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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 23 2009, 09:35 PM (846 Views) | |
| Rebecca Moody | Feb 23 2009, 09:35 PM Post #1 |
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| Griffin Ward | Mar 16 2009, 02:19 AM Post #2 |
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Griffin Ward, a 28 year old Daily Prophet newsman, sat at the end of the bar, sipping a good cognac. He did this often between investigative assignments for the paper; the ritual was both a period of relaxation before hectic trips and a way to add more entries into his mental little black book. |
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| Jaimie Lovett | Aug 25 2011, 02:08 AM Post #3 |
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It felt surreal, being back in London. At this moment, she had no friends or family here, but a job offer to be a supervisor in the auror department at the ministry had been the catalyst to her move back to the bustling city where she'd grown up. Danielle had been the first person Jaimie had contacted when she found out she'd be back--they'd arranged a time and place (which happened to be the bar at Topsy-Turvy) to meet to catch up, and Lord knows they had a lot of that to do; seven years without speaking is a long time. The one and only thing Jaimie hoped was that she never run into Bram Kael. Once a high-school sweetheart couple, Bram and Jaimie split right before she moved to America after she'd accepted an internship there. Jaimie was sure that Danielle had been in contact with her brother, and hoped that word wouldn't get back to Bram about her being back in England. That would just make things...awkward. Awkward mostly because though she planned on coming back to London after the two-year auror internship program ended, she ended up accepting a job there. And when Bram heard she wouldn't be coming home to him, they'd lost contact. But, regardless, Jaimie was meeting with Dani and she was quite excited. Danielle had been her best friend throughout her Hogwarts education and at least, if they were reunited, she'd have one friend in London. Having an upwardly mobile career was great, but things got real lonely sometimes, especially when there weren't any cases to work on. Going out to a bar was even a real treat for Miss Lovett, who usually adored any reason to dress up. So, even though she had not gotten the chance to unpack her new apartment yet, Jaimie had found her favorite "little black dress", the one with the lacy back, and a pair of black peep-toe heels. Might as well look good, maybe she'd catch someone's eye. She flashed her ID to the bouncer at the door, received a glowing wristband that confirmed her age, and stepped into the bar. Jaimie opened a tab with the friendly female bartender and ordered an apple martini (her favorite). She looked around the bar for an open seat, since Danielle was usually late for things (as she remembered). A booth in the back looked like a prime spot, so she took her drink in that direction, heels clicking across the wooden bar floor. A few heads may have turned as she walked past, but Jaimie took no notice...for now. She just hoped that she'd be left well alone until Dani got there. Rating: 8pts Rated by: Sam Edited by Mercury Banks, Jan 4 2012, 06:45 PM.
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| Danielle Kael | Aug 25 2011, 02:40 AM Post #4 |
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Danielle had been quite surprised to receive a letter from Jaimie, but it was a happy surprise at that. After a few letters back and forth and planning, she found herself walking down the block to Topsy-Turvy at the time they had arranged. She had gotten caught up at her room above the Leaky Cauldron for a few extra minutes when a letter from Julius arrived, but didn't bother replying to it just then, because she was already running late. As she reached the door, she straightened her dark blood red dress, then thanked the bouncer for the glowing wristband after she gained entry. Quickly scanning the place for her friend, she spotted her towards the back at a booth and smiled. Jaimie was still easy to pick out, even after all these years. She ordered an Alaska Ice Tea, then made her way to the booth in the back where Jaimie was sitting. "My, my, aren't we all dressed up this evening?" Danielle teased lightly as she reached the table. Though she was in a dress herself, it wasn't quite a 'dressed up' type of dress as Jaimie's was, but it suited her fine. Rating: 6pts Rated by: Sam Edited by Eric Banks, Aug 30 2011, 04:21 PM.
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| Jaimie Lovett | Sep 1 2011, 12:12 AM Post #5 |
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Jaimie grinned and stood up upon Dani's arrival, hugging her tightly. She noticed Danielle wasn't as dressed up as she was, but Jaimie wasn't surprised. "You know how I love an opportunity to dress up," she simply said, shrugging. She took a step back to get a good look at Danielle, since she had not seen her in so long. "You look great," Jaimie said, still grinning. Grabbing her glass from the table behind them, she took a sip from the thin black straw in the glass. Jaimie really wanted to pelt Dani with questions, she was so excited to see her. But instead she calmed herself down, took another sip of her drink, and sat back down in the booth she'd picked. "How have you been?" she elected to ask, brushing a rouge blonde curl away from her face. Rating: 3pts Rated by: Sam Edited by Mercury Banks, Jan 4 2012, 06:46 PM.
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| Danielle Kael | Sep 1 2011, 02:53 AM Post #6 |
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Careful not to spill her drink on Jaimie, Danielle returned the hug and smiled at her friend. "I know you do," she laughed. "And you look lovely yourself." Now where had Jaimie been again? Right, America...doing something. It'd been so long that she had actually forgotten. That was down right terrible thing to do as a friend, but at least she remembered where she'd been, even if the thought supplied her with no comfort for the guilt at not remembering. But before she had a chance to ask Jaimie anything, her friend had beat her to it and a small smirk rose to her lips as she thought over the question a moment. "Fairly busy," Danielle settled on, after having taken a sip of her drink as an excuse to think over her reply. "I've been doing a bit of traveling the last few years." It wasn't a lie, she had been traveling quite a bit for work, but she always went back to South America. Back to Julius. Something she still didn't know why she did it. "What about you? Sick of the states already?" Rating: 5pts Rated by: Sam Edited by Mercury Banks, Jan 4 2012, 06:16 PM.
