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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Angeles Ball (Open to Everyone!)
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Post by The NPC on Sept 6, 2012 14:41:16 GMT -5
His hands pushed the knot of the tie up against his throat, the image in the mirror was his favorite. He watched himself, not his fingers, as he moved his head from left to right, catching all of his angles. He looked good. There was no stubble on his face, no cuts or bruises. He was a man of fine tastes and he looked it. There wasn't a strand of hair on his head that was out of place. He was up there with the likes of Donald Trump as far as his real estate business was concerned, and prettier than Gotham's Bruce Wayne. To Clyde, he had a better mind for the business than Gotham's Playboy. The man was too busy with the women as far as he was concerned. How the man allowed others to run his business was beyond him. Clyde Angeles demanded that his employees be on their toes, always ready for an unexpected situation. To be caught with your pants down was something he avoided. There was a saying that if a person wanted something done right then they'd have to do it themselves. He'd be damned if he relied on some old man to do his work for him.
The hands on the clock counted closer to nine. Tonight marked his annual ball. The invitations were sent to the elite of the social world. Anyone who mattered and they were free to bring a guest. To everyone, Clyde Angeles was a welcoming, friendly man with a keen mind for business. There were few and far between who knew what he was actually like and those who did fell into his inner social group. They knew that he was working towards an alternate goal completely. In a secret lab, there were scientists that were working on a virus-- a virus that would be released in due time that if effective then it will cause a riot. And it would be effective or there would be hell to pay.
"What would I do without you, Sophia?" He asked with a wide smile as he walked to his gorgeous assistant who held his jacket in her hands. She was a beautiful blonde with a set of black rimmed glasses and curves that made an hourglass jealous. She smiled at him as his arms slipped through the sleeves. She moved to his front as she smoothed out the fabric, her hands took a bit longer around his chest as she did so. He looked down at her with a predatory glint in his eyes. "You're the only one I can depend on. The only one with a brain." He spoke as he kissed her forehead.
"The guests have already begun to arrive, Mr. Angeles," She said as she began walking right along side of him as he exited his bedroom.
He had no problem having the ball in his living quarters. If this house was messed up then he'd just go to Metropolis or Gotham, maybe even New York as he had multiple homes scattered around the world. The mansion in Washington D.C. had large spacious rooms, the interior all updated. The floors were black marble, the walls were dark red. It was furnished to the tens, each set of furniture was more comfortable than the last. He believed the way a person's home looked represented the type of person who lived there. Just like his appearance, his home was always clean, always impressive-- just the way he liked it.
The smell of sweet cooked foods filled his nostrils as he descended down the twisted stairway. There were drinks on the table, waiters with silver trays, finger foods upon thr tables. A large silver fountain sat in the center of the ball room that spewed rich milk chocolate with a variety of fruits and skewers that waited for the guests. He popped a cherry in his mouth and chewed, he grinned.
"Perfect." He spoke as he turned around to address the people who have already begun to arrive.
"Good evening everyone! For those who don't know, and I'm not sure why you wouldn't," He teased with a grin on his face, "I'm your host, Clyde Angeles, and welcome to the annual Angel Ball! Money raised tonight will be donated to my charity, Angeles Angels. We're working on a new project that will hopefully benefit millions. Enough of my talking, eat some food, drink until your bellies are full. And thank you again for attending!"
