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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Oct 15, 2009 21:11:38 GMT -5
( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Music blasting, lights flashing, oh man oh man how this would be fun. There was things in the muggle world that just couldn't be replaced in the magical communities, like clubs. There wasn't one good wizard club that she had been too her entire life. Now, now muggle clubs that was a differant story. There were tons that she loved to visit. This one was one of those clubs. Jet at the Mirage.
Moving threw the crowds she smiled at the bouncer who didn't even ask her for her id. Shiloh smirked slightly walking with the same sexy strut she has had his entire life. Her black hair bobbing slightly on her shoulder as she walked over to the counter. NOt really caring that guys where starring. They always did. She got use to it a very long time ago. Now it was just a bad trait men seemed to have. She didnt blame them though. She knew she was gorgeous and worked it. Being veela did help this though. Her charm naturally radiated off of her and menseemed to crowd,
The music blasted in her ears as she walked arcross the dance floor and over to the bar. A rutine for her. She got a few drinks, talked to a few men, picked the best one and then well she danced the night away. Tonight would be no differant. Just maybe she would find someone better than the usual drunk. Drunken muggles, they where hillarious to her.
Letting her blue eyes run over the men at the bar she leaned over it slightly, not sitting down, making it so her butt was sticking out slightly, making her curves stand out more. Shiloh loved being hot. Smiling at the bartender she sweet talked herself into a free martini. Sipping on it she stood there just waiting for something interesting to happen.
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TAG !? Conn
NOTES ?! could have been better but i have to give up the comp -.-
LOCATION !? club
WEARING !? clicky
LYRICS !? don't trust me;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by adaire on Oct 18, 2009 0:20:43 GMT -5
Even though he was a werewolf, Conn spent most of his time doing his business in the twilight hours, even more so here in Vegas. That is when most of the action began and the best time for him to do his handiwork. This night, the young Adaire found himself in a more playful mood than work, so he headed for the clubs. Night clubs here were usually very dark and crowded, full of gorgeous girls and lots of free floating money. It was likely the easiest venue he could case, while having fun in the meantime.
Casually walking into the Jet through the side door that the employees used, Conn made his way to the bar. That didn't mean he skipped the chance to brush by some folks, discreetly helping himself to their wealth and then depositing a few 5's to a few of his favorite dancer, giving them a wink. This had all been accomplished in one smooth move of an expert. Being his livelihood since he was 7, he had to be. Not even bothering the bartender, since the guy had left for a break, Conn went behind the counter and started to mix a few drinks for himself and a luscious girl that had cought his eye on the way here. Grinning, he began to show off for the bar crowd as he flipped, juggled, and even set a bottle of vodka on fire. As soon as he was done, Conn handed the woman, his own concoction and held out his own glass. In a bold, good natured voice, he exclaimed, "A toast..May it go down smoothly, its sugared rim coat your even sweeter lips, so perhaps a handsome guy like me can have a chance with you.." The sound of his words were lined with an irish lilt that had never left him since birth..."Is it worin' yet?"
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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Oct 19, 2009 19:34:49 GMT -5
( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Man how she loved this. The oncoming compliments only made her smile spread. Yeah, she loved her charm. Just drawing guys near her was a plus. Not like she needed the extra charm. Normally she could just flaunt her looks around, but sometimes, just sometimes she needed that extra boost. Not tonight though. The short black dress, her straight black hair, and the pale pink lips. That seemed to be enough tonight, but she couldn't help but make herself a little more stunning. Just letting her natural seductive manner to sneak out and play tonight.
Lifting her head Shiloh smiled watching the guy show off. Her arms on the bar, her tattoo showing. Not like she had to hide the dark mark here. No one knew what it meant. So why not let it show. It was just a cool tattoo to everyone else. But to her it was a bind showing her what she worked for, and what she was. A death eater. Use to be some of the most feared people in the magical world. Still are, to the ones who believe they are still out there.
Watching the blond haired man poor two drinks and hand one to her made her head perk up to meet his gaze. He wasn't bad looking. Not at all. "Well thank you." she said taking the drink from his hands she swallowed it down before even thinking about saying anything more. She loved to drink, and party. Defiantly when others where buying her drinks. Well when attractive men where buying her drinks.
