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Post by graverobber on Jun 1, 2010 21:11:19 GMT -5
Graverobber thought hard as the men dragged him through the concealed door of the Resistance Headquarters. What could be the issue this time? Sure, he'd had some run-ins with the Resistance before, but Gordon had been a sort of friend to GR, and they were never enemies. Why now? Just as they arrived, he heard a familiar ticking. He didn't bother turning around, he just spoke. "Dear Connie, I should've known you'd call me here one day." He smirked, then added, "Now, bring out dear ol' daddy and let the big kids talk about all this."
It's true, he was crude, but he didn't have time to listen to the rantings of some girl. Obviously, all of this was a misunderstanding. It had to be. Graverobber minded his own business when it came to things like this.
Graverobber tugged against one of the men's handcuffs with a swing of the hips, granting him an acute electric shock in return. "Thanks... Just what I needed." He sputtered, cringing hard. Way to go. Play it cool, idiot. An angry stare met Vanice as he tried not to lose his cool. "Like I said, Vanice, just take me to Gordon and stop screwing around with all this." Yeah, he was way past pissed.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 1, 2010 22:30:24 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Connie's legs swung in her chair impatiently as they dragged him in like a dog. It was exciting to see the man who was so quick and hard to catch before her now with chains wrapped around him like a hard criminal. She let out a small laugh and ordered for the men to chain him to the iron loops now welded to the ground.
The mention of her father's name could've brought tears to her eyes, but if he'd taught his little girl anything it was to never cry. The last time she cried was when she was five years old. Not even at her father's funeral a month ago did she shed one tear.
Connie didn't say anything until he was shocked by her guards and he spoke once more. You've always been a little, jumpy GR. I'm sorry to be the one to inform you, but daddy's no longer with us. It seems i'm the one you talk things out with now. Connie brought herself to her feet and walked over to Graverobber, who was now chained successfully to the floor.
I need you to join us, GR, She twisted her mouth slightly and huffed, Scratch that, i'm making you join us. A small smile appeared on her face now that she had found the right words.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN` word count! 300 somethin'? credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 1, 2010 22:43:27 GMT -5
At her words, Graverobber stopped cold. Gordon? Dead? How did I not learn of this? Gordon was healthy the last time we crossed paths... GR's mind stopped completely, and he stared up at Vanice. "When did this happen?" He racked his brain, completely ignoring his situation. Nothing got past Graverobber.
His thoughts came to a halt as Vanice propsed her idea demand. "I don't know, Connie. I'm a busy guy. And with this setback in information... I don't think I can. What's in it for me?" If there was one thing he knew, it was how to strike a deal. True, he knew Vanice was grieving, but he didn't much care. The fact saddened him too. But there was nothing they could do now, and it's back to business. Street business.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 1, 2010 22:56:39 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Connie walked back a little ways and examined him. Apparently, daddy tried saving a good man from the Repo, and got himself killed in the process. I guess Amber dearest changed the rules a bit. Her mouth grew smaller with hatred. Even Amber's name sent chills down her spine. It was bad enough that she had her posters on her walls with darts in the faces. But, she was obsessed.
She smirked as he spoke. He was always smooth and looking for a part in something. Anything that seemed like a good plot line or latest gossip interested him. It disgusted her. Now she was angry, and she was willing to show him. With a swift kick to the face with her giant wedged heels, she grunted and lowered herself to his level. The guards around them stiffened, but she waved them off. She knew he wouldn't try to hurt her. After all, you can't kill what you promise to protect, right?
Is seeing Amber's life crumble not enough? Or does she have you so whipped with her fake body parts that you just can't see your booty call fall to her knees in front of me? How's this sound, Graverobber. If you help me, i'll get guards off your back in these yards for six months, or how ever long it takes me to milk you for whatever i want. That's unlimited Z, sweetheart, with no hassle. You look like you could use a makeover. Her face was inches from his, and her stare sent daggers into his bright, hallow eyes. She meant every work she murmured, and never bluffed. Good thing she wasn't dealing cards.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN` word count! 300 somethin'? credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 3, 2010 21:40:42 GMT -5
Graverobber listened intently to what Vanice was saying, a small frown touching his lips. "So it was Amber and her plastic army..." He gritted his teeth and looked up at the girl just as a high heel struck him across the face. After she finished her little rant and rave, he just looked at her with a vindictive smile. He got up in her face, inches away. "You know, Connie, I love it when a girl gets rough. Maybe we could work something out here..."