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| Svana Valdis | Jan 13 2012, 10:37 AM Post #7 |
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Svana hadn't been around much since the meeting with the brotherhood. That was mostly the way she preferred it though, especially when she didn't exactly have any jobs to do. No people to follow, no weapons to clean or test or people that needed to be killed. If anything she was mostly just staying around her London apartment trying to make some contacts as descreetly as possible. The only issue was that most of the people she needed to connect with she would end up having to meet in person and that was often the part she hated the most. It wasn't because most of them were asses who just wanted a gun for hire to do things the way they wanted and that way alone. But also because when they set eyes on her they never took her seriously, she was often the one they would flirt with, make lewd comments at and often try and grope her when they got so drunk they couldn't stand. She hadn't met a client yet who hadn't tried to grab a feel but that didn't mean she liked it. If she wanted work she would have to swallow her urge to punch them in the face or nearly break his arm. She had heard there was one big guy on the London grid that she should try and contact for work but every time she stopped by his office, looking as respectable as possible with a suit that still managed to show some cleavage she was told by his PA that he wasn't in. Damnit why was Torban Rune so hard to get a hold of? There was no way she was going to resort to leaving a message with his PA or sending something as primative as a letter. No, either way she would meet him or change tactics and move on to someone else. That was in part why she was out now. There was only so long she could stand being in her apartment, cleaning her gun and practicing charms that she had known since she could talk to death. But now she needed a change of scene, which hopefully wouldn't mean she'd be chatted up or told some stupid chat up line that would make her restrain go thin. So after returning back from the Nebula for the fifth time in two weeks she quickly undressed, including taking off her wig, and rummaged through her closet of different clothes according to personas to decide on something to wear. She finally settled on a short grey dress which she put on before dealing with her hair until it was in a reasonable state, slightly curled over one shoulder. She spent a while making sure she had a gun securely strapped to her thigh and wand concealed in her bag before putting on some black leather ankle boots. She then eunsured her whole, what she referred to as her 'Chelsea LeRon AKA Bimbo' persona was complete before walking out the apartment. That was how she found herself sitting for a few hours at the bar in Topsy Turvy with free glasses of firewhiskey being pushed into her eyeline from one admirer or another. Yet she never met the eyes of any of the admirers just downed the drink in one and waited to see if any of them would actually approach her. What was the point of accepting their drinks if none of them would come over and attempt to oggle her. At this point she would gladly lead them on if that was what it took but she needed someone to take her agitation out, one way or another sooner rather than later otherwise she would move on somewhere else where she knew it was a sure thing. |
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| Teran Gnarr | Jan 14 2012, 06:51 AM Post #8 |
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It had been weeks since Sari left and Teran hadn't even begun to recover. He had never felt so hopeless before. Even after Sari left the first time, he had known who he was and what he was going to do. Now? Now, he was questioning everything. He didn't know who he was or what he wanted. He spent most of his time in the office, almost never returning to the apartment because it was too damn painful. In fact, whenever he grew tired of sleeping on his desk or simply needed sleep before collapsing, he would rent a hotel. He couldn't bear going back to the place where he lost everything. He was tempted to just burn it down. Why keep it? It was just a painful reminder of what he once had, of who he once was, and who he could have been. After Sari left, Teran spent a long time simply sitting on the kitchen floor, wondering where the hell he went wrong. Where the hell had their relationship failed? He ran Sari's words in his head about lying and being tainted and he was almost tempted to slit his wrist then and there. He ran their past over and over again in his head and couldn't find any other way for their relationship to work. He simply didn't understand why his attempts to protect Sari from the darkness of his side job had only ruined her and their relationship. How could he have made such a vast miscalculation? The better question was probably why had he been so stupid as to think they could ever be separate? It was foolish, plain and simply. He saw Sari, the angel of Durmstrang, and wanted to be saved, wanted to be pure without giving himself fully to Heaven, and only ended up tainting everything he touched. He should have realized that if he was going to have an angel as a wife then he could not do the work of a devil. He had been a fool to try. Now he lost his angel and their child and he had a funny feeling he would never see his child. Teran simply wouldn't have the time and Sari would probably want nothing to do with him. Not if she couldn't trust him. He began to wonder if he should have just told her the truth and saved them all the heartache. It probably would have been better to scare her away instead of ruining her. But then he would never have had her. Teran would gladly take all the heartache if it meant having Sari as long as he did. He slowly realized had fallen from Paradise because of his double nature and now he had to pay the price. It was painful and he knew he could never return. Even if he tried to win Sari back, she wouldn't want anything to do with him unless she knew the truth and the truth would simply drive her away. She was too innocent to want anything to do with his kind and who would want to raise a child with a murderer and drug producer? What if their son got involved with the very drugs Teran was producing? What if his darker life extended into their lives? What kind of loving mother made those decisions? He suddenly realized that the man Sari had fallen in was the lie. His true self was the monster who had ruined everything he loved. He was a decayed, twisted monster, a liar, two-faced machine that didn't even know who he really was. He had worn so many masks over the years that he wasn't sure who the true Teran was anymore. That was the reason their relationship had fallen apart. Sari had seen the real him, the young loving man who attended Durmstrang because of tradition. She had not notice his slow fall from grace. She had not seen his drive, his hunger. