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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Sept 14, 2012 18:10:20 GMT -5
There was a bit of a twisted history with Malaki Amherst and Dominique Falcone. They met when her father was still in charge of the family and when Malaki was but a rookie cop. There was attraction there as she liked the darker side of people, it was what drew her to them. The whole mob was darkness, corruption and greed. Why did she do this? Her father had doubts that a woman could carry something this large without it falling on her face hard. A part of it was to prove him wrong. She could do it no problem. She had managed to turn it around a bit to further take the heat off of her. It was important to stay off the radar in her mind as it allowed her to do so much more. If there was a person that was ordered off she had no problem pulling the trigger. She was very hands on in her line of work and she'd have it no other way. She wasn't insane, she knew right from wrong. The law couldn't touch her so she did as she pleased.
She wasn't untouchable, she knew that but she placed it in the back of her mind. Allowing such a thing would create cause for error. In her line of work, one fuck up and she could be done. She already had Black Mask working hard on fucking everything up she's worked for. He thought himself as the true owner of Gotham. He needed to worry himself with his cosmetics and leave it to the Queen. She stepped down the large wooden stairs of the Falcone Manor located not to far off from the Palasadis. She wasn't allowed the privileged life until her mother died and silently she wished she had done away with the bitch before she kicked it to cancer. She latched the back of her diamond earrings as she heard her phone chimmed. She walked to the large kitchen and picked the device from the marble island in the center. Her fingers glided over the hanging pans above.
'You stood me up the other night. I'm five minutes away, you better have a good excuse, Dommy.' She narrowed her eyes at the screen.
She had forgotten about the meeting when she was about five glasses into her drink and a few shots in with a man named Johnny at her bar. He was attractive but Dom's night escapade was influenced by the alcohol more than she liked to admit. It had been a while and there was pent up frustrations. It was nice to able to relax and let go, to be a woman who gave into her whims from time to time. Malaki had been on the recieving end as well as Dom for his for years roughly on and off. They had a colorful history of hatred and lust. She doubted he loved her, she didn't think Malaki was one for love and she wasn't looking to be a mindless puppy, slave to passion. It was all in fun. It kept Malaki wrapped up in her as well as the money. She had no cares who he spent his time on, she knew of his appetite.
She placed the phone down and walked to the main area and prepared herself a strong whiskey as she walked to the door, a car door slammed from her drive way. She took a large sip as her hand gripped the knob and opened it to see Malaki walking up the stairs but a few feet from her.
"You know I should be dress shopping right now. The Angeles Ball is tomorrow night and I have nothing to wear." She took the last sip of her drink as she slightly pointed at him, her brows raised. "Are you going to that?" She asked innocently to avoid his questions. She saw the look upon his face and she turned on his heel and walked back into the main room decorated in blacks and other darker colors. She poured herself another glass while getting a cup out for him though she doesn't pour any drink but her own. She glanced to him and smiled quickly. "You look paler than the last time I saw you. Working hard?" Dom knew he'd see through her act in a heartbeat. Aside from their history she did hold him as a sort of friend in some ways. [/blockquote]
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Post by Malaki Amherst on Sept 17, 2012 3:25:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]He was sitting in his car, music up a little too loud, cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he just stared out the window, head bobbing slightly with the beat. Ki didn't want to do much of anything tonight, he was having one of those damned moments of clarity, realization that yeah, he was kind of a piece of shit. Terrible human being who did terrible things for terrible reasons at the request of equally terrible people, his grandfather was probably rolling in his grave. Good. Well, that was more then enough incentive to shake of the momentary angst and get on with the night. Wow, he really was a bastard. Sighing in a soft annoyance Ki fished his cellphone from the ridiculously tight pocket of his ridiculously tight leather pants he had somehow managed to slip into that evening to send his favorite mobster a message. Dominique, he never could make his mind up on that woman, whether he actually liked her or just put up with her for the sake of the money. One thing