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Post by Connor Selwyn on Mar 12, 2010 13:46:21 GMT -6
  -----------------------------------------------shadows all around you as you surface from the dark, emerging from the gentle grip ofNIGHT'S UNFOLDING ARMS. DARKNESS[/size] darkness every where, do you feel all alone? the subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone. -----------------------------------------------------------the people he worked with wouldn't expect him to be seen in a place like this. that is, the people he worked with during the day; the sad fuckers who didn't really know who connor selwyn really was. those were the people he humored, pretending to be some shy little desk jockey interning with one of the most wellknown engineers in the department of defense. those were also the type of people he hoped would just get themselves into a car crash on some traffic-filled highway and do the whole world a favor: the type of people who won darwin awards. connor was not one of those people. he was far from it. he was the eldest son of the leader of the irish mafia, and his night job was much more attuned to his true identity. plus, this club was also much more attuned to his true self than those sad sacks he worked with during the day would ever know.
girls danced in large clumps out on the floor while couples made out in the dimness of the back walls, believing they had complete privacy and being completely unaware that someone was like connor was attuned to their behavior and knew exactly what they were doing without having to actually look. instead, he smiled to himself and surveyed the dancefloor, winking occasionally at the random teenage girls who smiled sexily at him. he was always in the mood for sex, but right now it would have to wait for at least a good half hour. he was only here because his father asked him to be. well, in all honesty, that wasn't entirely true. connor enjoyed this type of thing, so he freely volunteered to do 'survey work' in the local clubs and bars where he could pick up a fresh female specimen every night to take home with him after sufficiently doing his job as head of the irish mafia's army and recon team. he took strongly after his uncle kipper, his father's younger, more sexual, brother. kipper had always been connor's idol, right after his father, and for different reasons than the reasons he idolized his dad. his uncle had a wild side, a skewed sense of right and wrong which gave him the ability to overlook every day faux pas. he didn't care that he slept with multiple women and never saw them again, instead he lived for the moment: something connor had been trying to do his entire life. sure that had gotten him into a hell of a lot of trouble at times, but he welcomed it. trouble made him feel alive.
strobe lights popped on, striking the dancefloor and its sweaty patrons with rhythmic flashes that beat into the back of his brain. turning away from the lights, he walked toward the bar and settled himself, leaning on the end closest to a group of girls who watched him with batting eyelashes and drinks in their hands. he offered them a kind smile, perhaps one could even call it 'timid', as he waited for the bartender to give him his drink. getting drunk wasn't his aim even though he adored a good buzz because he needed to be sober enough to take in every detail of the place. with the impending creation of his family's sex business, his father had ordered him to observe the local hangouts to get a feel of what the youth liked. brothels didn't come cheap, and they were difficult to hide, so kyson selwyn needed to be sure he was doing everything exactly right to keep the business afloat. he couldn't have it falling down around them before it even got started. connor was his go-to man for finding out what young people wanted. he was in his prime of youth at twenty-four, and his good looks often got him even more information than he bargained for, an asset his father couldn't ignore.
finally his drink arrived, and connor downed it in one fell swoop, feeling the heat of the liquor sizzle its way into his stomach. he smiled and released a sigh of pleasure as he turned his back to the bar and propped himself up with his elbows behind him. now that he was certain he had everything he needed from this place, he could let himself just release and have a good time. hell, he planned to have a great time. he just needed to find the right girl to have it with. nodding at the girls at the end of the bar, he stood and walked off into the relative darkness of the club. he'd find her, he always did. he just had to be patient enough to allow her to make herself known. -----------------------------------------------[/center] tagged cassidy slade.