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, always had been, always would be. He was a shapeshifter, a survivor. He put on the face that would best get him what he wanted, not realizing what it would cost him. He was Teran the Death Eater. Teran the murderer. Teran the potion maker. Teran the Brotherhood member. Teran the loving boyfriend. Teran the drug producer. Teran the intellect. His many names and shades made him dizzy. So many faces, but which one was the real him? He used to think it was the loving boyfriend. He used to think his love for Sari was real, but that was fake too, wasn't it? He had made it up simply because he needed it to hide. Yes, he had loved her, he still loved her, but it had been tainted into a mask, just like everything else. Was there anything real about him? He ran his life over and over again in his head and realized that the only thing that had ever mattered was surviving. It was getting the power necessary to be the best. He had to be on top, always, had to be more than a man. The real him was the power hungry businessman, the cruel calculating survivor who did what ever was necessary to survive. That's what all his masks were created for-survival. Love, friendship, truth-they meant nothing to him. Only survival mattered and survival was the business. If he didn't continue producing the drugs, his partner would hunt him down and kill him without a second thought. if he didn't continue running his business, he wouldn't have the money to survive. Sari had left and that part of his life was over. She was done with him, and until she told him otherwise, she wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe she would be kind enough to let him see his son once he was born, but that was a big maybe. Until that day, he was done with her. He had to focus on what really mattered. Once he made that decision, Teran packed his things, left, and never looked back. He simply went to his office and stayed there. In the office, he appeared almost normal, except maybe even colder (if that was possible). He simply didn't care about anyone and he made it known. He was far more demanding and had actually driven a few of his employees to tears. He fired them as soon as a tear ran don their cheek. He had no room for such weakness. He delegated to his two assistants Bailey and Ezequiel and locked himself in his office and worked on the most difficult of poisons. He immersed himself in his ancient and complex books because they were the only things that made sense. They were only thing about himself that was true. So he sat there, reading ancient texts, learning archaic and dangerous potions while his assistants worked on the drugs. His company started producing even more of the drugs and business was booming. His illegal partner was pleased and started giving him more and more freedom and soon he asked permission to experiment. His partner agreed without hesitation, so Teran stayed up all night and worked on new ways to pleasure and thrill people. He took junkies off the streets and tested his new versions on them. Some survived, some didn't, but it didn't matter. His potions were becoming more and more complex, more stimulating, more addictive. His potions soon hit the streets and they brought in even more money. Teran, however, wasn't stupid. He found ways to hid them from the authorities. The Boelcke kid bothered him constantly, but he was an annoying gnat. Without any definite proof that Teran was working on the drugs, the German could only threaten and rave. Thank God for the law. Teran entered the bar wearing his best suit and tie. One could hardly guess that this man had turned into a mole. He looked as handsome as ever, his hair was brushed back, and his sharp blue eyes scanned the bar. He was here to meet with one of his sources for a particularly rare potion ingredient. That was the only reason he went out anymore-to get ingredients, to meet with his partner, or to find a new testee. No one ever saw him socially anymore. Newspapers had made a stink, but he didn't care. He wasn't with Sari anymore so he didn't have to worry about the media anymore. Hm, it seemed that his supplier wasn't here yet. Damn. Well, he might as well have a drink while he wanted. Teran walked towards the bar and ordered a vodka, not even noticing the rather attractive red head that was only sitting a seat or two away from him. He didn't have time for girls anymore. He thanked the bartender as his drink arrived and searched the bar once more for his supplier. Damn it, where was he? |
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| Svana Valdis | Jan 25 2012, 09:56 AM Post #9 |
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Svana had never been one to get involved in relationships of any kind. She would let the client get what they wanted sexualy but that never resulted in a relationship. It was a line she refused to cross and no-one had ever managed to persuade her that they wanted her more than once or to get to know more things about her than just her kung fu ability or wanting her physically more than once. She'd been in the nearest thing she could consider as a relationship sleeping with one client multiple times instead of just the once. That was the extent to which she could define a relationship in all honesty. It was mostly something in bed and none existant outside the covers. She had never experienced heart ache or dejection, like her mother she was too attractive to be turned down and charismatic enough when it counted to keep their attenion yet she also didn't ever get hooked on any one person. Monogomy was nothing something she could and would willingly subscribe to, it would have to take someone pretty damned special to change her ways and pin her down. And while her mother had always never believed in the one and all those false misconceptions of love it was her Aunt Johanna who had tried to chip away at her stony perspective on the subject...not that it worked. Her body was just as much a tool to use for business as her wand or her Smith and Wesson. Svana was sipping her third free fire whiskey which had no guy attached to it, taking in her surroundings and shifting her body language a little so it was less formal and more flirtatious. She crossed her legs and tapped her black painted fingernails against the glass while she looked around though her gaze was just grazing against the exits incase they were needed when she spotted a man enter. He looked like any other suit she had seen in the bar or walking around the center of London yet something about him seemed a little more attractive than the forty year olds and middle aged pensioners she usually associated with the attire. He was definitely younger than most, early twenties at least, light brown hair pushed back with some sort of product but the most entrancing thing was his eyes...a strikingly sharp blue that seemed to be scanning around for someone in the crowd. He looked like he was all about business though, like he had been born in a suit and knew nothing else, yet something about him was off despite how he tried to act otherwise. A recent break up perhaps? Personal or business wise it was hard to tell but from the bags under his eyes it seemed personal....either that or he was a workaholic. Hmmm....interesting. She pulled her gaze from his figure as she downed the last of her glass and moved to the next one in line, pausing to sniff it as was habit to make sure nothing had been put in it to influence her behaviour before taking a sip. She was taking another look around for the anonymous people paying for her drinks as though silently gesturing for them to come out of hiding when she noticed the young man in the suit approaching the bar, ordering a glass of vodka and was sitting not far away from her. Hmmm....even more interesting. She watched him out the corner of her eye and turned her gaze back to her glass, swirling the amber liquid a little thoughtfully. Now....how was she going to get access to Torban Rune...? |