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Post by keegan on Sept 6, 2012 16:25:37 GMT -5
If Keegan was entirely honest, he didn't really want to be there. He'd always found something a bit...Odd about Mr Angeles. He could never quite identify what it was but he didn't really trust him, then again he was a business man and Keegan never trusted them. He sighed loudly in the car and glared pointedly at Skye. 'Look, come on sweetie, don't make me go...There's a gorgeous young boy back in my flat...I could be very busy with him right now and I'd have a far more enjoyable evening...' His PA only chuckled lightly and continued to flick through the calender on her phone, checking the next meeting she'd have to sort him out for in time. It wasn't that he was bad at organizing things, he just spent his life trying to get out of spending time with greedy, evil billionaires, just like now. His tactics changed as it became clear that simple begging wasn't going to work. 'Ok, you can have the boy, take him, he's very pretty, I'm sure he'll swing that way for a gorgeous girl like you!!' She rolled her cornflower blue eyes and gave him a look that told him to shut the fuck up if he valued his existence. He shut up, she could hit hard, plus it was hard to get good PA's who could put up with his bullshit without trying to kill him at some point. So he sat there in the gorgeous car and sulked on the leather seats. She watched his every move, from the pouting lips to the crinkled forehead with fondness glowing in her eyes, she was his best friend and most trusted confide. Ok!! Coming with me, you can be my date!!' He shouted suddenly as they started to pull up to the large house. She jumped and clutched her heart before looking at him like he was insane. 'You think anyone's gonna buy you suddenly gaining a mysterious interest in breasts? Dream on handsome...' Then she kissed him lightly on the cheek and pushed him out of the opened door. 'Have fun!!' He just put his middle finger up at her and didn't say another word.
It sure was a stunning house, he couldn't deny it, though perhaps a little over the top, but then again who was he to complain? He wandered in, looking like he'd walked off the pages of one of the magazine's he shot photos's for. His jet back hair was slightly ruffled and was matching his black suit, his white skin the same colour as the shirt he wore. Hmm, maybe the light in here was making him look even paler than normal. He shrugged it off and looked over the walls of the large building as Angeles rambled on about something or other....
It finally ended and he grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing waiter and downed it before grabbing another one to sip. If Skye thought he was going to endure this stone cold sober she had another thing coming.
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 6, 2012 21:34:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki had needed an escape, the gala had provided the perfect one. It was away from the seemingly never ending search for the scepter. Loki had easily teleported himself into the gala event. Alone. The god amongst men stalked his way to through the room. His tall lean build was covered in formal suit that was as black as the night sky, the vest he wore was a dark forest green over the black button down shirt.
Loki's whole person exuded danger, and he knew it was enticing. His vibrant green eyes scanned the crowd as he ordered a simple gin and tonic. His height was the only noticeable thing about him. A towering six foot four amongst the mortals.
The trickster leaned back against the make shift bar for the evening, cocking his elbow back to lean upon its surface. This lovely event was held by the very man who had extended an invitation to another gathering.
One that Loki was truly unsure of how actually he acquired one or rather how whoever this person was found his penthouse location before the avengers. Though this mortal man was a powerful one amongst his people. The man held information that was of use to the God.
Loki held no reason to damage a single thing here, not yet at least. Not until the moment felt right, or some fool spurned his wrath a most foul. Loki had cloaked his energy for the time being, not really wanting the said attention or even the off hand comments. In fact if it had not been a party, he would have passed for a ghost.
Loki let the waiter continue on his way for the time being, he'd just arrived it would have been a ill sign to start drinking at the first chance. Not that the contents would affect him in such small amounts. Unlike the being at the bar, no doubt drinking to take the edge off or something like that. The humans did call it liquid courage.
Though he had a feeling that the mischief would start early as the night grew on, Loki was very much the type to play with the wires of a circuit board just to see where the lights go out.
His moods were but elicit, changing between several various emotions and thoughts at the same time.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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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 8, 2012 19:57:51 GMT -5
If there was one thing her father failed at was his secrecy. He had no cares who knew he did what. He blatantly spit in the faces of the public, the law, and dared them to come after him. Everyone knew of the Falcone crime family as it was what held Gotham in chains for decades. With his pride on full blast, Carmine did attract the attention of the law, the ones he hadn't corrupted. They always had the areas in which he frequented under surveillance during big court cases in the hope of him slipping up and he would be behind bars for the rest of his life. He never had the luxury of doing his deeds without having to look over his shoulder. After the incarceration of Carmine at Arkham and further proof he wasn't a threat to anyone, the watchful eye of the police remained but it was focused on Sal Maroni. He was her pawn so that she may carry on with the dirty work.