he knew, was that he didn't care to be stood up damnit, especially when he had to drag himself away from trusting Swedish sisters to meet with a woman that wasn't going to suck his dick that night. It wasn't long before he was looking up at that obnoxiously lavish place of hers, scowling as he took a last deep drag of his smoke. No doubt she heard the car door slamming shut, flicking the cigarette away he exhaled slowly and shoved his hands in the pockets of his trench, walking up the stairs with a sigh. Ki looked up in time to see the door swing open, bitch was too damned pretty for her own good, not that he would ever actually say that out loud, ever, "And ya would be if I hadn't gotten stood up last night, who were you suckin' the life outta, I gotta know," He tched when she sidestepped the question, rolled his eyes as he looked around, "Probably not, Evie might, she loves that type of shit," He just loved spending money, he didn't care to spend time with elitists though. Stepping up beside her Malaki took the liberty of pouring his own drink, knowing damn well the woman wouldn't serve him a glass of water if he was dying. He gave her a weary glance at the smile though, "Yeah, believe it or not, shit's actually been gettin' worse out there," Even he hadn't thought it was possible, but there it was, he was crammed with paperwork and field work and work work work from all sides, "You're lookin' as bright eyed and bushy tailed as always though," He sipped his drink and found a particularly comfortable spot on her couch to toss himself onto, "Any fuckin' ways, you wanted information, and I've got some," Maybe a little more rough then usual, he still hadn't shaken off the feeling of being a terrible bastard, may as well just act like one then. WHERE: Dom's house o.o MUSIC: Night Vision - Veela WEARING: Leather of course NOTES: Malaki -pets him-
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Sept 18, 2012 0:25:55 GMT -5
PRAY TIL I GO BLIND- - - - - - - - pray cause no one ever survives- - - - - - - -Tag: Malaki Words: ### Lyrics: rev 22:20 - puscifer Outfit: Not yet 8D Notes: -pets them- 8I I'm listening to all types of dubstep for this reply.- - - - - - - - - - - - -
"And ya would be if I hadn't gotten stood up last night, who were you suckin' the life outta, I gotta know," She simply blinked. Her brows were up in the air as her lips were pulled in slightly.
"Hm?" She asked innocently. "I was saving kittens as far as you're concerned." She said as she looked up. "Out of towner. He came into the bar, we talked, we were naked. Don't tell me you're jealous, sweetheart." She said sarcastically as her hand slightly touched his cheek as she walked past him as he prepared his drink.
So she was to go to the ball alone. That was fine. Dominique was more a tiger while the rest of the people were her food. She didn't need a person to protect her though she knew in the back of her mind she did. She had some smarts in fighting but not enough to take on someone like Bane. Scarecrow or Robin, maybe, but in the end her feeble woman muscles would tire before the others. She relied on guns and bullets if she needed them and in most times that was what was the killing blow. Her hands had done so much already, the way it felt to feel the warm hot of breath on her hands as she kept them there while the other attempted to breathe. There would be times in which she would remove her hands to start the panic all over again.
"Yeah, believe it or not, shit's actually been gettin' worse out there" Her blue eyes cut up to the man who had taken up residence on her plush leather couch.
"Take your shoes off if you're going lay there. I don't like dirty things." She said as she placed a hand on her hip, her glass met her lips.
"Worse in the Bat family or...?" Dominique walked to the large set of windows as she peered outside. It was quiet where she lived but she didn't live in the downtown of Gotham. No, she resided at the Falcone Manor, the one her half-siblings spent their time in while she lived in the city forced to watch from the outside-in. But now two of them were dead and the other was in hiding with their mother, Louisa. Carmine was locked up inside of Arkham and she had no interest in allowing him out.
"You're lookin' as bright eyed and bushy tailed as always though," She turned her head slightly, the dark curtain of her hair concealed most of her face until she turned to face him directly. She gave him a small smile.
"From you, I take that as a compliment. Thank you." She said as she downed the rest of her drink and set it on the table before she kicked her heels off and stood in front of him, the ottermon in between them as well as the coffee table. The contents on the surface was scattered with traces of powder, weed, and tobacco. Dominique was one to experiment with things that altered the mind so that it could prevent her remembering the toxin that elected to work in it's own time.
"Any fuckin' ways, you wanted information, and I've got some," She smirked. She knew what to do from here.