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| Teran Gnarr | Feb 12 2012, 09:42 PM Post #10 |
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Teran took a sip from his vodka and tried to fight the impatience that was gnawing at him. Every second he wasted here was a second away from his potions and his life. He felt like a druggie if truth be told. He was twitchy and paranoid sitting here waiting for that dumbass to arrive with the cargo. He didn't belong here and he knew it. He felt like everyone was staring at him, muttering behind his back, commenting on his appearance, how it was obvious he had let down the only person that had mattered to him, how he was nothing but a shell of himself. He gritted his teeth and took another sip of vodka in an attempt to calm himself down. He was just being paranoid. No one was saying anything about him. Hell, no one had even noticed him end the bar. He looked just like every other customer here, so why would anyone be saying anything about him? It was simply his own conscious poking at him. In some ways it was a relief to know that it still existed, but at the same time it was an unwanted nuisance. He didn't need it now that he didn't have Sari in his life. The irony being that he never listened to it even when he was dating Sari, so what the hell was the point of having one? Maybe if he had listened to it he would still being dating Sari. He took a large sip from his vodka and pushed that thought away. She wasn't important anymore. She was part of a life that no longer existed, a mask that he had torn away and no longer needed. He had looked in the mirror this morning and could have sworn that, for a second, he looked like a two dimension mask. It had only lasted a second and Teran had decided that it was simply a trick of the light, but the thought haunted him. How could a man be nothing more than a lie? God damn it, he needed his supplier to arrive soon otherwise he was going to have to run out of here before he broke down. That was why Teran had dedicated himself to his potions. If he didn't, his mind would wander and he would think about Sari and what he could have had and he couldn't afford to think about that. She had chosen for him and now he had to try and pick up the pieces of his shattered life and move on. He had to come to terms with the fact that he was nothing but a survivor and an excellent businessman. Nothing more, nothing less. That had once been okay, but now? Now he had a child somewhere out there with the love of his life and he couldn't even see them. Although Sari had not expressively banned him from their child, he couldn't bring himself to see her. Not so soon after the break up and not with the way he was. If he saw he would probably breakdown right then and there and that was no way to greet his son. Besides he couldn't let her see how weak he was without her. He had more pride than that. But he needed her. He had never realized it before, but he had depended on her to be his meaning in life and now that she was gone...Stop it! Stop thinking about it! Teran finished his vodka and roughly ordered another. He didn't have time for this. No point in mourning over the past. It was dead. He had to focus on the future. he had to focus on his next potion, his next challenge. The probably was that even potions was losing its attraction to him. He had poured over millions of ancient texts and he experimented, trying to find a challenge, and nothing satisfied him anymore. He had reached a plateau in his potion making skills and it was driving him mad. It wasn't the distraction he needed and if he didn't find a replacement soon he was going to be driven made by his demons. Teran, for all intensive purposes, had turned into an addict. He didn't realize it, but he was displaying symptoms of his test subjects when they had been denied their last fix or when the product didn't give them the suffice jolt they required. It was partly why he was making stronger and stronger potions. People kept coming to him demanding large dosers and stronger hallucinogens. The problem was that these drugs had a shorter burn out rate. If the testee took these drugs daily, they lasted a month maybe a month and a half. They were simply too stronger for their brains to handle and although Teran's business partner had barked, Teran kept trying to find stronger and stronger potions. In a way he wanted to make the world pay for his pain. Still, if he wasn't careful his business partner was going to pay him a visit and that was something everyone tried to avoid. What else was Teran supposed to do? This was his life now and until he found another potion to occupied his attention, he was going to produce stronger and stronger drugs and that was why this damn supplier needed to hurry up. If he wasn't back in the office in five minutes an entire batch of a specific drug was going to be ruined. He had left to simmer, not thinking the supplier was going to take so damn long. God damn it! That was a total of twelve hours wasted. Teran took an angry sip from his vodka at the thought. God damn all idiots. The hairs on the back on Teran's neck stood on end as he felt eyes on him. He whirled around in his seat and scanned the bar, trying to find the asshole who dared to look at him. He was almost hoping it was a drunk wanting to pick a fight to impress his girlfriend, because he really needed to rip someone to shreds at this moment. It seemed like no one at the tables was looking at him. Maybe he was getting just antsy. He slowly turned back to his drink when he saw a red head out of the corner of his eyes. He turned to get a better look at her and watched as her eyes dropped down to her drink. So she had been the one watching him. Why? Teran had not noticed her upon entering the bar, but now that he was looking straight at her, he couldn't deny that she was beautiful and seemed to be quite a flirt. Even Teran in his current 'I hate females' mindset couldn't help but appreciate the red head's features. Blah, he didn't have time for her. If his supplier didn't show up in the next two minutes he was going to get the hell out of here and try to salvage that potion although he knew it would be useless. He might as well start over. Still this woman had been looking at him and it irked him. Why? Why did people have to stare and poke at him? Why couldn't he be left alone?! "Can I help you?" he growled at her, almost hoping she would snap back so he could unleash some of his rage upon her. |
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| Svana Valdis | Apr 8 2012, 08:16 AM Post #11 |