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Post by Cassidy Slade on Mar 14, 2010 0:18:52 GMT -6
( CASSIDY TAMARA SLADE )
OCTOBER, 2007. MID-EVENING. NONSENSE NIGHTCLUB. [/size] -----------------------------------------------------------she looks like sex, drugs, rock and roll,SHE TASTES LIKE CIGARETTES AND ALCOHOL
UP ALL NIGHT ON ADEROLL. INNOCENT, BUT NOT AT ALL-----------------------------------------------------------[/color][/center] - - - SINCE ARRIVING IN [/b] valkyrie, cassidy slade's life had been on overdrive. apart from the two long, tortorous months she spent clean and sober, there was not a single moment of stopping. from the day she relapsed and on, she had been sprinting through the fast lane. it took a hell of a lot longer to become aquainted with valkyrie's party scene than she originally thought. you had to stay at the front of the race, or risk falling behind. and a place like this? no one is going to stop and wait for you to catch up. it impressed her. from an actress fresh off the party circuit of central los angeles, her standards were high. impossibly high. not that valkyrie had disappointed. it caught her off guard, to be honest, finding out a small town like valkyrie had such a substantial nightlife. surprising, but pleasing. just how boring would be forced to live here be if it couldn't even offer her something of a good time? she would have disappeared back into los angeles weeks ago. jumping right into the middle of this primary time, she had, indeed, turned herself onto overdrive. every night, she faded out the back door of the stupid estate she was forced to live in. from there, the possibilities were endless. sometimes, she'd go to some party on the beach. other times, she would stay out hours after the initial party. those were her darker days - two foggy days spent in a danger, drug-induced haze. whatever she decided, it wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon. after two very active years on los angeles' legendary party circuit, could you expect anything different? if anything, cassidy considered herself a veteran club-hopper. she just didn't know when to end it, that's all. like any good recreational drug user, she could easily spend four days doing nothing but floating off in mysterious pills mixed with vodka. this was nothing new to her. contrarily, sitting at home watching a movie with take-out pizza was foreign to her. she associated as such with sober living. and, as we have all probably read, that is not the way cassidy slade functions. the night is the time to let loose, to have fun. might as well go and do that. and going out to let loose was what she liked to do. which is exactly why this lovely october evening was certainly nothing different. she had done nothing but argue with her increasingly irritating mother all the damn day. charlotte slade was beginning to think her daughter returning to hollywood at all was a bad idea. before, it had just been "take a break" from acting. now she wanted her to quit alltogether and do something sensible, like go to university. right. like she was even considering that. while still in the dark of her daughter's recent relapse, tension was strong. cas hated when her parents decided to interfere. ever since the divorce, she hated it more. her father now had no business speaking to her, let alone meddling in how she was supposed to run her life. it was annoying enough when carter decides to appear out of absolutely no where, march her into yet another rehab facility, and drop her off on her mother's new husband's doorstep. she simply put that down as him having a humane bone in his body and doing his brotherly duty. because, really, she hated reading the headlines in the 'LA Times' sports section about the ex-NHL disgraced goaltender, carter slade. she almost went to the press conference the day he was basically kicked out the league. almost. but, the point remained the same - she had some serious steam to blow off. the fighting that day was the worst it had been since she'd moved here in the first place. seven long, fucked-up hours wasted arguing with her mother on a position that was never going to change. get clean, fine. but there was no way in hell she was going to quit acting. steam. to blow off. now. needless to say, she was frustrated. normally, cas found herself as the center of attention at a party. that's when she was fun, happy. no. she strolled into nonsense nightclub severely annoyed. she shrugged off any familiar faces, and shot daggers at any slutty sixteen year-old who dared get in her way. stumbling slightly in her heels, somewhat unaccustomed to the added height, she eventually made it toward the bar. signalling at the familiar bartender, she quickly had a shot of vodka sitting in front of her. did she really come here that often? seeing as vodka was her top choice of posion, it was widely known. cool. quickly downing the rough liquor and slamming the shot glass on the glossy bar, she glanced over her shoulder. hmmm. "hey smith, make it a vodka slime. double. i have somewhere to be." calling down the bar to the bartender again, she rested her arms on the surface. getting completely wasted sounded like a good thought right about now. toying with her long fingers wordlessly, cassidy only looked up again when the cocktail glass was slid down in front of her. finally. slapping a ten dollar bill on the bar, she picked up the glass and ventured out into the middle of the club, toward the dance floor. with the exception of half-dressed whores, nonsense had been a good choice. being here, she could laugh at said whores more shamelessly, anyway. well, unless one of them decides to squeal like a pig who got run over by a bus and fall right into you. a mere five minutes after she had centralized herself on the dance floor, some obnoxious fourteen year-old wearing a satin cocktail napkin, and her gang of equally made-up sluts, stepped right on top of her. her foot was probably broken. "the fuck? watch it." snapping at the back of her pusher, cassidy stood completely still. "hey malibu, that banker won't fuck you. watch it." roughly grabbing the bare shoulder of the younger, giggling, female, she spun her around to face her. met by a surprised, and probably pissed, teenager. "it's a club! whatever." response ended with another, obviously, intentional stepping-on. ignoring the stabbing pain in her foot, the indie darling scoffed loudly enough to gain the attention of the dirty-dancers around her. "it is a club. with a club-goer who is annoyed. and a street walker who won't get the banker. it's best to try to keep up." her voice innocent, cas forced malibu barbie around again. a bright smile on her face, she gripped her near-full cocktail and splashed the vodka-mix right into her opposer's face. she wasn't wearing waterproof mascara. hah. "shame i paid for that, too." carefully placing the empty glass on the nearest counter, cassidy flashed another pearly smile before spinning on her heel and leaving the center of the dance floor. christ. shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans, the actress lurked along the outside of the floor, shrouding herself in darkness. until she half-bumped into another individual who was seemingly doing the same was she was. "my mistake, pal." heavy sarcasm dripping from her voice, cassidy paused to look at connor, a single eyebrow arched innocently enough.[/size][/font][/blockquote] STATUS,, complete.