Of course he was going to help her, he just wanted to see her squirm. He... liked that sort of thing. A lot. So naturally, he'd milk this cow until it passed out. Or... until she passed out, sweating, on top of him. The thought gave him a little shiver. Truthfully, he wasn't a total creep. He just enjoyed the thought of a... useful woman. He licked his lips a little, then stared right at her again.
"So, what do you say, your place or mine?" He gave her a swift wink, then ducked to dodge whatever she may try to do. Finally, he decided to cut the crap and get down to business. He dropped the smile and leaned in slowly. "Alright, alright, fine. So, if I help you out, you'll keep your rats off me, right? I got a business to run, and I'm not getting a damn thing done when I'm chained to the floor." He stopped and thought about that sentence, adding on to it. "Well, I guess that depends on method of payment." Graverobber's face lit up and a smile cracked across his face.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 3, 2010 22:41:42 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Vanice wasn't amused with his lame boyish grin, or the fact that he was trying his best to imagine her naked at the moment. She frowned and paced back and forth, trying her best not to take a guards gun and blow his shit eating grin away. No, she had bigger plans for him. Or at least, for the resistance. As far as he was concerned, he'd just be the man on the inside. Much like River was a long time ago. But, Vanice wouldn't put her best friend in that situation, but she'd be the first to put Graverobber in that.
Daddy would've put a bullet between your eyes if he heard you talking like that. She spat sitting back in her big chair and lounging. She enjoyed the way she looked sitting in the big chair her dad once sat in. Vanice enjoyed power and control.
She cocked her eyebrow as he spoke. Of course he couldn't refuse. That wasn't him. He'd rather be the in the middle of the situation and narrating it.
Get him to my office, i want to discuss the plans in private. She demanded. Her men quickly got him off the floor, and Vanice was already out fo the entrance to her office.
She figured she's play a little before getting anything done. They had all night, and she had nothing better to do. River is going to hate be for this... She said to herself as she unlocked a big metal door.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN (but pineapple express is taking my attention) word count! ENOUGH credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 7, 2010 22:35:34 GMT -5
Graverobber's ears perked as she told the guards to take him to her office. He quickly sputtered out a reply, in a faux-worried voice. "Oh no, I'm in trouble. Maybe teacher will have to whip me..." He gave her a wink and blew a kiss, only stopping the charade as the guards pulled at his chains, nearly knocking him over. He watched Vanice walk in front of them to the office, where they'd be left alone.
When the guards let him down, they unchained Graverobber. He smirked, taking a seat across the large desk from where he imagined Vanice sat when she wasn't in her 'praise me, I'm the leader of the resistance' throne. The smile on his face widened as he looked up at her, the guards exiting after some hesitation. Of course, trust the crazy bitch obsessed with the Largos, not the mostly harmless Graverobber... With that thought in mind he chuckled loudly. Assuming he'd startled her, a more resigned look came over his face.
Once again, he looked up at her, ready to get down to business. "Well, Ms. Montrille, this task should be easy enough, I mean, I'm the Graverobber..." He obviously wasn't gaining any fans, so he opted to cut the crap. "Alright then, lets cut the bullshit. Bitch, pay me." A long, hard stare met her eyes as he leaned towards her. He was serious. He wanted something out of all this, and he was running low on Z and money. A hand reached out and traced down her leg. "We can talk other payments... Maybe a contract signed in blood... I'm pretty handy with a knife." He flipped his trusty blade out, softly running the tip of the knife down the path his fingers had just taken.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 7, 2010 23:04:51 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Vanice sat herself on her desk, relaxing in her very own environment. She looked at GR, but didn't speak. She knew he'd be the one to say everything. His smooth voice rang in her ears, and the looks he gave her sent a shiver down her spine. Of course, she'd pay him. But the amount joy she'd get out of making him scream and cry out was just too great to pass up. When he flicked out his small blade, she smirked and shivered slightly as the cool metal traced down her leg.