Letting her blue eyes follow her hand down to the table she smiled letting her eyes gaze over the silver bracelet that was on her left wrist. Something her little sister bought her for her 18th birthday. A very precious possession. To her at least. Along with the matching necklace on her neck. Something that couldn't be replaced if ever lost.
Sighing the least bit she leaned even farther over the counter letting her eyes lock on his. "So. Work here?" She asked with her normal seductive charming voice. Man how being a veela made her smile. "Or are you just sneaking behind the bar to impress some girl?"
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TAG !? Conn
NOTES ?! Sorry it took a bit, and im having a muse problem):
LOCATION !? club
WEARING !? clicky
LYRICS !? don't trust me;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by adaire on Oct 22, 2009 22:56:13 GMT -5
Conn could only grin back when he saw his present target take notice as he made his way around the bar. Each step and the way he carried himself seemed to radiate confidence, almost as if he own the place. When in reality, even as he planned to flirt with this rare gem, the young thief was doing what he was born to do..casing it out for unseen profits. Even when he bribed the dancers, it was his signal for them to keep an eye on any possible trouble. They were his lookouts.
His plan, though, became harder to accomplish when he now stood before her. There was something that appeared to pull at his desires, even more so than usual. But unlike his other guy counterparts, who would stumble and become humiliated, Conn took the opposite and chose to revel in it, even if the feeling itself was unnerving. He used the time that he made the drinks to recover any hesitation he had felt as he waited to see her response. To his amusement, she drank his offered concoction quicker than he thought possible for one her size. This only would impress him more, especially since his irish roots could honestly appreciate the fact. So when she sweetly said thank you, the rogue returned her gaze with his own seductive, “My pleasure, love.”
He continued looking the lovely thing over, but even as he enjoyed her beauty, the thief in him couldn’t help but count her equally valuable possessions, the most noticeable being her jewelry. Several seconds passed as their silence stood unquestioned. It was only when she asked if he worked here that he made any attempt of conversation. Luckily she didn’t know him or this action would be unlike him. But in expert fashion, the 28 year old responded casually, “Temporarily. For now I tend the bar, who knows what I’ll do next?” He raised an eyebrow curiously as he took her free hand and kissed it lightly, “Does this goddess have a name?”
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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Oct 25, 2009 16:12:58 GMT -5
( SHUSH GIRL! SHUT YOUR LIPS! )
do the helen keller and talk with your hips
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Shiloh noted that she wasn't the only one who had a seductive tone in their voice. This man in front of her had his own little thing going on for him. It wasn't like a veela, but different. It drew her in that is for sure. Something about him, she didn't quiet know what it was though. She would probably never figure it out either. Definitely seeing that the girl wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.
Watching him make his way around the bar made the girls smile widen. He wasn't shy now was he. That was a plus any day in her book. She actually liked men with more confidence. Unlike the kind who stumbled over every word, and got all bug eyed when they looked at her. It got old. Very old. But maybe he was different, so far he was.
Shiloh could tell he was checking her out, but not noticing him eying the jewelery she was wearing. Why would she even think about watching that. It wasn't like no one would dare still it. Oh wait. She wasn't in the magical world anymore. She was in the all so stingy and greedy world of muggles.
Watching the boy pick up her hand and kiss it made her smile. She had just completely forgotten what he said before that. Something about working there. Not like it mattered. She wasn't really curious about where he worked. "Yes. she does." Shiloh said with that same naturally seductive and sexy tone she always used. "Shiloh Blakeley. But call you have the pleasure of calling me Shiloh." She said with a small smile. What was there not to like. She loved getting attention like this. Even though she didn't know that this guy was a thief, and like 7 years older than her. Not that it mattered. Right?
Letting her eyes trail from her recently kissed hand up to his face she smiled slightly. A genuinely sexy smile. "Do you have a name?" She asked so naively.