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Svana was used to it taking several days for her to get a new job but that didn't mean she had to like it especially when it usually took a lot of kissing ass to get just one job. She appreciated that she was well known in the underground for getting rid of problematic people but she often had to wonder that if she had so much of a reputation then why was she the one having to do all the chasing? she often wondered if she should make herself not so easily accessible so the clients would have to make the effort to find her for once. Still even then she would have to wait around for them to catch up and find her so it wasn't really a win win situation. It was kind of like being a junkie if she was honest, An adrenaline junkie. She lived for the rush of having to chase people for money, of stalking them....the chase....catching them and tying them up. In some occasions torture was necessary and paid extra for but for most of the time she was paid to extract information from them before killing them so they couldn't go to the authorities and taddle. Being deprived of the adrenaline high was painful and left her feeling like a restless dog not knowing what to do with itself. If she was her mother she would be finding her next target, find herself a guy who would want her and do whatever to keep her around even if it meant paying for her company. But it seemed like she was never going to be as lucky as her mother to find someone who would actually want her, not that she would let anyone close enough if she could manage it. Of course there had one exception before she came to England, one exception who had clung on so tightly even when she tried to brush him off like a fly from her sleeve. Byron Colleridge a politican in high places in Stockholm who had known her father and who had been like a surrogate family member even with the small age gap between them. But Byron had always wanted more from her, wanted to be the one to hold her, kiss her and act like a significant other but being that her mother had never wanted someone like that then Svana had taken on that trait and tried to distance herself from him hence why she was so relieved when she was taken to live with her Aunt Johanna and Uncle Lance. Of course that hadn't lasted forever and she was back from Oslo within a few months and back in Byron's reach. She didn't let him get his way quickly, it was stretched out until she felt like she could trust him let alone that she actually felt the same way about him. When she did they were inseparable....until her mother tried to push her to go to South America to keep an eye on her cousin Julius. Byron tried to insist he could come with her...wanting to stay with her no matter what but by then the relationship was fading and Svana just needed the space to grow without worrying about how it would influence Byron's thoughts on her. The last time she'd seen him was when she'd been back in Stockholm to gather some of her clothes that she'd left behind at her mothers before going back to Oslo to start her business. He'd been in her room as she was packing practically begging for her not to go, proposing as though hoping it would make her reconsider leaving, but ever her mothers' daughter her mind was made up. She told him she loved him but that she needed to go, needed to leave and see the rest of the world before she even considered commiting herself to someone. He hadn't been happy at the prospect of having to wait...that she could possibly move on to someone else while she was gone. But she had been resolute to leave and go where she was needed. They'd parted on not exactly the best of terms and she'd since heard he'd moved on to someone else. She still received owls from him asking when she was coming back and if she wanted to meet up when he was in the same country for whatever reason but she never replied, she didn't intend to be the other woman to a man who meant the world to her. Svana watched out the corner of her eye as the male beside her seemed to pick up on the fact that he was being watched. She tilted her head discreetly as he looked around trying to find the source of whatever it was that was bothering him. She took a sip of her drink, licking her lips to get the taste from her drink on her tongue in case she needed it to help sweeten him up a little. Yet he seemed to be so overly paranoid that he couldn't stop himself from looking at anywhere but the actual obvious source. Yet just as she was about to give up to actually look at someone else with the come-heither look it finally seemed to click with him as he turned back to his own drink, yet his irises strayed to the corner of his eye like he'd finally picked up on her presence beside him. His head turned to look at her which she picked up on easily even as she tried to play the act of the coy bimbo by dropping her gaze to what remained of her drink. The question as to why she was looking at him seemed to become obvious in his body language as he continued to look at her, taking in her beauty not that she would be entirely vain by stating as such. Hmmm, Svana downed the last of her drink and pulled her last free drink towards her, downing it with flourish as he seemed to gather his first few words to say. Those first words would set the tone of their conversation of that Svana was sure but it was her habit to let him set the pace so she could figure out a way to turn that pace around so it fit her. And as the time gradually grew she could sense it was going to be a confrontational front on his part. Oh well....looked like her slight bimbo act might just be the perfect tool to use. "Can I help you?" "I was hoping you might be able to actually." Svana said in a velvet like tone pausing to down the remaining few drops of her last drink and push the goblet towards the bar tender. "I was wondering if an attractive man like yourself would be kind enough to buy a girl another drink? However if you are here on business I'm sure I can find someone else to bother." She hoped her slight inclination that he could say no would give him enough wiggle room to persuade him it was worth his time and attention if only for that one drink. |
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| Teran Gnarr | Apr 9 2012, 03:48 AM Post #12 |
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Teran had always been labeled a workaholic, even when he was very young. He supposed it came from his family-a very prominent dark arts family that had thrived in Finland until his few year at Durmstrang, where everything suddenly went downhill. Teran still wasn't clear on what had happened nor did he really care. He had never been close to his parents and quite frankly was glad they were gone. He had no use for them, especially not that he had his own company and nor longer needed their money and influence. Still they had raised him to be a proper, hard working Gnarr, the successor to their mini criminal empire and he had learned his part well. What they had never realized was that he was simply bidding his time until the opportune moment to break away and fight for himself. Teran had always been his own man. He had never needed or planned on needed anyone else. That was why he was such a good business man. He could use men, connect with them momentarily, an then dump them as soon as they had outlived their usefulness. It really was the only way to get ahead. He had used this philosophy in school and everyone knew he would be someone important. Everything had been easier back then. He knew exactly who he was, what he wanted, and where he was going. Nothing distracted him or caused him to question his very existence. That was before he met Sari. That was everything changed. He had once viewed that day as the best day of his life, but now he wished he had never gone to that party. He wished he had just stayed away. Everything would have been so much better that way. he wouldn't be