In the cases of public events she used them as good publicity. She has had no run ins with the law and she intended to keep it that way. Though Maroni was dead and she was running the family business herself, Dominique stayed closed off from everyone. She was hardly found outside of her home or the small office in which a charity she started after her own experience with the fear toxin, as well as her father. It donated money raised through a similar event every year to help with the people who were effected by Jonathan Crane's fear toxin in memory of her own experience as well as her committed father. It was important to Dominique to show everyone that she wasn't her father nor her siblings though it was honestly a lie. They were alike in many ways, Dom just knew of the advantages of hiding the similarities.
She walked up the stairs to the enormous home of Clyde Angeles and paused for a moment. Was this really worth her time? She was attending to due branching out. Ever since the world swallowed another universe, and she wasn't sure which did which, Dominique thought it was better to expand in her allies as they could do wondrous things she and the Batman could not. She smoothed out her dress as she headed inside as she reminded herself to smile if people approached her. Some might recognize her if they kept up with Gotham News as her charity received press when it was organized. Others would just see a set of tan legs and bright blue eyes. She glanced around at the others and heard Angeles speak. She stood still as it was respectful to give the speaker her undivided attention though her eyes were scanning the crowd. There were quite a few people here and the number would continue to increase. Her gaze settled upon a rather tall gentlemen located over at the bar. She chewed the bottom of her lip for a second as she decided whether or not to approach him. She heard music fill the air as the violins and other instruments began to be played. People began to join and dance with smiles while she made her way towards the bar. She glanced at him once she was there.
"Amaretto sour, please." She looked over at the man who seemed lost in his thoughts. "You look like you need a drink or that you're just serious looking all the time."
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Post by Cole "Grifter" Cash on Sept 9, 2012 1:19:23 GMT -5
Cole straightened his tie and stepped out into the sea of faces. Fancy party called for fancy measures, and this extravagant evening was no exception. Jet black suit, red tie, five hundred dollar Georgio Armani sunglasses...and, of course, a hidden six-inch Smith and Wesson switchblade up his shirt sleeve. Cole was up to his old partying habits again, though, despite his better dress. Drink until you got either kicked out or laid or both, and the world would be all balmy and happy until the next morning's hangover. And soo, Cole soon found a niche by the bar. He casually leaned on it as people poured by. The crowd shifted left and right with the flow, stopping as the host came out and said a few words that the blonde didn't listen to. Ehh. What good was incognito going to do him here? Cole pulled off the glasses and stuck them in his pocket. As he raised the irish scotch up to his mouth Cole's brilliant blue eyes instictively scanned the room, picking out people of authority (and also, admittedly, some of the sexy women who were laying aroind. There were already some pretty heavy hitters out tonight, only a few of which Cole recognized. The women, he kept in the back of his mind for now. He loved just sitting here, people-watching.
The moment he walked in Cole's eye was drawn to a tall, dark-haired man, who had something about him that the blonde sharpshooter couldn't exactly pin down. His eye always came back to the other man as Cole swept the room again. Finally he just purposefully looked the other way. However, the other senses had already been piqued. The tall guy came and stood about ten feet away from where Cole was sitting. He stood there, doing what no one knew, but not calling over the barhop quite yet. Waiting was all that could happen now.
Then the woman. "You look like you need a drink, or that you're just serious looking all the time." Just sit here and drink, Cole. The blonde tipped his glass up again and could feel the ice touch his top lip.
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 9, 2012 3:53:53 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki paid no heed to the people that passed by him. The fleeting glances, the subtle words. He could care less for the mortals. He was only here to entertain the thought of seeking more knowledge from this Clyde. Though he only found himself remembering the ploy in Germany. The setting seemed the same, high end of mortal society, strutting around, drinking, dining.