"Don't be so rude. You should remember who pays for your life style." She said as she moved closer. "Does it eat away at you a little bit? Our... history." She stopped and poured herself a glass before she looked at him and poured more in his own. She raised her brows at his look and sat the bottle upon the table once more. "You know, you are the only one I actually count on for the serious things, Amherst. You should remember that before you act like I've kicked you in the dick."
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Post by Malaki Amherst on Oct 9, 2012 0:15:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Ki didn't bat a lash, "Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?" He didn't do jealous, Malaki was the bastard everyone wanted to be or be with, jealousy had no place with him. Or so he always said, "Annoyed maybe, I had a good night planned but I didn't get to have mine since I had to skip out only for some other bastard to get his, you owe me Swedish models, blonde and six foot eight preferably," He snickered, "Or you can blow me, either one would work right about now," It sounded like a joke, but the look in his grey eyes was more much more serious then his tone. Not that he actually expected her to provide either for him, but hell it was worth putting that out there, partially out of his sense of entitlement and partially because he was just an asshole. And Malaki was always an especially big asshole after he had himself a momentary identity crisis, like he needed to be a bigger dick to the world while he patched up the crack that had decided to show in his facade, even if no one had been there to see it. Just knowing, just his own knowing was enough to make him that much more defensive for a few days. His eyes rolled at the command, "Whatever you say your highness," The sarcasm dripped off his tongue, and although he normally wasn't so bad, tonight he just couldn't seem to stop himself, either way he conceded and kicked swiftly kicked his boots off, letting them hit the floor with a dull thud, "Worse as in everythin' in general Dom. The more fuck nuts run around the city the more them damn flying rodents make an appearance, ya see the collision? And it ain't anyone of interest either, just bastards that have no respect for a damn thing," Even Malaki had some morals, though people would be hard pressed to actually find them. Ki all but brushed her off, she could take it anyway she wanted. He had a chip on his shoulder tonight and just didn't care. She was hot, she knew that, he knew that, everyone knew that, too bad she was a grade A bitch most o the time because of it, "Ya wanna know what can eat me?" Ki deadpanned, giving her a once over and sipping his drink, letting the innuendo hang there or a moment. Did it bother him? Of course it did, they had a colorful history that he spent a lot of time and drinks trying to forget, there was a time he even thought he might have had feelings for her, "I just wanna point out that you have kicked me in the dick before," The man reminded her dryly, having another swig of his drink, "Look, you wanted information right? Ask me what ya want exactly so we can both be on our merry ways, I actually have a job remember?" One that he took rather seriously at times. WHERE: Dom's house o.o MUSIC: Night Vision - Veela WEARING: Leather of course NOTES: excuse him, he has a chip on his shoulder
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Oct 17, 2012 3:27:27 GMT -5
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"Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?" Dominique pursed her lips as her looked at him from under her brows. He could fight it all he wanted, she knew what he liked. Her eyes did flash with a bit of hurt for barely a moment, if he had been watching her close enough Malaki would have seen it. He had seen it times before with different occasions, the pair had known each other for quite the while, she couldn't have been much older than a few months passed her twenty first birthday. He was a new cop in the task force of Gotham and Carmine had the money to take him where ever he wanted to go. She blinked once and it was gone, she further rolled her eyes at his comment of twins or her own mouth. She glanced at him for a moment, the look she's given him but a few times.
It was the submissive side of her. The woman who craved pain, who needed the dark in order to make her alive. Malaki was able to punish her. He and one other has seen who Dominique truly was through acts of passion. But she was able to dish out the punishment and torment that Malaki needed in ways. She felt that, as well as the money, was what kept the FBI agent in league with lady Falcone. She was a spoiled queen and he her undersecretary. "Whatever you say your highness," She smiled as she took a sip of her drink, the clunk of his boots brought her attention back to him as it had trailed off to look upon the piano. She did enjoy playing oh so very much. Through the keys it was how she coped with some stresses. It released chemicals in her brain of happy and feel goof, a momentary distraction. "Worse as in everythin' in general Dom. The more fuck nuts run around the city the more them damn flying rodents make an appearance, ya see the collision? And it ain't anyone of interest either, just bastards that have no respect for a damn thing,"
"There is something I'm going to need you for. Don't tell me I'm crazy, don't even try to talk me out of it," She started as she walked to the table and grabbed one of the various pain killers and popped it into her mouth as she chased it with an old glass of water from earlier that day. Her fingers then picked up a menthol cigarette and lit it up before throwing the lighter back upon the table. She took a seat on the piano bench a few feet away from the detective.