feeling this pain, his life wouldn't feel so worthless and empty, and he wouldn't be acting like a detoxing addict. Still he didn't know why he kept thinking about Sari. It was a part of his life that was dead, just like his childhood, his school years, and his first business. None of that mattered anymore so why did he hold onto Sari? She had made it clear that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was a good for nothing, a heartless suit, not suited to be a father or a husband. Why did he have to constantly torture himself by remembering her adorable laugh, her beautiful, compassionate eyes, and her soft, loving kisses. Why did he still need her? He had been able to cut himself from everyone else, but not her. Sari was his only weakness, even now when he was nothing to her, he still needed her. The pathetic nature of it all disgusted him. Only fools allowed themselves to be attached like that. Fools and men with a death wish. He just needed her to go away. He need the very thought of Sari to be arrested from his mind so he could focus on what mattered-his business. He had played with a few of his own drugs, but he didn't like how it affected his perception of reality. He needed to get rid of the pain, not start hallucinating and shit like that. He was working on a potion that would dull his feelings, but it also made his brain fuzzy and messed up his work. So he threw himself into his work, but now that wasn't enough. He had mastered every potion he had looked up and the drugs was a mere distraction now. The only thing he kept at it was because it paid a lot and his business was becoming one of the biggest, most well known potions business in the world. And that still wasn't enough. He didn't know what he needed, but he needed to find it soon otherwise he was going to go mad. "I was hoping you might be able to actually. I was wondering if an attractive man like yourself would be kind enough to buy a girl another drink? However if you are here on business I'm sure I can find someone else to bother." Teran paused as he heard the sound of her voice. He couldn't deny that it was quite attractive, not beautiful or pretty like Sari's voice had been, but purely seductive. He had never experienced a voice like that before. It was quite a shock, but he couldn't deny that he welcomed it. It was simply a nice chance to Sari's innocence. Actually now that he got a better look at this woman, everything about her was a nice chance to Sari. This woman wasn't a slut, but she was welcoming and sensuous. Sari had done a few racy photoshoots before and she had tried a few things for him-mostly when she felt him slipping away but she had never been really good at it. Yes, she had been sexy but it was an innocent kind of sexy. This woman was a dirty and dangerous kind of a sexy, a deadly sexy a desperate kind of sexy. Teran gulped slightly at the thoughts that ran through his head. He realized, for the first time, that he had only been with Sari. His entire life he had never been with another girl and he suddenly felt rage wash over him. Even Sari had been with another guy! But no he had been pure and what had that gotten him?! Nothing?! He suddenly wished that he had taken Livia up on her offer. Why?! Why had he kept himself dedicated to an ungrateful whore?! He looked at the red head in a different light now, almost forgetting about his supplier. Nothing really seemed to matter anymore except this mysterious woman. It seemed to be the most logical reaction really, besides there was no reason why he couldn't be with her. He wasn't with Sari anymore. He was his own man again and that meant he could what he wanted. Have whoever he wanted. He knew Sari was. Why couldn't he have some fun? "From the looks of it you've gotten plenty of business," he said noticing her empty glasses, "But if there's anything else you need...I might be able to help." |
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| Svana Valdis | Apr 9 2012, 05:09 AM Post #13 |
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Svana was a workaholic in her own right. A business woman of course, she wouldn't sleep with someone while on a case and wouldn't shy away from putting them into their place if they tried. Her family had workaholics each in their respected fields and it had just been something that she picked up on naturally from being around them. To be with other workahoilcs had always been a wise move as she begun to see. As being with another workaholic always began with frustration and agitation at not being around them when she needed them. But the high of being with a workaholic was more than worth it when they came together in bed. The sparks were explosive and it made it feel several times more rewarding. Yet there was also the side of grabbing another one when the one she wanted was in the middle of his work, they were easy to replace because their different rates at working varied and there was always someone looking. Even Byron had been a workaholic. He'd tried to deny it by trying to keep to the 9-5 grind stone but even when they were together there would still be files and papers for him to look at. Svana had then began to realise there was no reason for be disappointed when she had been expecting more than she would ever get out of him. She would get everything she could out of him when they were together just like her mother with her latest mark. She had made him work for her affection and attention and made him make it up to her when he neglected her because of business. And if she had the chance she would do it all again. she did with every man who walked into her life when she grew to like them more than she should. But with this man she was looking at, it was just a case of long over physical want flowing through her veins and wanting to come out. She wanted this man to make her forget all her frustration over the fact that she hadn't been given a job in weeks, that the only lead she had was avoiding her or practically impossible to find by her standards and that she was getting itchy feet in a sense from staying in one place too long. If this man could make her forget all her worries whether he was using her until he got back with his one and only or just wanting someone to sleep with to relieve tension then it would be more than worth it. Svana watched as her tone of voice floated around and worked it's magic on him. She watched his previous iciness melt into the type of state where he was slowly coming around to what she wanted. It was still a question as to whether or not he would still go through with it but she wasn't going to let him walk away. If he openly rejected her to the point where she walked away she would definitely leave a card in his possession in case he changed his mind and wanted one night fling with someone who was more than up for it. She felt his gaze shifitng over her body as though taking in her style and how different it was to someone he knew. Mostly she could sense he was comparing her to his ex...a recent ex from what she had been able to pick up before. It was as though previously he had been with someone filled with innocence, who could turn his head without even trying. But Svana was no way in the slightest innocent...and she didn't like to make guys think that was the case either. While her body was slender and often clad in the clothing of the innocent it didn't mean she wouldn't kick ass if she had to. Svana watched as his adam's apple seemed to move involuntarily as though he was finally realising that he didn't need to stick to just one type....he could live a little and try the variety of flavours now that he was as free as it gets. A small smile graced her features filled with a flirtatious twinkle as his eyes came back into focus on her as he came back to a reality where he could try out what he wanted. And she didn't need to be a mind reader to see that he was steadily growing to want her. 