No different then the feasts upon Asgard. Loki took his normal place, out of sight, out of mind. They were never thrown for him anyways, Always for Thor or battles won. Regardless if it had been for his magic that led to their overall victory. Tsk. Brainless strength was always praised over triumphs of the mind.
He looked over at the woman that clearly spoke to him, pulling him from his lost thoughts of now lingering on a home no longer. "Unfortunately it would have little effects upon me. There is no point in amusing such thoughts." He spoke lightly, keeping himself grounded. He needed to be paying attention to the room around him, watching for any potential problems. Though Loki's acidic green eyes caught the tracking of another. He carefully watched as a man was trying to watch him. Was it out of interest or reasons unknown. His own sharp eyes narrowed into a warning glance upon the blonde man.
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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For SCIENCE!
Love is when you want a kiss and you get bit
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Post by Eve Amherst on Sept 9, 2012 12:14:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://oi42.tinypic.com/34fkzk9.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #000; width: 500px; height: 490x; padding: 0px;, bTable]A gala, oh Eve did love a good party. Of course as soon as she had heard about the shindig the woman made up her mind to go, there was a whole new world worth of people to mingle with, to make nice and jealous. A tad narcissistic, more then a little vain, but what the hell did she care? She was hot, intelligent, and more then ready to play today. All work and no play and all that jazz and lately that was all Eve had been doing, work and work and work some more, she wasn't sure if her boss would show up to the event, but if he didn't she'd be there to represent the company in the best light. She had found gone shopping that day, found a dress that could kill, made sure she looked fierce before leaving for the party. Clyde Angeles, she had done a quick check on the man, he was rich, he was handsome, he was too good to be true. Ah well, everyone had a skeleton in their closet. Walking into his mansion she had to stop and just take it in for a second, a moment of jealously threading through her. Growing up she had always wanted to live in a place like this, granted she also always wanted to punch the people that did live in these sort of places in the face. It didn't matter now, she had her own money now, status, money and looks. Smirking at the thought she made her way inside, looking the place over again, this time with a detached disinterest. Walking through the party Eve took stock of who was there, and was that a Falcone at the party? Mental note to stay away from that particular snake, as a Gotham native she knew Falcone translated into the Queens English as 'stay the fuck away from' and she intended to do just that. Unfortunately she happened to be the shumck that brushed past the obnoxious Russian by the food screaming about spotted owls, "What. The. Hell?" She wanted to just keep on walking but that was so uncooth, "Excuse me, but what the hell? Your at a party, chill out," Ugh, who let the psychotic fat man with the speech impediment in? She was more then ready to continue on with her evening at that point. But seriously, at a social event, learn how to act or get out. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Words: 450 Music: nothin o.o Outfit: clickyNotes: ahh eve [/style] |
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Post by zara on Sept 9, 2012 12:28:19 GMT -5
Clyde Angeles’ charity ball had been on the cards for a while. Zara had not officially decided to go until that morning. It had been a less than pleasant few weeks with a range of things going wrong in the lab and Zara simply wanted to get away. What better than a charity ball where the host was utterly charming. She had finished up with her samples early in order to get herself ready. It was slightly weird since Zara hadn’t really made an effort since being with Matthew but perhaps it would be a nice change to get all dressed up again.
Dress and heels on and hair swept up and out of her face Zara made her way over to his mansion. It had always baffled her how someone could live in a place so large. Wouldn’t it get lonely? Wouldn’t it have been a waste when you probably didn’t even bother using every room? She had always been one for simple possessions, even now when she was making money, Zara couldn’t bring herself to spend it on a house and still lived in an apartment.
The room was filling with people and the began to mix and mingle and this was where she felt out of depth. Mingling with people was not really her strong point. There was the bar, but Zara didn’t really drink and so that would be a no go. There were plenty of tables filled with food but right now she had no appetite. A waiter came up to her with a tray of drinks and Zara pulled off a glass of orange juice and gave him a smile, ”Thanks.” Her eyes once again ran over the people in the room to see if there was anyone around that she knew. Zara was sure there were a few people from SHIELD around.