Leaning in, she grabbed his broad chin and forced him to look at her. You'd like my blood on your hands, wouldn't you? What do you take me for? Amber? Sorry sweetheart, you aren't that good at what you do to get a peek at anything. Though, you'd probably be surprised to see a real woman's body. It's not like fucking candle wax. She forcefully let go of his face and jumped from the desk, landing in his lap softly.
I'll pay you once i get my cut of the deal. You give me all the information you've got on whereabouts, Amber herself, and for the hell of it, Pavi and Luigi. I want to know everything. She leaned in and brushed her nose against his and placed her hand in between his legs so that it rest on the chair.
I'll have your money, but just for fun... She grabbed his inner thigh and dug in claws into him, making a small smirk appear on her lips at the sight of his face. There was no way he wouldn't chase after her like a pup if she moved. Which is just what she did.
Vanice jumped from her lap and over the the other side of the desk, pretending to get papers from a bin that was placed on the ground. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, but she wanted to see just how far you could push a man with no boundaries.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN word count! ENOUGH credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 8, 2010 17:48:27 GMT -5
Oh, now he was pissed. Graverobber was not only pissed, but turned on. And while wielding a knife, nonetheless. This is when things get serious. Usually he was calm, cool, and (mostly) collected. Now he had one thing on his mind. He leaned forward, a hand reaching out and touching her thigh. "Now why on earth would you do that, dear Vanice? You know it's impolite to tease..."
A wicked smile touched his lips, which he licked tenderly. His eyes were wide with anticipation, and he stood to her. "Come on now, Connie, I know you aren't easy. Precisely why I'm still trying. I wouldn't work like this for Amber, and you know that. She just runs out of money sometimes, and, well... you get the point." He creeped forward some more, the blade finding her arm and dragging slowly down it. "You're a better prize..."
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 8, 2010 18:41:09 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Connie shook off his knife and hand, and walked behind her desk. She sat her self in her big plush chair. Her cold eyes glared at him as he leaned over the desk. She wasn't going to let him have to upper hand in this battle. With a swift kick, she sent his face to the side and his body backwards. I'm not a prize, or a token of good judgement. You wouldn't work like this because i wouldn't let you. You're like a dog, grave robber, and i don't deal with scum. Though, to put two in your head would be a real inconvenience for me. Connie's voice was cool and harsh, like it always was. There was no way she'd go down until he proved something. What that something was was up to him. Right now, she justed watched him squirm as the blood dripped from his black mouth.
She leaned up and grabbed him by the scarf, pulling it so tight she could feel him swallow. Now, give me a reason to let go..
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN word count! ENOUGH credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 8, 2010 21:33:31 GMT -5
Graverobber dropped his hands, backing off. Fuck this. He thought, snarling in her grasp. His hands flew up to her neck, choking rather than grasping. "Bitch, let me go, and I might not choke you to death." His tone was one hundred percent serious, the look in his eyes worse. He wasn't going to get kicked around like he did with Amber. That was pure business. He can walk away from this bitch and not feel a thing.
His hands grasped a little harder, turning her head to the side. With immense strength, he leaned in, his lips at her ear. "I can be your playmate," He demonstrated, giving a small lick to her ear. Then he went back to the harsh whispered tone. "Or I can be your worst nightmare. Make a choice." He jerked back, loosening his grip a little, but still keeping a firm grasp.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 8, 2010 22:19:10 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Now, this was interesting. He had taken charged just as she didn't want him to do, and he decided to call the shots now. With his hand around her throat like a choker, her breathing was cut off shortly, but never once did she let herself cry out or make him believe he was hurting her. That wasn't how this game was played, to win you had to be stronger than the other person. TO bad both were too stubborn to even let that boundary come in to play. He could stab her in the gut and she could shoot him in the foot and they'd still never make a weep or moan. Well, Graverobber might moan, but that'd be out of a different feeling than pain. He wasn't a man of pain. If inflicted on him, he turned it into pleasure quickly. It almost sickened Vanice, but she was in the same small boat he was. They both weren't in the kind of job that allowed pain, and certainly weren't in the right mind set to ever think of pain in a bad way.
She pulled back violently and slipped from his grasp, leaving a few scratches on her neck. She landed with an 'unf' in the big plush chair behind her and lifted an eyebrow towards him. Connie had to admit, he was a lot better looking when he was serious than he was when he was like an annoying teenager.
