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Post by avis on Jan 4, 2013 19:40:00 GMT -5
The bass thudded through the floor, shaking the two oxblood brogues of one Avis Mahala. This scene, well, it was everything that the world around her thought Avis was: decadent, expensive, and shallow. And she loved it, every minute, every step and every bead of sweat that managed to trace its way down her back as she danced. Unlike the women around her, clad in short skirts and skin tight everything, Avis was in the middle of the club in jeans and a ivory crop top, her flat stomach exposed to the world. However, unlike the people playing at being able to afford to be on this floor, she could, she could buy the whole damn thing if she wanted to. Hell, she didn’t even have to buy it, she could just convince some poor schmuck to buy it for her and have her way of the place. It was the blessing of making deals, she could have whatever she wanted for the price of a kiss in this place. Of course, her affinity made it unfair to everyone else and frankly a little bit boring and so like every other young woman in the joint, she was dancing for her drinks.
There was a certain allure to the whole thing, it was like a ball without all of the pretension and a higher focus on the sex of the whole thing. Her red painted lips cracked in a smile. For all that she loved the pomp and grandeur of a ball, this got right down to brass tacks, didn’t it? There was no pussy footing around any topics, it was all there for anyone to take part in and that was part of the fun of the club. But, as with anything, shallow vicious Avis had her standards. Although she would take drinks from anyone, if they didn’t meet her high standards and tried to press their case, well, she’d laugh and move on to the next target, drink in hand and lips in the perfect attention getting smirk.
She worked her way through the crowd, looking for any familiar and (possibly) friendly faces. She didn’t really expect to see anyone that liked her, but there were sure to be plenty of people in the crowd that liked her family’s money and the way she used it. They said money couldn’t buy you friends or happiness, but it could come damn close and every now and then, the false happiness wasn’t any different from the real thing. Sometimes, the two collided and left her with the same exhilarated feeling, the rush of being the center of the world and being loved, if only for a moment. Admittedly, she didn’t care all too much one way or another whether the people she was actually with liked her, she only spent time with the majority of them for the amusement that they gave her, not that she would ever admit to that outloud.
She was, by all accounts, as shallow as she seemed and on nights off like this, that was the best bet for her security. If anyone knew the calculating, collected mind behind her blue eyes, they might begin to believe that something was amiss with the girl on the dance flood and that could spell her professional ruin. Although somewhat skewed, there were moments where she imagined herself as a female James Bond, breaking hearts on seven continents and making time in the next town with the next best thing to come by. That, and the fact that she knew she was doing something good for the monarchy, kept her going even on the nights that she hated herself. Tonight was no such night, however. Tonight, she loved her life and she loved the fact that she was afforded the ability to say and act however she wanted by two simple facts: she was pretty and she had money.
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note: so yeah, she's a shallow bitch but I love her <3 words: 651 outfit: here, she's got the coat and the wallet in check
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Post by tessa on Jan 26, 2013 17:09:33 GMT -5
Sammy would've been crazed if he knew she was there. There was not a single doubt in Tessa's mind. But she was not a woman who was easily controlled, and she was going to have fun that night and perhaps pick up some intel. After all, the image of being an azure vampire needed to upheld. She went there, of course, with that thought in her mind. Others would get suspicious if she remained holed up in that house of hers, refusing to go out, to interact, and even if Tessa didn't necessarily like vampires, they knew how to have fun. At least, the upperclass did.
The bass was heavy and she could feel it pulse in her stomach like a heartbeat. She was glad she had gone for bared skin, because it was hot in the club, and her long dark hair, which she had left unbound to float around her shoulders, stuck to the sweat on her neck. The cover as an azure vampire did not afford her money. She'd gotten some, but it was a scarce commodity in the camp, used only for cover. Everything she did, it often required the use of batting eyelashes and sweet smiles. She had dressed that night with that in mind. Her stomach was bared, a glint of silver in her belly button that had come from her younger years before the war, a navy blue skirt that fell nearly to her knees but was, nonetheless, tempting, and she had gone for heels instead of her beloved flat-soled boots. Of course, she wasn't without her arsenal of weapons, but on the outside you'd never guess.