Definitely someone from SHIELD. Zara made it her personal business to know who was part of their dysfunctional family and had seen the portly man was one of them, though they had never really bumped into each other to talk. A woman had walked over to him and was questioning his outburst at the food. Zara edged forward a little but still kept a distance not wanting to really get involved but observing what was unfolding.
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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 9, 2012 17:30:31 GMT -5
"Unfortunately it would have little effects upon me. There is no point in amusing such thoughts."
The way he spoke intriqued her. Did he have a high tolerance or was there something a bit more underneath that? Her bright eyes looked him up and down for a moment before she tossed a look at the bar. Why entertain the thoughts when he could attempt it?
"Looks like there is plenty of alcohol here to try. No point in standing. You have a pretty girl at your side offering to get you a drink. You should accept." She spoke confidently. People either saw Dominique's attitude abrasive or determined. It was a way to get to know a person and the much taller, dark haired man was her interest.
She glanced to the blond man that had the same idea of a drink. It seemed like the only thing to do when you first arrive was to get a bit of that burning liquid in the gut. But she wasn't concerned with blondie, it was the brunette that had her full attention. There was something about him that made her persist. She understood small talk but she was Dominique Falcone and she got what she wanted. A glance to the room around her and she saw one pair of the Amherst twins. Her brother, Malaki, was quite useful given his postion in the already illegal, FBI. She took a sip of her drink as she closed a little bit of the space between them.
"How rude of me," She spoke lightly. "You can call me, Dom."
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Post by Cole "Grifter" Cash on Sept 9, 2012 19:02:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hum. There was more to the other than Cole imagined. The tall guy could tell that he was being paid attention to. A normal person would never be able to tell that. It piqued Cole more, urged him to go over and actually jump in the conversation. Yet, his stronger instincts told him to just let it lay for a while. No one would dare try violence at a party like this... Would they? It was a time for basking in a rich man's glory. Learning all one could from him about being rich, then simply deciding that it wasn't for you and becoming a poor bum again. Ahh, the good life. Being rich was for perfectionists. Cole was glad he wasn't. Draining the rest of the scotch, he set the glass down on the table, thanked the bartender, and, stuffing his hands in his pockets, wandered away into the crowd of people.
He emerged by the food table, a very embarrassed waiter and a man raving about spotted dick. It was a scene too comical not to laugh at. The blonde's smile spread across his face and he chuckled a bit, covering his eyes with his hands. Yeah, spotted dick was a really suggestive, funny name. Whenever Cole swung around to the UK, it was hard not to make any jokes about the beloved dish. Cole got in line and got a bit of his own to eat. Especially good-smelling were the flapjacks. He took a few, no syrup or butter, to eat plain. Yeah. He was weird. Everyone thought so, at least, Cole was sure. A little bit of action went on at the front of the line as a pretty lady shot off something in an annoyed tone to the fat guy- what nationality was he? Russian? German? Czech? Ukrainian? Russian, probably, but with the slur it was impossible to tell. Eventually the assistant with the guy hauled him off, and by that time Cole was right behind him. He had left a little room on the plate for the spotted dick, which he actually liked. As he helped himself Cole made it a point to treat the waiter respectfully. He seemed very flustered now, but at the same time tried to keep his valiant exterior. He relaxed a little as Cole's kindness erased a bit of the agonizing Borris. Then Cole searched for a small place to eat. Eventually a spot around twenty feet from the pudgy Russian's table suited him fine. It was against a tall stone pillar so he had to stand, but unfortunately at the moment there was no more seating room so it didn't really matter. There, he munched and resumed scouting. |
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 9, 2012 20:48:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down Loki turned his eyes away from hers to scan the crowd while she looked him up and down. It was a look of wanting, and he noticed it. However why he chose to entertain the thought was beyond even himself. Though he was. He gave her a shrug in response. "Hm. The assumption is quaint. Though It would do nothing for me." The god spoke as he moved to sit beside her on the bar stool next to her own. Such confidence was a bit of a refreshing thing to see in mortals. Unless they were in some form of a spandex costume and cheek bone hiding masks, they all seemed to be quite spineless.
