reptilian dilation. "But...The mo' you imbibe, the better ya control."

Which was absolutely lovely. Because she enjoyed taking mystery drugs, especially when talk of control was involved. "This'll be the first time." Not for herb, but for the drug it was laced with. And probably for the first time since she had arrived at the salon, she told the truth.

A jagged toothed smile splits his features while offering the blunt to her. "If ya hiding sumtin’, besht let it out. Da herb well do it fo' ya."

"M'not human, if that's whatcha mean. Or the girl I swore was my best friend in college was actually my girlfriend." There's a pause, before she reached out to take the blunt as he offered it out to her. Soon enough, she tucks it between her lips, and draws, cheeks dimpling a touch with the inhale. The smoke was held a moment, before she let it out, and simply decided that instead of fighting with it, she'd drop her glamour now.

It wasn’t much of a change, but those abyssal hues expanded to include the sclera. Feathers, fluttered at her eyes like fancy fake eyelashes, and fluttered a fringe behind each of her ears. They were all black as midnight with the exception being the second feather down in each cluster, which was the stark opposite, in a snowy white. Ears came to a rather tapered slim points. Her skin seemed a touch paler, and the incisor teeth within her mouth were elongated, sharp needle points. There was almost an animalistic grace that seemed to linger in her movements.

Pimpy watches her closely as the drug enters her system. Like a flower blooming, the man nods carefully to himself. "Take a few more hits..." his voice turning hypnotic.

A few more was three, or somewhere close. Already she could feel the pleasant hum of herb in her bloodstream, along with something else she couldn't quite place. "Alright." Once again the question of what the hell she was getting herself into came to mind. Soon enough, the blunt came to find her lips a couple more times. Draw and exhale such pretty little clouds of green smoke.

"Now tell me take a seat on my lap and tell me all about this...Eddie.." Pimpy's voice turns to absolute audible silk as he watches Lilly indulge herself. "Make yourself at home, we're all friends here..."

She finally figured she had fallen somewhere along the line of a few hits by now. He asked for her to sit on his lap. There's a moment where she weighs listening, or not, then decides it's good to listen. Something he said last night encouraged the thought. There's a shift and shuffling of her feet, before she moves to perch on his lap. "What about 'em? He works a lot of odd jobs down dockside, and up till recent was takin' care of his Mama. She was sick. That's why money's so tight." There was one last drag taken for good measure, before she offered the blunt back to him. She figured for the most part, she might as well ride whatever high was coming, because there was no avoiding it now.

His fingers drag along the exposed skin of her navel as she talks. A predatory smile tugs at his lips in the briefest flash. "He very protective of you?"

The blend of drugs in her system made it easier to stand his touch... Light along her navel, and in combination with the drugs, more than enough to stir a warmth that has her lower lip being chewed on. "Mmhm. He's very protective. I'm certain he'll be here to watch me often as well."

"Just watch? I don't think I could stand back and watch something of mine in that way.'"
That lone nail travels the length of her abdomen to gently touch her lower lip.

"Well I'd be workin' so it's not really like he can do more than watch, right?" That trailing finger of his earned a shiver and a soft rumbly sound. His finger found her lower lip just as it was curling with a grin. "I'm certain after my shift I won't be able to get home before he's takin' all that watchin' and and not doin' out on me." Not that it sounded like she minded that.

"Some of the...guests can get rather hands-on with the girls. They choose their own acts..." Pimpy keeps the conversation casual as his hands keeps up the light raking of nails over her skin.

That earns Pimpy a wide eyed and curious look. "Hands on. How hands on is hands on?"

"Depends on how well you like getting tipped," he answers with a lewd chortle against her back. His nostrils inhales her scent as he breathes against her neck. The hot breath cascades over her skin gradually.

"I see." Awesome. The thought was bitter, and quickly shuffled off to be worried about a different time. Feathery lashes fluttered, before her eyes closed at the warmth of breath at her neck. She smelled of smoke, damp caves, underneath the scent of what was surprisingly expensive perfume.

The man's voice continues its hypnotic drone while he leans into her more. "I'm glad. See, we're all one big family here. No secrets, no drama...just parts to play and customers to satisfy..." Pimpy trails off as if uttering a command word, knowing Ascend is working its magic.

