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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Jul 2, 2006 14:01:09 GMT -5
Time setting is the Roarin'Twenties. ^^
(Just before the great depression with high moral and thriving economy... etc.)
Fantasy can be added if we see fit, but that might make it a little more complicated... We'll see...
My post to come in just a moment.
=)
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Jul 2, 2006 14:15:15 GMT -5
Stella took a deep drag of her cigarette, staring at it thoughtfully. Only four years into the Roaring Twenties and already she was tiring of it. This was supposed to be their great future, too. Well, that was grand.
She looked up and exhaled through her mouth the toxic smoke. A car chugged past the street of underground bars that she'd once enjoyed.
Stella sat back on the edge of the curb, cigarette still in hand, and watched as the tip emitted a steady, curling string of white smoke.
Perhaps life would be more exciting if she had to work for it. Her family was filthy rich, owning just a little over seven and a half billion dollars... And that was as far as she knew. She even had her suspicions that there was quite a bit more, but finances were never really her scene.
But, then again, she did have to work to obtain her true reckless, social-riskah image. The thought of her mother's mortified expression after she'd cut her hair short brought more pleasure to her than any man ever could. But even that was accepted over time after her father insisted that this was just another way to "express herself." Which, though true and grand, wasn't what she was looking for. He even bought her a bottle of some heavy alchohol drink which was gone the next morning, anyway. (Presumably consumed by her father himself.)
Stella drank. Lord, did she ever. But Stella was no dissolute drunk as her father was. On the contrary, for all her drinking, she has never been explained as intoxicated.
All Stella did was be accepted and given no boundaries. She wanted to know her limits, but they refused to show themselves. Now she drank, bedded more men than that of every and any woman in her families combined, and used language that would make even a drunken sailor blush.
Ah, these were the days indeed.
Yesterday had suprised her with a fine gentleman, though.
(What was his name again? Peter? No, it was something more unusual...)
In fact, wasn't she supposed to be meeting him somewhere on this street again tonight?
(Right, right--Pierce. That's what it was.)
Oh yeah... Forgot about that...
Twilight hit. Neon lights flew on. Stella ground her cigarette out on the pavement, stood up and left.
Roaring Twenties and she was in her prime.
ooc;; Someone could take Pierce if they're unsure of a character or looking for one of their own... If no one claims him in the first couple posts, then I'm gonna bring 'im in in a couple of mine.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 16:28:23 GMT -5
ooc; I'll join in when
1) The 1800's rp gets going and
2) I figure out a bit more about the 1920's... >.<X
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 16:35:12 GMT -5
ooc; okies, you know what? Screw what I just said.. I'm in the mood for writing....
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 17:18:31 GMT -5
Belindaline Upkork.
What a silly name. And Miss Belindaline Upkork could not tell her parents this enough. Yet somehow, they always failed to hear this remark.
Poor girl. So her name, from then on was Linda. And when, per chance, was then? Then was the time when a certain Miss Belindaline was challenged by another youngster of her age (4 and six elevenths, by the way. ALthough, perhaps the girl was more like an early 4....).
Belindaline. Feh. So Linda was stuck with the name. She wasn't just yet old enough to legally change her name. And she was stuck in her rich-yet-not-so-rich-and-more-of-a-middle-class neighborhood. If you could call it a nieghborhood.
Linda of Westlake. Even that was not fulfilling or pleasing. She wanted something terrifying! Something that would make a mob let her in.... She wanted to be part of a Mafia or two, however there were none of the sort in the area.
So she was working on finding a great, powerful gang. She was sure she could get in. Her father taught her moves. And so did her uncle. Well, when her uncle was around... and not a drunken fool. And her mother... well, let's just say her mother was very reluctant to let her daughter continue in her footsteps.
But it was all a sham, anyways; their existance. They had no money. In fact, her mother's boss owned everything except them themselves. And with no one but her mother was that line so close. Good thing Henry and Daala Upkork only had one child, or else they would not be living in such a nice place. If you could call it living.
Daala knew, though, that one day soon, the boss would die. And there was a hefty prize included with that day. Not only at least 2 million in hard cash, but also precious freedom.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 17:30:02 GMT -5
[continued]
Linda needed a new name.
That much was clear. Perfectly clear. Crystal. As transparent as shined glass.
So what would it be. Oh, the tremors of sweet sixteen. Old enough to get in, young enough to be denied. And she was short to boot. She had to carry an ID almost everywhere. And you can bet that made getting into a decent gang a perfect hell.
She'd already been run out of three. What happened to third time's charm? It had always worked for her. Oh, this was so discouraging.