His keen hearing was quite able to pick up on the ruckus that an old foolish shield agent was making from afar. The mortal man was quite the example of ignorance being nothing but bliss. In fact he made note that several agents were lingering in the crowd. It was just wishful thinking that they would leave him be, and not cause him to display himself for the being he was. Though he could rather easily dispose of the two. They could be defeated with a simple flick of his wrist and the flying of a blade. But only if need be.
So Dom was her name, surely it was short for Dominique or some thing of the like. Was he to give her his own, his real name. Further more would she know it? He did not know if the mortal population had publicized it. Though Logic seemed to dictate that they had not. Names would be but linked to faces. An no one had recognized him yet for the being that led the assault upon the city almost a year ago.
The Demi God saw no harm in it, the woman would either scoff at him or take him seriously. He cared not for which outcome it was. With a short length bow he spoke his own, "Loki"
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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Post by zara on Sept 9, 2012 23:03:08 GMT -5
Zara had been stood, sipping at her glass of orange juice. She was not one to question Fury’s judgement. Well she was, but she did it in private since she didn’t want to end up in a spat with the director. That wouldn’t bode well for her. The man, who’s name was escaping her at the moment tipped his hat, raised the drink and then winked at her. Oh how... lovely. Zara did another quick scan of the room and shook her head to herself. She may as well go over and get to know him. Being on good terms with other SHIELD agents would be a good thing to do.
Still with drink in one hand, Zara moved herself around people before reaching the two men. Just in time to head the words ‘Geneticist actually.’ Her blue eyes narrowed slightly. It made her uncomfortable when people knew things about her and she hadn’t told them. It probably unnerved other when she pulled out things she had picked up from their records but it didn’t stop her. Maybe that was why people kept clear. Sometimes, knowing too much was not an indicator that you could trust that person.
”I thought my ears were burning.” Zara said giving them both a smile. Zara held out her free hand and introduced herself to them, ”Zara O’Riley.” They may have already known who she was but right now she was trying to be polite. This was not the lab and so he snappy manner would not be very welcome. Biting her tongue and putting on a smile was what was really acceptable. Unless someone decided to start and then she would forget her manners.
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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 10, 2012 19:32:15 GMT -5
"Hm. The assumption is quaint. Though It would do nothing for me."
"And do you always need a reason to do something rather than be spontanious?" She questioned as her fingers traced her cup.
She took a sip as she watched the finely dressed man take a seat next to her. She smirked into her glass as she set it down empty. Her manicured fingers grabbed the red cherry and traced it around her lips as she looked at him, a brow raised as her plump lips covered the fruit.
"Another." She ordered as she looked to the bartender as he quickly hopped to the order.
"Loki." Her brows shot towards the heavens but enjoyed the curt bow. She liked the man more and more.
Here she was seated next to the man who had boldly attacked New York. Her head tilted to the side as her lips turned upwards in a closed lip smile, her brown locks cascaded over her shoulders. She viewed him as very powerful and quite misunderstood. He was the brother of the Thunder God, Thor-- she thanked the male Amherst in her head for giving her the low down on highly confidental information. Malaki had his moments in which she'd love nothing more than to put a bullet in his head but he was useful. Very useful for extracirrcular activities and the business side. But at the moment all she could see was the dark haired demi-god. She tossed a look to Borris, a man she had met and was working to covert his good side to a bad, then back towards the man seated next to her.
"Well, I must say it's my pleasure in meeting you. What brings you to something so petty as the Angeles Ball? Surely a man of your experience has better things to do."
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Ice in my Veins, Blood in my Eyes.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Sept 10, 2012 21:08:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down "With out direction in mind I tend to be destructive. " For the time being the Demi-God was trying to stay of the Radar.