He pressed against her more, and briefly, the urge to flee surfaced, only to be dragged back down to the back of her mind by the drugs in her system, and the breath still across the back of her neck with every word he uttered. "That's a good way to run a business. Secrets and drama cause stress, stress is bad and leads to high tensions. Which can be bad fer the customers." She pauses, and twists so she can peer up at him. "What is my part?"

"Your part is easy..." he murmurs in response and laces fingers into her hair so that his fingernails scrape along her scalp, to set the nerves alight. "Enjoy yourself and go with the flow...." His breath drifts along her neck once more with a hand coming to rest on her thigh.

"It is?" Questioned softly, before his fingers found her hair, and nails her scalp. There's a shiver, a low rumble of a purr in the back of her throat, while she eased back and relaxed against him. "That seems like an easy enough job."

As she leans back against him, Pimpy shifts for her to settle more centrally into his lap and whispers, "Dance for me...." His legs rested on either side of her thighs.

Dance for me....

Such soft words, a little encouragement, it was all she needed before she lost nearly all her inhibitions. They were carried off quickly by the mixture of pot and ascend humming through her bloodstream. She lost herself to the hammering beat of her heart, Pimpy’s groping wandering hands, which only encouraged the rocking sway of hips that danced in time with the tempo of the faint music she heard from outside of the room. She lost herself in the flood of sensations that washed over her from breath, hot on her neck, wandering hands and insistent mouths.

She was falling. Spiraling out of control down into the rabbit hole of a world that made her everything she was today, and everything unpleasant in life that she wanted to run from…. She could only hope that she would manage to claw her way back out again.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 1:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

February 7th - Wednesday - Sometime After Midnight

Coming down from anything always sucked…. But coming down after one had been a willing participant in being used like a tissue, and discarded afterwards only made coming down that much worse. The fae had been turned loose to her own devices on the tail end of her high brought on by her own reluctant imbibement. She had toddled her way along the cobbles in those precarious highheels, before she rounded a corner, then despite the cold pried her feet out of those stupid heels. Barefoot, her walking continued. She didn’t call for a cab to come and rescue her away home, she didn’t have the effort, or the will to deal with another sweaty onion smelling cab driver.

For the longest part of her walk, her mind drifted, floating along on the rest of the high, and not dwelling on exactly just what had transpired earlier in the evening. And then, she reached the fringe of the marketplace, and suddenly, everything just crashed. All the exhaustion she had felt in the past day came up to swallow her whole. She wanted to act like the past few hours had been nothing much more than a dream. Sadly, the crash and burn had absolutely no intentions of letting her do that. The memories of the past few hours came back with the force of hurricane winds. It had been relatively at first, but them Pimpy had demanded that she imbibed…. And then it all snowballed out of control. Everything always seemed to be out of her control.

Once again she had been nothing but a plaything for the whimsy of a man in a perceived position of power. Used. Abused. Drugged and manipulated. Her bare feet had well gone numb by now, dragging her along in a path she wasn’t quite paying attention to. Mindless, lost. Her brain was everywhere at once, but nowhere in the same. The streets were surrealy abandoned. Somewhere an unfeeling foot met a uneven cobble, and the combination sent her ankle rolling out on her. Her form went sprawling, and her attempt to catch herself failed miserable, considering the fact that her hands were full of stupid stripper heels.

She couldn’t even walk herself home without screwing it up in some way. Defeated, she laid still where she had fallen.

Pathetic…

Useless…

Nothing better than a pretty little doll, used when others deemed fit.

Dirty.

Violated.


Anxiety, guilt and Post Traumatic Stress, were absolutely nasty monsters. Ones that weaved their ways into her body. Guilt settled in her stomach, heavy like a rock in a churning sea, anxiety tightened a fist around her heart, making it beat harder like it was desperately trying to escape, and smothered her lungs, making it difficult to breathe, and post traumatic stress…. Well that crawled that way into her brain and wreaked havoc on her emotions. It’s funny how something as simple as ending up on the ground when vulnerable enough, is just what’s needed in mind to tip the scales. There, in the middle of an abandoned street, just into the early morning hours, a sob broke free. Then another, and another. They became relentless, breathless, broken.

She lost track of the tears that came and went, lost count of the hurried forms that rushed past, ignoring her, lost track of how much time was swallowed up as she came unglued. She sobbed until her eyes were dry and devoid of any tears left to shed, until her voice was hoarse and crackly, barely there. Silent, empty, she sat there for the longest time feeling nothing. Then slowly, it was replaced by a low boiling anger.