, "Ya wanna know what can eat me?" She raised a brow, a coy smirk played on her lips. She watched as raised the drink to his lips and took a sip, never once break their stare. "I just wanna point out that you have kicked me in the dick before."Look, you wanted information right? Ask me what ya want exactly so we can both be on our merry ways, I actually have a job remember?" Her expression darkened quickly as her lips were pulled together in a sneer.
"And you should remember who helped you get there. Do I get the feeling you're ungrateful?" She asked as her head shook ever so slightly as it raised to show him his place, her eyes wide with challenge. Without more than a second glance she turned in her seat, finished her glass and set it on the top of the piano. She cleared her throat, her brows still furrowed in anger. Her fingers came to the white keys as she began to play a soft tune. She exhaled deeply as she shook her head sending a wave over her shoulder. She felt the calming rush of the opiates as they took hold her mind, her body became loose as she turned her head to profile, her eyes glance back at Malaki before she returns front.
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Post by Malaki Amherst on Nov 9, 2012 7:15:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Oh god he hated when she started a sentence like that, anything that started with her needing something from him where she told him not to try and talk her out of it was usually something utterly ridiculous that he needed to talk her out of. Not that it ever worked, because why the hell would she listen to him? He was just the whipping boy, it was true, even if the honesty of that statement made him twitch with annoyance. But that did nothing for his nerves, which were now definitely on notice, what the hell could she possibly throw at him tonight that she would tell him not to talk her out of it. "Fuck me Dom, what are you planning? I fuckin' hate when you get that look on your face," It was normally the precursor to him having a very bad night, usually entailing her doing something insane and him running around like an asshole trying to fix it without getting physically injured, or fired, or arrested, or any combination of the three, "Look, sweets, if you gotta tell someone not to call you crazy, then typically, its pretty fuckin' crazy, all I'm sayin'," It came dangerously close to sounding like he was worried about her, because at times like these, he actually kind of was, though he would bite a bullet before actually saying so. They had a ton of history, so much in fact that he felt he needed to play the asshole in their games or god forbid he might risk some sort of injury that wasn't of the physical nature. Could never ever show her that much though, she was the devil after all. That caused a scowl though, "It wasn't outta the goodness out of your heart though, now was it?" He wanted to add that she needed a heart for it to be that, but even he knew when he was poking the proverbial bull. Even feeling like the biggest asshole today Ki had enough of a survival instinct to know when to just stop. Instead he downed the rest of his drink and stood, hands itching to grab another smoke, because seeing someone else with a cigarette triggered that particular need in him, Ki shifted through his coat pocket for a cigarette and his lighter. Upon finding one and getting that much needed first hit of nicotine the man practically prowled over to where Dom sat at the piano, footsteps almost unheard on the floor since he had taken off his heavy boots, "And here I thought the devil always played a fiddle Dom," It was a lazily drawled question, one hand resting on the end of the piano and the other on her shoulder as he leaned down by her side so he was level with her, "I could teach you, ya know," The words themselves seemed framed by the combining smoke of their respective cigarettes, feeling rather like the devil himself at that moment then the advocate that he was. His grandmother had always insisted he needed more culture in his life, the violin lessons he had been forced to endure in childhood Ki would never admit to having enjoyed, "Tell me Dom, what terrible thing would ya have me do tonight?" He'd be lying if he said that every now and then, he enjoyed the errands she sent him on, but he was sure tonight was not going to be one of those nights. WHERE: Dom's house o.o MUSIC: Night Vision - Veela WEARING: Leather of course NOTES: congrats, you worried him
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Jan 6, 2013 1:12:29 GMT -5
DOMINIQUE FALCONE DOM "Fuck me Dom, what are you planning? I fuckin' hate when you get that look on your face," She quite enjoyed the way he used his words, it was a reflective of who he was, what he was. A man who chased a bone, stuck it in whatever would let him. She chuckled inwardly but perhaps it was the pills she had swallowed not long before he entered her home.