'Good boy....come to mama.' "From the looks of it you've gotten plenty of business, But if there's anything else you need...I might be able to help." Svana smiled slyly as he gestured to the empty glasses on the bar, rested her elbow on the bar and cradled her chin on her palm as his gaze met directly with his, letting his gaze see the full extent of her eyes. There wasn't a guy that she had met so far who could ignore her when she flashed the eyes at him. "You could say that...not that I'm not up for more business if it comes a knocking." she said, her voice still remaining that alluring velvety tone as she bit her lip coyly. "But I do like it when a man is so straight forward. I'm sure you will be more than able to help me." She slid her stool closer towards his and rested the toe of her boot on his shin so their gazes were met. "I'm Chelsea LeRon and what is the name of the man willing to help a poor girl out I can't help but wonder?" she asked brushing her free hand against his jaw. His eyes seemed to have shifted from the previous cold and icy to filled with rage and determination. Ummm, well if there was one time when she liked luring a guy in it was when they were determined to take what she was offering. Maybe her night wasn't going to be so dull afterall. |
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| Teran Gnarr | Apr 9 2012, 09:48 PM Post #14 |
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Teran had never allowed himself a moment of desperation or spontaneity or anything of that nature. He had always been extremely disciplined, a man with a stick up his ass, a tool, etc. While most kids went out to party and have a good time, he was busy studying and making connections. Even at the parties Sari dragged him too he would stand in the corner, saying as little as possible, but taking everyone in. His entire live had been one of extreme and rigid discipline and it had gotten him far in life. He was running his own international business, creating potions that wizards only dreamt of, and was a member of the Brotherhood. He may have never had the experienced of smoking weed, actually enjoying himself in the company of others, or been with another girl besides Sari, but he was damn successful and that was all that mattered….or it used to anyway. Now he wanted more. Well it wasn’t that he wanted more, it was that he needed more. He had been too closed up for too long. Sari really was his breaking point and now he didn’t know what to do with himself. Normally he could simply sew himself back together, slap on another mask, and that was it. When his parents were arrested it barely bothered him, when his first business failed he was fine, when Xavier nearly killed him because he thought he was a spy for Livia, he kept his cool. Even now, with his dealers pressuring him to get a hold of himself, he was as cool as a cucumber. But Sari walks out on him and he falls apart. Of course, what had he expected? She was the one with the keys to his heart. She had been the only one who had ever been able to reach him and he thought it had made him stronger. He had actually been foolish enough to think that it was Sari who enabled him to succeed, but now he realized the truth. She just held him back. If she hadn’t been there to distract him he would be far more successful than he was now. If only he hadn’t fallen for her innocent act he would be as powerful as Xavier. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how much he had actually missed out on. He didn’t regret missing looking like an ass because he had drank too much or being with twenty million girls at once, but he regretted now embracing his darker, hungry nature. He had always kept it in check so Sari wouldn’t be harmed by it. Now, however, he could unleash it and there would be no consequences. And he would start with the red-haired vixen before him. He would conquer her and move on to bigger and better things. He indulge himself for once and there would be no one to stop him. No nagging voice that said ‘what would Sari think?’ no little innocent doe who would wait for him to come home, and no child to eat at his conscious. He should have realized that Sari walking out on him was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was a free man now. Why hadn’t they broken up sooner? Of course this was all bluster and he knew it. There was a little voice in the back of his head that, despite everything, challenged him. Was this really what he wanted? Did he really want to be with this woman? Was everything really Sari’s fault? And who would believe that he was actually glad that he had broken up with her? He wasn’t free at, he was chained to his own insecurities and depression. He was having a mental breakdown because they had broken up. So how could he sit here and actually claim that he was glad he had no one to come home too? Because he was desperate and it was so much easier to pretend than to admit how much Sari’s absence was killing her. Did he want this woman? Yes, but not because she was hot or because this was some twisted attempt to get back at Sari. It was because every fiber of his being was hurting and he wanted it to stop. He wanted something or someone to make the pain go away and he wanted to make someone pay for everything that had gone wrong. Yes, he was going to indulge himself tonight, but it wasn’t in pleasure or twisted desires. It was going to be in pain and misery. He was going to let himself fall into desperate rage and he was going to be with this woman and maybe for a few minute he would forget Sari and forget the pain in his heart. He wasn’t sure if it was healthy or a wise idea, but it was the only thing he could think of. Potions didn’t work, business didn’t work, maybe this would. "You could say that...not that I'm not up for more business if it comes a knocking. But I do like it when a man is so straight forward. I'm sure you will be more than able to help me. "I'm Chelsea LeRon and what is the name of the man willing to help a poor girl out I can't help but wonder?" " Their eyes met and Teran felt himself melt inside. God she was gorgeous and just as desperate and dangerous as he felt. He would be able to unleash everything on her and she would take and appreciate it in a way Sari never could and that was all he needed. Someone who wasn’t Sari. He grinned as the toe of her boot met his shin and she scouted closer to him. He almost didn’t want to wait or put up with the pleasantries. He almost just wanted to throw her on the bar and start right here and now. Why wait? They were never going to see each other again and it obvious neither of them wanted anything more from tonight than a quickie. He closed his eyes briefly as she brushed her hand against his jaw and he ran a hand up her leg, underneath her dress as another ran around her waist, pulling her in. “Teran Gnarr,” he almost growled, “And I’ve got a business proposition for you. I buy you one more drink and then we find someplace more…private. What do you say?” |
