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Post by shera on Oct 15, 2012 23:16:13 GMT -8
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6:15 pm
07/04/2012
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0506
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#open
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First Shera and site post, woot!
| [atrb=vAlign,top] The Madam swam through a sea of gold and greed.
Shera had always had a fondness for shiny things. She loved sparkles and bling, and always enjoyed a nice bobble made from precious gems. Maybe it was the way that jewelry reflects light, or perhaps the vivid colors they added to an ensemble, they just appealed to her. It’s not that Shera was abnormal in this way, people have been lusting after precious gems for thousands of years, but Shera had a sort of obsession. Her home was littered with necklaces, earrings, bracelets, brooches, rings, and other less appropriate jewelry, much of which she has either never worn or rarely done so.
Jang Jewelry could hardly be called a shop, more like a tiny hole in the wall with just the scantest selection of merchandise. True there was some fine jewelry in the one tiny case that the shop housed, and Shera had made several purchases from the establishment before, but that was not why she was there on this day. Shera was here for the less promoted business that went on behind the scenes of the tiny little storefront.
This particularly unknown jewelry store was known for running a fairly successful gambling ring in the back. Shera had been in many times and occasionally joined in on the betting herself, but her reasons for being there on this day were a bit more nefarious. Gambling, especially in the large stakes games, meant either money or desperation, and Shera could use both. She was after potential clients and scouting out the occasional recruit for her bars. Young Asian boys had become quite popular the past few years and many were androgynous enough to appeal to a wide range of clients.
As no stranger to the ring, Shera was not given many shocked or confused glances as she clamored into the back room. Her heavy stilettos echoed loudly as she walked and her high pitched raspy voice echoed as she joyfully greeted one of the female attendants. Shera was accustomed to dirty looks from strangers, but she frequented the place enough to be recognized as a semi-regular patron. So her floor length, backless, crimson gown only got her a handful of expressions that seemed to say, “what the hell.”
After getting a fairly strong drink from an attendant, Shera found a seat and mostly kept to herself. She was not here to mingle or play, so she busied herself with studying today’s crowd. She would wave and coo now and then at a few people, but for the time being she remained oddly quiet, for her at least. She considered joining in on some of the games, but most of them were too complicated for her to remember how to play. So she simply cooled herself with a paper fan and overlooked the scene, grateful that she wore a short black wig and not the luscious blonde one she had been considering. For some reason China Town seemed to be devoid of the invention of central air.
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Post by lenore on Oct 19, 2012 9:31:42 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;]  [/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— DRUNK AND DRIVEN.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]BY A DEVIL'S HUNGER.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;] THE PLACE WAS FILTHY. It reeked of old smoke, sweat, and incense. A powerful perfume that invaded her senses the moment she had stepped into the shop. What had she been expecting? For a brief moment she could not even remember why she had come to the place. Someone slammed their hand down onto the table laughing loudly at the same time in obvious delight. She snapped out of the filth induced daze she had fallen into letting her normal cool demeanor take over. A few of the patrons stared at her as she walked through, but she paid them no heed. IF any dared to look directly in her eyes they were met with an icy glare. It was her customary look and one she had perfected over the years. A nearby waitress finally worked up the nerves to come over and ask if there was anything she wanted. She smirked, allowing a few pearly teeth to show through almost like a predator. " You have nothing I want." Short and concise words that dismissed the flustered waitress in just the manner she had intended. See how her shoulders slumped and she stumbled in her high heeled shoes? What a wonderful little natural reaction. Not quite as fascinating as if she had been told a loved one had died, but she had to get something out of this visit. Obviously her source had been wrong and she would make sure that they knew her displeasure. She worked her way as close to the wall as she could but she did not want to lean back. It looked like it might have been dusted with some unknown substance that she wanted no where near her body. Why couldn't these places be clean? Orderly? The same man from early let out a loud howl of victory, spittle flying from his all to open mouth with half chewed food inside. Disgusting. Lenore settled back, her arms crossed over her chest, and an impassive look on her face. She could not have looked more unwelcoming. It appeared there was nothing worth while here but she would observe for a few more minutes before leaving. A few minutes passed in relative silence except for the noises of the business around her. Then she heard it, the loud man from earlier shouting in her direction. " Eh whats on old granny doin here? I want better eye candy than that gray haired bitch." He laughed as did the people around him. Lenore had gone deadly still, her eyes focusing on the man as new tiles were placed in front of him. He had mentioned her hair. The filthy bastard had dared to insult her HAIR. Her vision became red as she strode over to the table. She slapped her hand down on the center looking the man directly in the face before smiling. " This man has been cheating all night, he has some extra tiles slipped under his sleeve." She turned quickly so that her long hair whipped him in the face. It did not take long before his gaming partners started hollering and he blustered under their attention. She moved back to a vacant chair prepared to pay the dry cleaning bill for her clothes after the show was done. Maybe if she was lucky a knife would be pulled? Now wouldn't that be fun? [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]
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Post by shera on Oct 20, 2012 5:16:52 GMT -8
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07/04/2012
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0472
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#SAGA!!!!
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For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
| [atrb=vAlign,top] Shera had, not surprisingly, quickly grown bored of the entire situation. She’d seen no young men today, only middle aged men. Such men could be potential clients, yes, but she was better at managing resources than she was clients. She could find what these men needed if they approached her, but no one had come over to where she was sitting in some time. Shera’s profession was slightly known by some of the patrons of the establishment, but it was mostly just the owners that knew why she was there. As long as she dropped a large amount of coin at some point during her visit, they didn’t seem to care much though.
Shera had decided to give up and go out for a real drink when one of the men shouted something insulting at a woman nearby. The girl wasn’t young but she could hardly be called a granny by any standards. She had youthful skin and a fantastic set of knockers, large and perky enough to make Shera more than a little envious. The girl did, however, have a head full of white grey hair with just a wisp of color the man had been right about that. Still though, there was something hauntingly beautiful about the woman, the smoky air in the room reflecting light on her at all the right angles.
The Madam considered saying something insulting to the man, but the woman beat her to the punch. Grrr, kitten has claws. The woman had quickly accused the man of cheated at his game, whatever the hell it was called, and then dismissively turned from him. Had the man really been cheating? Very possibly as most people in the place attempted to. Did the white haired woman actually see and recognize his cheating? No, likely not but in any case Shera was impressed. The wit and cold ferocity of the woman deserved a drink if nothing else. Plus she had finally made the trip at least mildly interesting for Shera and if there were no handsome men in sight then she might as well have some girl time.
“You there, fiery temptress!,” Shera called out in the woman’s direction as Shera made her way toward her. “I’d say you’ve earned yourself a drink for that performance!”
Shera reached her in a manner of seconds, the place was not that large after all, and motioned for the two of them to sit together. Shera was not sure how the woman would respond but if she didn’t want to drink with her, but she was hoping the two could gossip for a bit. She pulled a heavy wooden stool to an ornate looking round table to sit upon, thankful that this wasn’t one of those everyone, everyone, sits on the floor kind of places.
“Excuse me, attendant! Bring us two pink dragon lilies please, and make mine a double.”
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