Unless things were to happen that were not by his hand then he would act. Though right now, he was on the track to making this remain a calm night. Just a short take of stress release. One of the few outlets Loki carried over from his previous life, unlike Thor, Loki was a bit of a socialite. As where Thor was one for brawling pub gatherings. Evening Gala's had always been more of Loki's style. Elegance, sophistication, Intelligence. It was one of the fewer things he enjoyed apart from his magic.
He leaned his head to the side, popping the bones in his neck from the stress that was brought upon by the missing scepter. It was power that in the year he held the connection to it had become and addiction. It had but controlled his every actions at times during his assault upon shield and the cities. Funny, that his own so called, self proclaimed Brother could not see the slightest of differences in him. But he needed it. His own power felt like child's play compared to it.
Though Dom's flirtatious nature was not lost on Loki, His mind was simply else where. In his age, he had seen all the tricks a woman could use or rather try to. With him, it was not that simple as placements of fruit. Though no doubt she would have any lesser man groveling at her feet.
As she spoke again it pulled him from his thoughts of Thor's failure to see through the guises. The Feigned want to rule. Clearly from her words she knew who he truly was, and yet she held no fear of him. Interesting indeed. "I have nothing but time. I am waiting on Information, Until then, I can do what I please. There is no point in passing up a clever way to pass the time. " That Information was that of his Scepter. That and the man who held this very ball, held a gathering of so called villains, not but a night before.
"If you know who I am, and what I am capable of then why are you still sitting here and not running to the nearest S.H.E.I.L.D. Operative? There are several here, and I suspect there are more to show their faces as the night drags on."
Lets Tear it apart, Lets leave a Mark {ᛚᛟᚴᛁ} |
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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 10, 2012 23:57:15 GMT -5
"With out direction in mind I tend to be destructive. " She smirked darkly.
All it took was a little time and effort and people would fall before Dominique's feet. It didn't take much as her looks and seductive charm were enough to make a normal man fall to his feet. How would the Gotham Mob Princess compare to the women Loki had at his feet? She was human and he was not. She had character and spunk, she was creative and bold. She had power where others did not. She was a privileged woman, rejection was something she hadn't encountered in a long while and she vowed internally that tonight she would not taste defeat.
"I have nothing but time. I am waiting on Information, Until then, I can do what I please. There is no point in passing up a clever way to pass the time. "
"I've been known to be a bit resourceful," She began as she took a sip of her drink and set it down. She pushed her hands against the bar as her body moved to face him directly. She was unconcerned in the attack seemed a bit bold. "You can pass your clever time by asking me to dance since you rejected my drink offer."
"If you know who I am, and what I am capable of then why are you still sitting here and not running to the nearest S.H.E.I.L.D. Operative? There are several here, and I suspect there are more to show their faces as the night drags on." Her harsh blue eyes looked back forth in his gaze as if she was attempting in reading his soul. He hadn't a clue who she was or Loki wouldn't ask the question.
Though Dominique had been making a habit in distancing herself from her infamous last name, she was still a Falcone. She had decided in going the safer route in creating the alibi of being a child inherited into money who was attempting to do good. It was a front so that she could stay under the radar of the cops and anyone else who felt she deserved a closer look. She smiled and played nice by day but by night she was back in the family business.
"You should get to know me better, love. You may be floating around on your glitter and magics, I may still be human but I have things going for me. In fact," She leaned in a bit closer, "Once you get to know all of me, you'll see I'm good as gold." She winked. "Or whatever it is you value the most." She said with a shrug as she sat up and took a sip of her drink.
"Now, you're not getting any older and I want to get away from the fat Russian who isn't exactly cheering for our side. You can take me over to the center of the room with the rest of the dancing couples or I can just leave. No one else here is going to hold my attention the way you do, Loki." She said as she finished her glass and set it away from her. She looked to him with a look of charm with a coy smirk placed upon her lips.
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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