Aw, did i hurt little graverobber's feelings? Suck it up, big boy and let ME lay down the rules. You will work for me. I don't care if you have to fuck Amber every night before she gives you access to anything. I need to sabotage everything around her. And you will help me.
Connie lifted herself up and walked over to the back of his chair. She placed her arms around his neck and bent down to whisper in his ear. Now...we could pay you in Z...or Her right hand lifted its self to the back of his head and grabbing a handful of hair, sending his head backwards. I could pay you in ways you couldn't begin to think of. She traced her tongue against the side of his neck and up his cheek. Connie smirked as she sat on the desk in front of him and crossed her legs over one another. Her mind raced as she waited for his reaction. Half of her knew what he'd want, but the other half figured he'd take the one thing that kept his name in brains.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN word count! ENOUGH credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 12:58:47 GMT -5
Graverobber mused the thought of this, a shiver going up his spine. "How about... half and half? I kind of like these meetings..." A hand caressed her side, and he pulled her in close. He shuttered once, inhaling sharply. She was right where he wanted, at least for now. Actually, it doesn't matter where she is, as long as she's in this position...
GR's hands drug slowly down her back, pulling her into his lap. "We could meet like this once a week, then after our little... uhm, 'meetings', you could hand over some Z..." His lips pressed softly on her neck. "And, you could maybe have a few scouts find a good source of it, and I could harvest it myself. How does that sound?" His tongue traced up her neck, a hand on the other side.
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Post by vanice connie montrille on Jun 11, 2010 13:16:39 GMT -5
a lack of discipline, one hand to to cut the other ( SO UNPROFESSIONAL, YOU'RE NOT A FRIEND YOU'RE ) just a lover. nothing exceptional, this is correctional.
Vanice let him continue with his fun for a little while, allowing her time to think about the deals. Her mind flashed to River, whom hated Grave robbers, and even more so the top dog. That was one person she wouldn't want to anger. Having River mad at her would make her feel even more used than she did at this moment.
She shuttered slightly and gulped, ready to speak with as much composer as she could. How about once you get me a small hint of what i want, i'll let you have the other half of the deal. But for now.. She pushed on his chest and crawled off of him. Vanice walked back behind her desk and opened a drawer that had a false bottom. The glow from the cabinet made her feel like she was opening a treasure chest. Her small hands reached in and grabbed two glass vials, carefully extracting them from the lock system she had put in. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and she looked up at Grave Robber, who looked hurt that he wasn't getting the best end of the deal tonight.
Vanice placed one foot in front of the other as she walked towards him again, this time avoiding climbing back into his lap, but rather just leaning down and slipping the glass vials into his vest pocket. She patted his chest and leaned back up, slouching on the desk behind her. Now, its about time for Amber's 'appointments', so you better get out there cowboy. Oh, and i want this hidden from my people. I don't want you walking in the front door, alright? There's a faux wall behind the building. You'll come in through there. Vanice smiled. Of course she wasn't going to tell him which room it opened up to. That'd be a surprise.
Her hands found his coat and pulled, causing him to stand up in front of her. A smile played on her lips as she looked into his eyes, it was clear the longing in them could hurt physically, but she wasn't one to give a shit.
Don't disappoint me. She whispered seductively. She was going to play this game for as long as it took.
a loss of innocence, one hand to wash the other ( BE A PERFECTIONIST YOU'RE NOTHING IF YOU'RE ) just another. something material, this isn't personal.
tagged! GRAVEROBBER! muse! FLOWIN word count! ENOUGH credits! Heidi<3 @ CAUTION! 2.0 <3, lyrics to The Birthday Massacre.
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Post by graverobber on Jun 11, 2010 20:18:07 GMT -5
He was tired of playing games, but knew he would get absolutely nowhere with Connie. As she slid the Z in his pocket, he smiled. At least he was stocked up. He could go take care of his little (or as he would say, big) problem in a poorer neighborhood. The girls, and some guys, did some crazy things for a hit of the glow. Just the thought made him smile, and he stood.
"You're probably right, with this one." Graverobber said, the words tasting like vinegar. He swallowed his pride and put out a hand, intending on shaking hers. When he did, he had to try his hardest not to just take her anyways. With a nod, he strode out of the room, smiling in a quiet victory. Until next time, Vanice.
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