It hadn't been that hard to sweet-talk someone into getting her to the third floor, and on the arm of a socialite with too much money to spare, she strolled in as if she owned the place. Because that was what made people believe you belonged - confidence. And Tessa could certainly do confidence. She was not the dancing type, but there was an allure to the way the bodies moved together, a writhing mass in time with the music, and for cover's sake, she allowed herself to be pulled into the group. When she finally broke away, telling the man who she'd suckered into helping her in that she was going to grab a drink, she spotted an at least somewhat friendly face.
Tessa would, by no terms, exactly dub Avis as a friend. But they were similar in personality, and she recognized something in the other woman that she had herself. It didn't lead to trust - oh no, Tessa was not that stupid - but she had no worries about blowing her cover around the other woman. Because Avis had a cover too, and while Tessa was curious, she respected it. She didn't approach her outright, but she caught her eye and motioned to the bar with a smile, the message obvious 'let me buy you a drink?'. Without waiting for a response, she moved to take a seat, crossing her legs and leaning forward to order.
She'd smartly managed to swipe the wallet of the man she'd come in with. Years living as a thief had allowed her such luxuries as never having to be in a 'tight spot' when it came to riches. She could just as easily be a millionaire next week as she was broke then. Whether it had to do with tricking another man into giving her what she wanted or not hardly mattered. She was surviving, and she had made what, on the base surface, she would call a friend. That was as good as it was going to get for her, and as long as she held her cover, it couldn't really get worse.
[/justify] ---x--- notes: hope this was ok >< trying to get used to tess' personality tag: avis/pop words: 624
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Post by avis on Jan 29, 2013 9:42:20 GMT -5
Destructive self interest with a flair for stupidity. That was really the definition of the persona that Avis played on a day to day basis. Sure, she was brusque and inappropriate as an individual but Avis, the Avis that everyone saw, well, she was the worst of every trait that the girl behind the mask could summon. She pretended to be a lot dumber than she actually was, not that anyone knew any different from what she showed. Take a look at her track record. She spent an extra year in school as a result of not turning on time and being generally unenthusiastic about the whole academics thing and more enthusiastic about the making trouble and gluing teachers to their chairs bit.
But that was the past and this was the now, right? She smiled brightly at the man she was flirting with, taking a moment with, her hand running down his chest as she used every natural charm that she was given to convince him that yes, it was a good idea for him to buy her a drink, who knew what would happen later on... . But there was only so much time that she could spend on him before looking something along the lines of desperate, which she wasn’t. Even if the night up here wasn’t prime pickings or easy pickings, there were the easy kind a floor below her. But that wasn’t really the point, was it? No, the point was the game and the dealing and the getting what you want while giving up the least. Yes, that was the point of life. That and doing stupid things for the sake of doing something stupid.
Her decision to move away from this interaction was hastened when she saw Tessa sitting at the bar with a come and get me grin on her face. Whatever she actually was, the two women were too damn similar to not at least pretend at having a friendship, even if it didn’t extend much past nicking people’s wallets and, in general, having a grand old time doing things that weren’t necessarily smiled upon by society. If they’d met earlier, Avis realized, Tessa would have been the perfect right hand for the criminal empire that the vampire had so often imagined. She excused herself from the situation she was in currently and walked over, mildly amused.
“So, who’d you bowl over this time?” she asked, amusement clear in her voice. Avis wasn’t the kind to trust quickly, never really had been, growing up with con artists (a nice phrase for thieves who lied to your face while they stabbed you in the back) had meant that she was expected to be on her toes. For her mother, the queen bee behind an infamous name, the conning had never been about the survival aspect. No, it had been about boredom and making sure that she had a mental challenge. Avis, strange as it may seem, had gotten that same damn motivation to not be bored coupled with an overbearing feeling of laziness brought on by the realization that many people were just too stupid to realize that they had been conned or caught in a deal they couldn’t escape.
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note: she's being weird and unresponsive, sorry for the short post. words: 537 outfit: here
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