"I like the way my face looks, I don't have to destroy it with all that plastic surgery," She spoke but not in an attempt to avoid the question.
"Look, sweets, if you gotta tell someone not to call you crazy, then typically, its pretty fuckin' crazy, all I'm sayin',"
"It's what one would call ambitious. Normally that merits a crazy title from one person to another." She replied. She knew her limits and she pushed them every day. Gotham would be hers once again, back in the hand of the Falcones. Perhaps it'll put to rest the swirl of thoughts that had to do with her father and his approval, or rather his doubt. She laughed at his prod, at the quite insult. They both knew her heart was just as tiny as the green Grinch. She did things that served her well, no one else.
Her attention remained on the musical instrument in front of her, the rustling of his clothing was heard but it was nothing to pull her concern. She inhaled the smell of his own cigarette which caused her to pull from her own, the smoke slowly exhaled as her eyes drifted shut slightly. His touch caused her to open them slowly, her head turned to look upon his face which was now level with her own. The space between them closed, he was close and Dominique did not draw back. Her blue eyes drifted down to his lips and then back to his unique eyes. "I could teach you, ya know,"
"Could you now?" She questioned slowly, the drugs had caused her pupils to shrink and her tone light and hazed. "I've always thought the violin was beautiful." She said while her eyes had a bit of a distant look within. Dom wasn't lost on the meaning, she knew he never pulled that out for anyone let alone an offer to teach. Just what was she to him? Really?
"Tell me Dom, what terrible thing would ya have me do tonight?" Her hand moved from the keys that had yet to be touched for the moment. She pulled him down next to her on the bench, her head moved to face forward once more though her eyes looked upon the vast walls, the decor within her home.
"I'm going to take Gotham back..." She said slowly. Her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip while her left hand grabbed her glass and brought the alcohol back to her system. "I'm going to be brought in by SHIELD. But you'll be the one who questions me," She said as her eyes moved to Ki, her head slowly followed. "I'm going to lead them to their ruining. Bane will break me out of holding..." She took a drag from her cigarette. "Then I'm going to gather an army so that Gotham can be mine. Again. I need you." She exhaled fully and finished her drink. "... You're the one person I know I can count on." She said slowly as her eyes moved up his body to his face, her voice quiet.
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Post by Malaki Amherst on Feb 18, 2013 2:40:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malaki2-2.png) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #ccc; width: 500px; height: 572px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"No one said anythin' about plastic surgery so don't go tryin' to change the subject woman," Malaki deadpanned quickly, a frown tugging at his lips, "You're deflecting," He knew the trick because he did that shit constantly, he was a master at sidestepping conversations, it came with his job territory after all. Granted there was something about the idea of her getting plastic surgery that annoyed him too, why ruin a pretty face after all? Malaki never could understand a woman's need to go under the knife and potentially mutilate herself to look beautiful, ninety nine percent of the time they came out the worse for wear. He made a face, "You can be ambitious without giving people mild coronaries......or at least most people can, you, you just like to push though," Push and push and shove until something bent or broke under her will really, everything did eventually, he couldn't think of a damn thing off the top of his head that Dominique Falcone had wanted and hadn't gotten. She always got what she wanted because she was crazy enough to push thing that other people wouldn't, which was a worrisome trait really, because that just meant that she'd keep upping the antie until something bad happened. The man just sighed quietly at the laugh, glad to know she wasn't going to slap him for that one which is why he continued on his quest to get closer to her, drawing another hit from the cigarette before letting the smoke curl out on the exhale. Malaki could debate all night whether he found her at her most beautiful when she was like this, just because when she was fucking smashed on those pills, on all the drinks he knew he could turn her into mush in his hands. Something that normally was not the case, just because when she was sober he'd rather let her do the talking, least he get put out of the house instead. Malaki never did do well with striking out after all. Oh but weren't those blue eyes just beautiful even in that damn haze? Ki smirked, "It is. Refined. Classic. It never goes out of style