Yes, she was a superstitious. Very. There would be no changing that one. "As brave as a pirate, and `fraid as one too" her mother would say.
And yet.... The fact that the second wasn't truly a gang... that bothered her. Not technically. They were gathering members.... But they were not, as of yet, a gang. Not recognized as one by the others. Did that count? Had her luck not yet run out?
Well, she would just have to sit back and see. And somehow, she was pretty good at that. Even though she was a go-forward-on-your-own-and-make-your-own-path kind of person, she could easily sit back and wait. Although her fingers would often twitch as she did.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 17:46:58 GMT -5
ooc; Alright, now that I've introduced one, I figure I'll get ahead of my self and create another.
ic;
So she was in a gang. So what? Her parents had left. And since Usurper had left her in charge, the rest of the gang was crystal clear about the whole matter. None of them knew why Usurper had left. To them, Usurper just had.
They didn't even know Usurper's real name. But everyone knew that Usurper was the greatest gang leader. And she was a girl. She had made the Kwells one of the best. To be with the Kwell was an amazing thing. And yet they weren't very picky.
Revel had made that work. Oh, almost no one knew her as Revel. To her gang, she was boss. Or at least to her face. To each other, and everyone else, she was Turbine.
And sure, Revel had a last name. And she had it written down somewhere. But it didn't really matter. Not to her.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Jul 4, 2006 3:59:33 GMT -5
ooc;; Wow... Nice. 1920's=
-time just before the Great Depression. (The economy is thriving, country moral is high, etc.)
-Women taking a new, risky look over the old-fashioned. (Flapper girls.)
-Just after WWI
...And those are the major points.
><
Allow me to finish reaing your post and then I'll reply..
And just a little FYI; I don't think many people will join...
>>
(That just means we'll hafta create lots of characters, then.
=D
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Jul 4, 2006 4:08:23 GMT -5
Stella yawned. What she craved was a party. One of the scandealous party her older sister threw. (Though, she was pretty sure that she was laying off those for a while for she'd found herself to be preganant.)
Antha would be a great mother, though. And Stella was positive that her mother was thrilled for this. It would settle Antha down quite a bit. She'd already started to stop hanging on to the brilliance of youth at age 26. (An age at which many people were already married.)
Stella's eyes flew over to meet a group of men whose eyes had not been in the proper place. She threw a playful smirk their way and waltzed over to them, handling the pavement like a cat walk in the natural fashion she always had. But really, tonight she wasn't in the mood for anything... except maybe creating some havoc. That she was always in the mood for.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 4, 2006 17:13:08 GMT -5
ooc;
-rolls eyes-
How come your charries are always flirts?
I guess it's just impossible for someone so dirty to play someone innocent...
-blinks-
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 4, 2006 17:16:52 GMT -5
ic; Linda ran scatter-brained down the street. She slowed down as she saw the girl.
Who was she? She was... She must be a Flapper. That coy woman could obviously bed a man in a minute.
Linda flicked at one rough nail and flipped her head up; a look that was either complete innocence or absolute malice.
She walked slowly by.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 4, 2006 17:25:21 GMT -5
Revel looked around the camp. Who would do? She tapped her chin. Who would do, who would do, who would it be? She glanced over her gangsters, shaking or nodding her head. FInally she looked downwards. Why did it always have to be so... difficult?
She looked back up, her eye catching many a people: those who were watching her intently; those pretending not to care (but not doing so well a job); those who didn't know what was going on (they wouldn't do... would they?); a couple who were catching some good Z's; and those who she wasn't quite sure were even who she thought they were. The most latter could be spies, and obviously would not rush into a close job with her.
Finally, she made up her mind. Her eyes singled her choice out and their gazes met. "Up!" she ordered.
The peckish girl was beside her in an instant. "Yes Turbine?" she asked, her eager tone unsettling. But Revel had to smile. She loved this girl.
"Alice, I need you to come with me." Alice smiled, then, "So where t--" But she was silenced with a slight from Revel.
"Come on, girl, we got business."
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 5, 2006 8:16:16 GMT -5
ooc; They don't have much to do now (REvel and Alice I mean) so I'm gonna keep going.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 5, 2006 8:31:39 GMT -5
They slipped and slinked through the dark alley ways. Only once they were in a fire escape, rickety though it may have been, did Revel confide.
"Alice, I need your certain... charms to work with someone you've ... known before."
Alice glanced at her, trying to work out several words and their meanings int his particular sentence. Finally, she asked who it was.
Revel laughed. "You'll see soon enough," she said, met with a droned, "Yes, Turbine."
