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Post by annabella sophia larson on Apr 14, 2013 19:29:43 GMT -5
 when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER[/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
It was early evening by the time she was out of the casino, thousands of dollars richer of course, and back up to her room that she had decided to stay in for the weekend. She'd managed to nab two souls, both belonging to the filthy, unfaithful souls of thirty-something year old men. She smirked at the memories of how easy it had been to seduce them, whispering empty promises to them over shots of vodka and martinis. Her skills as a demon of violence and vanity were superb and while her usual job was one as an assassin, she'd taken the weekend off, so to speak, to round up a few souls. Hell was getting quite boring without any new faces to mess with. The residents of hell all looked the same after living there for two-hundred years.
Laughing to herself, the demon moved over to her mirror as she undressed, hands running over her naked body as she let out a content sigh. She then reached over and grabbed her bathing suit off of her dresser, humming a twisted tune to herself as she pulled on the outfit. She adjusted a few things, fixing her vibrant red hair, frowning when it didn't behave how she wanted it to right away, and then pulled her cover up over her head. She smiled at her reflection, fire swimming behind her black eyes.
The walk down to the largest swimming pool was uneventful and quiet. Most people were still in the casino, gambling their lives away, unaware that immortals walked among them, tempting them further into their obsession. This was there the demons of Greed worked their magic, and why this particular casino was doing so well. It was run by the Underworld. She smirked, walking over to the towel rack and grabbing a clean towel off of it before slinking over to a chair, when she removed her cover up and hung it over the back, setting her towel on top of that.
"Talking""Other character"[/size] 331 WORDSopen TAGGEDclick OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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Post by angelus michael baker on May 14, 2013 8:38:51 GMT -5
 LETTHERAINWASHAWAYALLTHEPAINOFYESTERDAY
BACKWHEREIBELONGINEVERFELTSOSTRONG
T E L L T H E W O R L D T H A T I M C O M I N G H O M E
It wasn’t often that he did this – left a note on the bedside table so Brian wouldn’t tear the house (or Hell) apart looking for them, grabbed Belle and headed out for a day with his oldest daughter. At two years old, she was old enough to start learning how to swim – with floaties on of course, he wasn’t about to risk her safety – and he’d found it laughably easy to sneak into the Resort pools. They were just a short walk through the woods away from the Manor grounds – if you knew the path through the thick trees, and he knew it well. He shifted his backpack on his back, smiling and helping Belle hop over stones in their path.
It was easy enough to charm his way into the pool, simply passing himself off as one of the Resort guests, a young father with his daughter in tow on vacation. ”Belle, wait!” He called as she tried to take off for the pool, chuckling and catching his squirming daughter. ”You gotta take your dress off first kid, and put your vest on. Here, I’ll help.” It didn’t take long for him to get her into the floatation vest, although she definitely squirmed through the process of getting sunscreen onto her. Keeping a careful eye on her, he claimed two chairs near a young woman where it wasn’t quite so crowded and spread their towels out over them. Pulling his shirt off, he folded it with Belle’s dress and put both into the backpack he’d brought along, chuckling softly to himself as he watched his daughter jump into the pool gleefully.
Glancing over, he gave his neighbor a cheerful smile. ”Good day for a swim, isn’t it?”
[/color] [/blockquote][/blockquote] notes ?! all my chars have kids they show up a lot XD words ?! dunno tagg ?! ani & open i guess?? wearing ?! OUTFIT ?credit ?! REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ Caution 2.0 [/color] [/size] |
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Post by annabella sophia larson on Jul 16, 2013 16:54:29 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
She hadn't bothered to bring anything with her down to the pool, it wasn't like she needed to eat or drink anything in order to survive, she could have gone her whole life without a single bit of human food if she had wanted to, but she did enjoy a good drink every now and again. Wine was one of her favorites. Red wine. It took a hell of a lot of alcohol to get her drunk, though. More than triple the amount that a human could safely consume. It shocked bartenders when she went on one of her drinking sprees, knocking down shot after shot without so much as a cough or a sputter. Ani didn't choke. She never choked.
The woman smirked, setting down in her chair as the sun beat down on her pale skinned body. Her skin was perfect, soft and blemish free, smooth like a baby's skin, and oh so very pale. It was a beautiful paleness. Everything about Ani was incredibly beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. She was one of the demons in control of vanity, thus the reason why her looks were perfect. She had to be. It was her job. And she loved her job. Running her fingers through her hair, she sighed and looked toward the bar. It wasn't busy. Maybe she would head over there soon.
Her attention, however, was turned toward a young man and what she presumed to be his daughter. She watched as the little girl darted toward the pool and the man called after her. She smiled in a sinister, amused fashion and sat up, watching as the man took off the girl's cover up and put on a floatie vest. Cute. She stretched her arms above her head, her body seeming to glow in the sunlight ”Good day for a swim, isn’t it?” She made a low humming noise of interest, watching the little girl for a moment longer before turning to look at the made that had addressed her. "That is is," she replied conversationally, tossing her head over her shoulder. She could sense that this man was a shifter. She'd been around long enough to know how to pick them apart from humans. "Maybe she'll shift into a swan when she gets older. She's pretty enough."
"Talking""Other character"[/size] 394 WORDSbru w/ angelus michael baker TAGGEDclick OUTFITtemplate by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal technique CREDITRAWRR! NOTES [/color][/font][/RIGHT] |
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