does it?" He was just close enough not that his lips could brush against the skin of her neck, words a smooth purr like he was talking about anything but the age old instrument. He had to wonder if maybe she was too far gone to get the message, not that he would ever get very much clearer then he was now. The man allowed himself to be pulled down, sitting beside her on the bench and taking another drag of his smoke in the process, wanting to hear just what she had planned. And that was when he choked on his next inhale, nearly coughing out a lung and glaring at her from under his hair, "Bane, as in the fuck that tried to blow us all off the map? That Bane? Dom tell me you're shittin' me," It sounded suspiciously close to a plea, or maybe it was just the fact that he had just about coughed a lung out onto her piano keys a moment ago, "I really hate it when ya look at me like that ya know," Because he just couldn't say no, even though he thought this entire idea had too many ways that it could go to hell in a hand basket. Taking a deep breath and then an even deeper drag of his smoke Malaki gave himself a moment to finish shitting a brick before fixing her with a wary grey eyed stare, "Fine, I'll make sure no one gets to talk to you but me," Something akin to a very dry chuckle escaped him, leaning in a bit closer, eyes dropping slightly, speaking in a tone meant for something like a dirty whisper he couldn't help himself, "Woman, you are fucking insane," He didn't know if he wanted to kiss her or lock her in a room somewhere so she couldn't go through with this, "You're probably gonna be the death of me too in the process," Sometimes she made him wanna tear his hair out, but a part of him was actually curious how this would go. It was probably the same part that was currently making him run a hand slowly up her back to pull her closer, pressing a kiss to her that was a lot less friendly and a lot more everything else in the process. WHERE: Dom's house o.o MUSIC: Night Vision - Veela WEARING: Leather of course NOTES: congrats, you worried him
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Apr 19, 2013 16:54:12 GMT -5
She did push, she was a pusher. She got what she wanted and didn't stop until she had it. While the drive was admirable, she wasn't driven for good. In her line of work, getting what she wanted meant she flirted with death. It was a dangerous business, one that costed the lives of several to be lost daily. Dominique would meet her end eventually but she refused to see it in the cards as of presently. There were too many things that needed her attention at present.
There they sat alone in the house. A house that would have had the sound of a five year old's laughter echoing in the halls. The man who sat next to her didn't even know but now wasn't the time. She was protecting him in her opinion, the heartache of what never was. She sucked on the cigarette for a moment, her fingers pressed the keys slowly causing the notes to drag on ever so slightly. This time tomorrow she would be at the Angeles Ball, probably talking to Eve and making snide remarks about the people in attendance. Her brows shot up as Malaki had begun to choke on his smoke, on his drink. She raised a hand to his back and patted.
"That'd be him." She spoke as she tapped the cigarette in the ashtray. "It'll last for however long and then just like the rest I'll have him killed, too. He serves a purpose and I'd be dull to ignore it."
She batted her lashes a bit more, her bottom lip poked out just slightly. She needn't convince him further, her womanly ways also had nothing to do with him agreeing. Malaki had never failed her and she was still terrible to him in ways. She believed he could roll over on her and would at some point. Her father had shown her through his people that no one stayed tried and true their whole life. It reminded her in the end every single person would be alone. She smiled at him and pressed her lips against his cheek.
Dominique grabbed her glass from the top of the piano and took a nice gulp from it. She set it down empty and felt the heat of his body come in closer. Her lips pursed into a smirk. "I like to think ambitious is the new insanity." She said as she turned her head back towards him. Her blues looked to his lips then back to his own unique set of eyes. "I'll try to make it as painless as possible..." She spoke and allowed her sentence to trail. She felt his lips take her own in and she returned the kiss, a hand moved upon his as her fingers wrapped themselves around his own. His lips were nice against her own, the chemicals in her body heightened the experience. Her nerves stood on ends as even just the soft flesh of his lips felt electric. She pulled her lips away though she didn't remove her body, their faces still inches apart.
"Shipment came in without a problem?" She asked as a fingernail moved down the side of his neck.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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