TAGGED,, connor !
LENGTH,, 1245 words.
CLOTHING,, clicketh.
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Post by Connor Selwyn on Mar 16, 2010 16:26:04 GMT -6
-----------------------------------------------shadows all around you as you surface from the dark, emerging from the gentle grip ofNIGHT'S UNFOLDING ARMS. DARKNESS [/size] darkness every where, do you feel all alone? the subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone. -----------------------------------------------------------running his hand up through his curly black hair, connor watched the dancefloor and debated taking the time to dance. dancing wasn't one of his favorite things - he preferred its horizontal cousin - so he decided against it and leaned against a far wall. he also wasn't accustomed to being a wallflower, but he needed some time to orient himself with the people around him before he made any movements. at times, he was like a panther hunting down his most likely prey, and he couldn't resemble the creature more now as he lurked calmly in the dark. he was calm when it came to finding a suitable woman to spend his time with, and not some idiot who rushed into things thoughtlessly. true, many could say one night stands were inherently thoughtless to begin with, but connor didn't care. no strings attached was preferrable over the headache of having to deal with a woman's emotions after a break-up. after doing that about twice, he'd decided that wasn't his style. throughout high school, he had dated a wide variety of girls from the lower classmen all the way up to the teachers at times. it all depended on what he was feeling like at the time, like a buffet of female flesh. and, yes, many considered him a sexist womanizer, but again, he couldn't care less.
turning to his left, he ran roughly into a shorter, slimmer body than his own that he realized belonged to a girl with tears running down her face. his inner reaction was a cringing grimace since he hated weepy women, but his outward reaction was nothing but concern for her plight. catching her elbows as she weaved into him, connor put on a face of pity for her as she looked up into his gaze beneath the flashing lights of the dance floor nearby. oh! i'm sssso sorry... the girl mumbled tearfully as she tried to pull away from him. gently releasing her, connor offered her a kind smile and cocked his head as if his curiosity over her state meant more to him than anything in the world. nothing could be farther from the truth, but sad women were easy targets. what's wrong, beautiful? he asked, wiping a tear and some mascara from her cheek. the girl looked up at him as if he was her savior and he realized this would be so much simpler than he had imagined, but he only offered her another small smile as a reaction. apparently that would be all it took for the girl who obviously needed some male companionship.
she didn't get past explaining how her best friend had fucked her boyfriend before the two of them reached one of the secluded nooks along the walls and connor had her skirt up around her hips. he couldn't give a shit what had truly happened to her, but he nodded and grunted in all of the right places as she explained. regrettably, the girl realized as he tried to remove her underwear gently that she wasn't quite ready to move on. realizing that he wouldn't get more of what he wanted, and needed, from this specimen, he shrugged nonchalantly and told her he understood why her ex wanted to screw someone else before he stood and left. he could hear her begin to cry too loudly again as he walked away and back toward the dance floor. crying didn't work on him. if it did then he wouldn't be half the womanizer he was, and what would be the fun in that? clumsily pulling his jacket back over his shoulders and not bothering to button up the few buttons that had been undone at the neck of his shirt, he walked back into the semi-darkness that surrounded the edge of the dancefloor. not paying attention to where he was walking as he tried to straighten his collar, he suddenly felt someone bump right into him, bringing him to a premature halt on his path back to the dancing people.
my mistake, pal, was the apology of the slender femme he had run into, and he finishing straightening his collar before smiling with mild amusement at her. this one was much better looking that the last, automatically garnering his attention over the recent shortcoming in the back room. "you're right, it was your mistake," he responded casually, leaning back against the wall and using the full effect of his rich irish accent on her. "but i'm willing to forgive you." his crooked smile showed itself as he reached into the pocket on his jacket and pulled out a box of cigarettes, not the shit americans smoke but the good, european stuff. usually he wasn't one for smoking - he much preferred his liquor to his smokes - but one vice is often followed by the other, and he always kept a box around for emergencies. thankfully, he didn't have to worry about having an addiction to the little fuckers, but he did like to use them as an icebreaker. offering the tall female the box, he took one for himself and struck his lighter with his free hand. lighting his own cigarette, he offered her the lighter just as someone nearby yelled that they weren't allowed to smoke inside. turning to look at the offensive person, connor smiled and his cigarette rolled to the side of his mouth. "does it look like i give a fuck about your rules?" he asked, his tone explaining clearly that he did not. the man shut his mouth and backed away, sensing trouble and not wanting a part of it. perhaps he would get a bouncer to throw the offensive irishman out, connor didn't know, but he also didn't care. getting thrown out of a club wouldn't hurt his plans any. he could just go somewhere else. looking over at his new companion, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders as he pocketed the cigarette box again and proceeded to further ignore her presence until she found herself useful in a conversation. -----------------------------------------------[/center] status done.
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