Tired, tired. Exhausted. And angry. She was so tired of men walking all over her, thinking that they owned her, or were entitled to a touch because she had a pretty face and they had some kind of right in their mind. If it hadn’t been for a certain curly haired man, she probably would have waved a white flag by now, and assume that they were all the same. Maybe it would be easier that way. Thought of Freddy had the memories of the past few hours burning her guilt even brighter. They had no label for whatever it was between the two of them, but it still didn’t chase that fact away. With a frustrated growl, low in the back of her throat, she flung one of the two heels. The sound of shattering glass of a shop window drew her abyssal gaze.

Satisfying. There was something incredibly satisfying about it. The alarm that wailed on the other hand, was not. Something about it seemed to snap her back to the present reality, and after a considering glance, the second shoe was sent sailing for another shop window. More shattering glass, followed by a shriller, wailing alarm. Somewhere… off in the distance came the wail of sirens, and for a moment, she looked torn, then spun into motion. Onto her feet. Run. Running was a good thing, as ending up in a jail cell would not bode well. Cold numb feet, thankfully did not fight her in this, and she was gone, well far enough away by the time anyone showed up on the scene.

The rest of her night would not be spent sleeping like she wished, but showering in water so hot it left her skin red, and scrubbing so vigorous that it was left raw. An attempt at sleep after was met with nightmares, which led to lots of pacing and the lovely habit of trying to drown her brain out in booze, lest it get so loud that she couldn’t function.

It’s often that the question of what the everloving hell she was doing came to mind more times than she could count as the morning made itself known.
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 17, 2018 12:22 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

February 12th - Monday - Late Morning

Roni had up and disappeared on Sunday. Not a word to anyone on where she was going, but after the week she had so far, who could blame her? A short respite, away from everything in the comfort of her best friend's home. And she arrived back in Rhy'din early this morning. She took her time to fall apart, and put herself back together. Then she took a little more time and a cold washcloth to chase away the puffy redness from her face. Once she was more put together, she gathered herself, and set out to find something for breakfast.... Which ended with her sprawled in her desk chair at the Agency, box of donuts on her desk, along with notes she was chewing over and over in her head. Finally, she huffed a sigh, dug out her phone and shot out a text or three to a certain curly haired person.

Text to Freddy: hey we gotta compare notes eventually
Text to Freddy: meet me at the agency? i have donuts
Text to Freddy: i vote you grab the coffee on the way


It was a surprisingly short time from when Roni sent the text, to when there was a knock on the agency's door. Probably a goofy thing to do since it was a place of business, but he did it anyway. Immediately opening the door, strolling in with a small paper sack and a little tray with two insulated paper cups balanced in one hand. "You know, Slim. When great minds go at it, they really go at it. Sorry for the stalking...well, not really...but I noticed when you got back into town this morning and figured you could do with the right kind of harassment to brighten your day." Eyeing the fae sprawled in her chair and coming to the conclusion that he was most certainly right in his assumption.

That was indeed a surprisingly short time before there was a knock on the door, and her attention ticked that way... Then Freddy made his way in. Almost immediately, there was a tug of a smile stretching across her features that was only fueled by the words that came with his arrival. "See. I think yer like the only person that I don't mind stalkin' me. Ya do it for good reasons." This is mused as she shifted and pulled herself out of her sprawl and to her feet. Siobhan had stalked her for good reasons too. Maybe it was just a theme that fell among the important people in her life. "And I'm okay with the right kinda harassment." This is mused as she made Grabby hands his way. Hard to tell exactly what they're for.

"Someone has to keep your best interests in mind. You do such a piss poor job of it yourself." Grinning as he held the arm with the food and coffee away from her. "Nuh uh. For sneaking away without a heads up and causing me no end of worry, as well as for the yummies I bring...you need to show your gratitude in an appropriate manner. Hugs and smooches, then coffee and breakfast sandwiches."

"Hey. I try to, for the most part. It's not my fault they get ignored sometimes." This is mused in response. There was a squint that followed him holding the delicious goodies away from her, along with a brief pout. "I didn't mean to worry you, if that helps." Softly spoken, as she is scooting in close so that she could wrap him up in a hug. "And I missed you." Her head tilted back a touch, before she leaned up to give him kisses as well. Was such a small price to pay. And it was Freddy. Like she'd even be bothered by it.