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| Svana Valdis | Apr 14 2012, 12:47 AM Post #15 |
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Back when she had had the chance Svana would be as spontaneous as she could get away with, mostly because she didn’t have to deal with the usual repercussions that teenagers had usually had. Mostly because if she was with her Aunt Johanna she and uncle lance were too busy with their own life leaving her to do as she pleased. If she was with her mother it was mostly the same deal as though she was someone who was only tolerated because she was the key to a big pay cheque. In reality Svana was probably doing it to get the attention she was being deprived of but at the same time she had to admit that it had made life more interesting. While she could easily play the person in the back of the crowd she would copy mannerisms of people around her as though doing research for her future career. It was how she knew to smoke a cigarette the right way, how she knew that her tolerance for alcohol was pretty high as long as she stuck to a certain kind of alcohol and how she knew that if she used the blonde act that she could get anything she wanted. Though the last one was mostly curtsey of her mother whose speciality it was, how else could she get into so many men’s beds without them clicking that she was only there for their money? She had studied too, wanting to be the complete opposite of her mother which was her version of a teenage rebellion, but the crowd she found herself merging into made life seem so much more interesting. She had only become more disciplined when she was with her cousin Julius, she’d known the basics about self defence but nothing else. Nothing as extreme as now but now that she did that for a living she wouldn’t turn back the clock and be a nobody. She also wouldn’t give up her ability for using her body to get what and who she wanted, that had come in useful more than once and was the most useful skill at her disposal. Yet it had also given her the ability to read the men that she was trying to use her body for. She could see their weak links and their preferences for women so she could change herself accordingly like a chameleon. With this guy she could see he’d been in a long long long term relationship with his recent Ex, that the ex was his breaking point to the point where the mere fact they were broken up had him at his wits end in all parts of his life. That that ex meant so much to him that the fact she wasn’t in his life anymore had destroyed him and left him a completely different person. That Ex had kept him human, kept him stronger and loved and while this guy resented her a little because of that it was undeniable that he still loved her. That he wanted her back and would do anything to get her back, he’d done everything in his power before to make her happy and keep her safe...though safe from what? Well she couldn’t pick that up yet but definitely get it out of him by the end of the night....even if it meant locking him in the room with her and tying him to the bed. Yet in the same way she could see his relationship history she could see that the Ex had left her mark on him, not in the way that she had him trained because this guy looked like he would not be commanded around unless there was something in it for him. No that Ex was just the little devil’s advocate....that asked the questions his logical mind should know the answer to on any given occasion. It questioned whether he wanted Svana....whether he wanted anyone but his Ex. Whether him blaming everything on the Ex was rational...and that he was actually glad to be broken up or just breaking apart at the seams without his girl. It was that which let her see his little Achilles heel. The Ex had allowed his previously hidden insecurities to come calling along with his depression.....resulting in a mental breakdown which she could easily benefit from. He didn’t like having no-one at home...he didn’t like being hurt by his Ex’s absence in his life to the point where he just would do anything to make the pain stop, to take that pain out on someone in more productive ways....like in a bed with a woman who would take it all. So he could forget about his Ex for just a while. She’d seen enough men this hurt to know it was a mechanism he was resorting to due to not doing it before. Oh she was going to make sure this worked out for him...and he would be wanting to do it again and again until the Ex was back in the picture. She could guarantee it. Svana didn’t let her gaze waver from his, tilting her head a little but watching as his pupils reacted to her gaze. So far so good, now to wait and see if he’d be willing to take the bait or not. It was definitely a good sign when instead of shying away from her as she moved her chair over he stayed and his lips moved into a grin as her boot grazed his shin teasingly almost as though they were already nude and her big toe was brushing his leg to try and persuade him for another round. She watched a flash pass through his eyes and kept the coy act on, biting her lip as he seemed to almost give in, he was definitely getting eager. He was getting to the point where he just wanted her.....would probably do her in a dark corner of Knockturn Alley if she suggested it. But that wasn’t her style...but for Chelsea...well that persona had done much worse than that...no he was obviously doing well for himself. This boy was going to bed her in a suit at the Nebula or not at all, she could be very persuasive in that respect when she wanted to be. Her body jolted upright at the feel of his calloused hand brushing against her leg, her legs parting as his hand slid under her dress, this guy was definitely willing She felt his other hand around her waist pulling her slender frame to him like a whore he was trying to manipulate and let go of his jaw. She moved her hips a little against his hand, and smiled as the tip of his middle finger grazed close to the top of her thigh. She then moved her head so her lips were close to his ear, biting teasingly on his earlobe as she listened to his murmur, almost growl like words in her ear. “Teran Gnarr, And I’ve got a business proposition for you. I buy you one more drink and then we find someplace more…private. What do you say?” “Teran huh? I’ve always liked that name.” She flirted, grabbing her only remaining glass now that the bartender had made his way through cleaning her collection of glasses and tapping the fingernail of her index finger against it so it made a clink noise. “I say I like that proposition of yours there Teran. If you make the drink a double....and share it with me...so we can leave sooner I’d be more than up for it. As long as the Nebula is in that equation of course.” She pressed a soft teasing kiss to his lips, before breathing softly against his lips “ Because A girl must be able have a high class private place to share with such a demandingly attractive man yourself.” She winked at him to undo her spell just enough so she could order her drink but not lose his interest completely. “I’ll have a double firewhiskey....unless you’ve got a higher class poison for me to try there Teran?” |
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