***
Alice walked through the curtain with graceful speed. In reality she was cursing Turbine with all her might, her teeth clenched in thought of the forceful way she had been pushed to this room. Which she was now sure was certain doom.
Finally she glanced around. Didn't she know this place...? No, wait, that's not it. She was thinking of the old guy's house behind the supermarket. So where was this? She was certain she had never been here before.
It certainly was an odd enough room though. Through and through. Wait. What was that? Oh, someone was coming through another curtain.
She stopped dead at the man before her. Oh, she knew him. She knew the dark hair on his head, and the icy cold eyes that stared you through, yet didn't care. That shock of green in his eyes always got to her. Oh, Gods, why had Turbine stuck her here with him?
And yet... the answer was so clear. This man could help, obviously, in one way or another. WHo knew how? Well, Turbine obviously. But Alice was sure this guy... would not accept her this time. Last time she had been so much younger.
The man looked her up and down. "I been exp-ectin` you, M'Alice," he said through his teeth. Oh (she shuddered), his accent was thick as ever. Where he came from, he never said, nor did his voice ever let on.
Still, Turbine, Boss, had sent her in here. And she was friends with Turbine. Or, at least, she thought she was. That was the hardest part of being with the gang. The Kwell were just like any other. Nothing too special.... Except Turbine of course. Oh, and the late Usurper.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Jul 5, 2006 8:58:49 GMT -5
She stood stock still. He looked her up and down. "No curt`sy? No par`lor manners? You are bein wel`comed innue my home, here." Then he smiled, his perfect teeth as frightful as ever. "You bein as stub`orn as eveh. I like, M`Alice."
Suddenly, she smiled coyly. THis was the only way to get anything with him.
"You have particular... services," she explained, "And you know I have mine. But I need to know what you're giving, before I determine what I give."
He laughed. "Girl, I'll give you a thousand dollars for a kiss."
She walked over and gave him one. He was handsome enough. Hell, he was handsome to boot. But he still creeped her out. And it's not that he was old. Not really. Or was he? She couldn't tell. Maybe that was what scared her. But she had delt with him before, when they were both a bit younger.
He laughed. "Uh-uh-uh," he taunted, a figner waggling. "Like this."
It wasn't that it felt bad. It was more that she didn't like him.
She held out a hand. "I want a thousand now, Sir."
He laughed outragously. It drove her nuts. She needed to get out of here. "Fine," he said, and handed it over.
"Now," he said. "Your... lady, sa`id that you need a few tho`usand. Maybe fif`teen? And only half of that can be ea`rned by you."
Oh. My. Gods. Alice hated this business. She was no Flapper. But this stupid man thought that she was. How, she wasn't quite sure. Oh, and maybe she was a bit harsh on the FLappers. Maybe they weren't all as bad as she thought. But she'd known one of the worst. And that made all Flappers bad.
She smirked. "Half? Then that's all you get." He sighed, but consented.
***
Turbine waited anxiously outside. Oh, how could she have sent poor Alice in there? She knew that it would be bad... but.... The fuckin man (no pun intended, seriously) had requested something of the sort. So she had to give in. But Alice knew how to manage him.... To a degree. Right? Or did she? She had mentioned him before. But maybe! Oh well. Their next job would be any errand for him.
Finally, Alice came out to get her. Oh, poor Alice was all disheveled. "Alice, I'm sorry."
Alice just shook her head, and told her it was for the gang. "So, he's requested you come in now." Revel went straight in. No need to let this girl stay near ... him any longer than needed.
"So?" she asked as he stood there. She noticed him eyeing Alice a bit to closely in the wrong places. So Revel stepped between the two.
He sighed. "I wan Ven`ician Gl`ass, girls."
Revel couldn't help but smirk. "Of course, Sir." Oh, this would be easy.
"Ah-ah-ah," he scolded in those horrible tones, "I want a Ven`ician Gl`ass Bird. Blue in co`lor. No biger than the pa`lm of my hand. Go`lden eyes, and a singl` green f`eather."
Now Revel couldn't help but gape. What was with this lunatic? That bird would have to be more than the fifteen thousand that this errand was getting.
"Now, girls, li`sten. Only ten are in ex`sistin. Get me un, and I gi`ve you fi`fteen for this un. Tha's thi`rty o`er-all."
Revel shook her head. "Twenty for this."
He got angry. "Li`sten, Re--"
She calpped a hand to his mouth. "Twenty, or not at all."
He nodded. "Fi`ne." Then he smiled. "Ten`er spot, eh?"
Revel walked out, leaving Alice to follow.
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