Smiling into the kisses, a sure sign that all was forgiven. A light pat on her backside as he lowered his arm with the goodies. "Good. If you missed me, that means you weren't replaced by a pod person. Come on. Let's get something more substantial than cigarette smoke and your homemade brown sludge into you. I got you a mocha. Figured it would make your sweet tooth happy." One arm wrapped about her waist, he lead her back towards the desk so he could set everything down. "There are four sausage, egg, and cheese croissant sandwiches in the bag. Eat as many as you like. I had one before coming over." He knew she could pack it away like an empty landfill, so he came prepared.

Smiling was a good sign. She took that as all was forgiven. "No, no. I was not replaced by the pod people. I just needed to see my best friend. Past week's been rough, plus Nick needed somethin’ he wanted to give Siobhan for Valentine's day. And it's not brown sludge. I know how to brew an okay pot of coffee. But Mocha should be a good change." She... really did not know how to make coffee. But she made it, which meant by all means, she was going to drink it, and half heartedly defend it. "Are they from that little place on the corner, not too far from here?" This is asked as her attention dropped down to the bag of food he set down once they reached her desk. Without trying to break away from the arm wrapped around her, she reached for the bag first, and pulled out one of the sandwiches.

There was a non-committal sound at her claim of being able to brew coffee. It was a mostly harmless delusion, so let her have it. "Glad to see you back in one piece. Makes me nervous when you head out that way without me." He didn't clarify why, though he was sure she already knew. "The food's from a little place on a corner not far from here. Whether it's the same one you're talking about, I have no clue. It passed my quality test, though, so you're good." It seemed she wanted to stay joined at the hip for a while longer. He happily obliged her.

She seemed to accept it as agreement, because she didn't press it or give him a strange look in turn. He didn't have to clarify why, as she knew exactly why. She kept the insistence that she'd be fine with Siobhan quiet, because he didn't need it. Sometimes the people who care worry even with reassurances. "It probably is the same place. It smells like it." She finished unwrapping the first sandwich and took a healthy bite, and chewed. "Tastes like it." This comes after she swallowed. Another moment of standing tucked up beside him lingered, before reluctantly she pulled away, and dropped back down in her chair. "So. Did ya hear anythin’ that may have been useful Friday?" This is asked with a quiet little light in her eyes. If he hadn't, she most definitely had.

"You mean did Eddie pick up any tidbits while skeeving around with the drunken pervs and small-talking the scantily clad waitresses?" His distaste mingled with a touch of amusement at the whole situation. "Surprisingly enough, most guys aren't eager to get into a conversation when they're busy fantasizing about a woman on stage grinding a pole. While the waitresses like to steer the conversation back to empty flattery to pad their tips." Shaking his head, pulling another chair over to sit next to Roni. "There wasn't anything that would help us track down our missing girl. I didn't spot anything obvious that would point the finger at Mr. McPimperson." Aside from a few impressive performances, his end of things had been a bust.

"Yeah, Eddie." This is mused simply, before she snorts. "Mmmh. Sounds like most places like that. Servers and the like at Zagan's den were trained the same way. Keep conversation light, fun, and unless expressly voiced, the drinks still comin'. There's psychology behind it all." She paused to shove a couple more bites of her first sandwich into her mouth, and washed it down with a swig of mocha. "Alright. Ya didn't spot anythin'. I suppose bein' just a 'nother girl who's been raked into the trap of dancin' has benefits...." She paused for dramatic effect and grinned. " 'pparently, Pimpy's found himself somethin' of a new favorite. From what I hear, she's a pretty little young thing. So... I have a very good feeling that, yes, we are barking up the right tree, and yes, once we have 'er to safety someone's gonna be receivin' the brunt of lots and lots of misdirected anger." Because.. well why else would the child be his favorite?

Sipping at his own coffee as he listened to Roni's information. "Raked into the trap of dancing. The guy gives reputable strip joints a bad name." A wry smirk curling his lips. "Did you happen to pick up any details about his pretty little young thing? Would be nice if we could move on to the extraction phase, followed by the sound pummeling of a creepy pedophile. And to get you out from under his questionable gaze. He's too off to be safe company for any length of time."

"That... That he does. As much as I dislike saying it, Zagan was a sleaze, but he was a respectable sleaze. Pimpy, the only respectable thing about him is that he'll help his girls out if they need it. But there's always a price." Scoffed. She had learned lots on the Friday, Saturday night combo she had been slated to dance for. And for the most part, the girls were all for letting her know what she was getting into. "I got a couple. He absolutely dotes on her. And his bodyguards, Ya met 'em when we met with Pimy 'fore I danced. Mickey and Rourke. They get sent on a lot of errands. I guarantee a lot of theses errands involve direct helping with the girl. So..." She gave him a pointed look. He was really good at the following and not being seen or noticed thing. So he made a good candidate for that job.

Tapping the side of his nose. "Message received. I'll get on Hunky and Dory tonight. See if they lead me anyplace interesting. If it turns out the girl is at one of their stops, I'll get a lay of the land. See what kind of dangers we're dealing with. Then call you with the details. We'll come up with a plan of attack for getting her out safely, rather than me charging in and gutting whoever seems like they'd rather have the girl stay where she is." If he'd been handling this one solo, that's probably exactly what he would have done. But seeing as he wasn't headlining this show, he'd let Roni call the shots.

"Good, good. Make sure ya take detailed notes. And that is probably the better of the ideas, yeah? Easy as it would be to charge in and be reckless, getting the girl out safe is first priority. So plannin’ helps with that." She nodded. And truth be told, maybe it was a good thing they both were working on the whole thing together, because it made thinking happen before action did. She figured it would help them both survive it in mostly one piece.

"Ins and outs. Head counts. Defenses. The whole nine yards. Don't worry. This kind of thing is old hat." It didn't seem to bother him too much that he was falling back into former work habits. Though that could very well be because it was in the service of a good cause. "Though if he has any little magical surprises waiting for us, I hope you have a good way to take care of them. My way can end up a little messy, if not downright painful. Quite often for me." Though his magical warping talent could also have violent consequences for innocent and not-so-innocent bystanders alike.

Sometimes she forgets that Freddy probably had more experience with stuff like that than she did. His list of things that he would keep a look out and make notes of, reminded her that such was the case. "Good deal." There's a pause, before she crammed the last couple bites of her first sandwich into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. "I uh... I'll figure out the magical part. Somehow. Maybe I can talk to Mist." She puffed out her cheeks briefly. "We'll keep the need for messy and painful on the down-low." A faint smile curled her lips, before she stretched and leaned so that she could catch his face with her hands, and pull him closer for a kiss. "Yer the best."

He lingered on the kiss, then drew back slightly, grinning. "Mmmm. You taste like breakfast." Dropping a quick wink at her. "And, yes, let's try to avoid messy and painful as much as possible. For us, anyway. My last desperate attempt at trying to circumvent magic left me broken more than I would have cared for." And in the hands of the last person he would have wanted as his savior. "Hence the emphasis on actual planning."

"Breakfast is always a good thing to taste like. Specially if it's good food." This is mused as she released his face and pulled back . "Though it'd be a terrible thing if ya decided that ya wanted to eat me." There's heavy sarcasm and mischief in those words. "And yeah. I can definitely understand that. Last time we didn't really have a plan, Siobhan and I both got our asses shot, soooo, completely understand."

"A terrible thing? Really?" There was a look of confusion on his face. "You seemed pretty thrilled about the prospect last time." His expression shifting into another grin. "Guess I'll have to figure out some other ways to keep you smiling." Draining more of his coffee. "The last thing we want is for anything to happen to your ass. I like it just the way it is."

"Mmmh. Absolutely terrible. Especially if you do a good job." She smirked at him, and wiggled just a touch. "And yes. Yer ass too. I like it just the way it is as well. So I suppose smart thinkin’ and plannin’ is mostly definitely a must." Mused. Though, by the look on her face, her thoughts were rather quickly straying from the prospect of work at thiiiis exact moment.

He knew that look and it was quite impossible for him to resist taking full advantage of what it implied. "So, now that we have our next course of action set and you've revitalized on some food and actual good coffee...what else can I do to keep you from being a sour puss?" A little quirk of an eyebrow.

"Oh. Well. Hmmm." Like she actually had to think of such a response, before she was shifting a little more in her chair. "There's lotsa things you could do. Though I do believe the first of 'em starts with lockin' the door, and puttin' up the Will return sign."

Abyssal hues watched as he moved to do just that. There’s nothing she can do to help the smirk that finds the curve of her lips.
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