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TAG !? Conn
NOTES ?! it took a bit sowwy
LOCATION !? club
WEARING !? clicky
LYRICS !? don't trust me;; 30H!3
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by adaire on Dec 7, 2009 0:01:22 GMT -5
As he released her hand, Conn expertly dropped his prize into one of his many hidden pockets. Even with her beauty and intrigue she had been just an easy target like the rest. Too bad really..Maybe he should have waited a bit to at least have a kiss or two before he left, but alas, it was too late. The temptation had been too much and now it was time to say adieu. It also was pressed when one of the dancers alerted him of the 'real' bartender's return, so with a grin and a wink he answered lightly, "The name's Adaire, lass, but I believe my shift is over, so I wisha ya a pleasant night." He then casually left the bar area but before he left gave the girls a quick eloquent bow before he walked out into the night heading for the Shop.
The Shop was a more upscale pawnshop for what gold and jewelry he came across as well as other more pricey items. It was about a 15 minute walk through a few shadey alleys (his shortcuts) to get there from where he was. Not thinking he was being followed he took his time in going in and roughly 20 minutes later left with a thick wad of cash. With a smug grin he started counting as he headed back through one of the neighboring alleys..
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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Dec 7, 2009 0:14:04 GMT -5
Shiloh took a few more drinks after he left, talking to a few people, even thinking about dancing. But about 10 mintues after he disapeared she noticed her wrist seemed a little light. Starring down at her bare skin a scowled came to her face. She looked around the whole room before remembering somethigng. THat bar tender kissed her hand, a perfect oppurtunity to slip it off her wrist, oh he was good. Shwe would give him props for that but hate to tell him, she was better.
Walking out of the door she cast a tracking spell that she had placed on the bracelet when she first received it. See Shiloh was very bright when it came to magic, it was just regular muggle things she had issues with. As she followed this trail she stopped spotting him as he entered the pawn shop. Oh hell he was screwed now.
Standing there with her arms crossed and her wand in her hand she waited for him to walk out. Time he did she waved her hand making him fly against the alley wall. A smirk on her face as she walked up to him stopping right infront of him, starring him in the eyes. "You picked the wrong girl to stieal from tonight baby boy." she whispered in his ear. Her wand twirling between her fingers as she backed away starring at him. "So tell me, something, where is my bracelet?" she said with a somewhat evil grin playing on her lips as she continued to magically pin him to the wall.
(sorry if there is typos..on my phone)
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Post by adaire on Dec 7, 2009 0:37:56 GMT -5
Before he could react, or even put his money away, a force knocked him against a cold brick wall. The impact left his lungs breathless ans he winced and tried to blink the swirling stars out of his eyes, "Bloo-" he tried to groan as he regained focus to hear a familiar voice in his ear as well as her silouette.l Even though Conn knew he was in deep he chuckled at her threat, "I'm sorry love, but it was yer heart I had ma eyes on tonight, not a trinket..and I have no plans on returned that.." Even in this uncomfortable position he grinned mischievously down at her, "So ya might as well release me from your loving embrace." The last bit was obvious sarcasm, but by the sound of it, it seemed genuine..
In this time he noticed her wand and was intrigued, though he kept it to himself. She must be a witch, the thief concluded. Being a werewolf himself, Conn wasn't much surprised. Even so he would find a way out..he always did.
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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Dec 7, 2009 0:48:27 GMT -5
Listening to him talk she just smirked as she leaned in close oto him, pointing her wand to his neck, getting right up close to his ear. "Baby have you ever been well magically tortured?" she whispered planting a light kiss on the skin right below his ear, just to mess with the boy. "If not your about to find out." she whispered pulling away from him, removing her body from being pressed to his. Her wand now gripped in her hand. "I wanna know where my braclet is." Saying that she snarled pointing her wand saying one simple word. "Crucio!" watching the spell shoot out of her wand and hit the boy.
She knew the spellhurt like hell, seeing that she has been hit with it numerous times. Lowiering her wand she smirked. "You wanna tell me where its at baby boy?" she asked as she stepped closer to him. Locking her eyes on his. "Because that was just a simple pain that you can get when dealing with me..No where near the worse." she winked at him while her words sincere but hinted with that seduction that covers each of her words from being veela. Grinning she licked her lips sliding her wand into her shoe for a moment. "I dont need that." she stated starring up at him. "So where is my braclet?" she asked once more.
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Post by adaire on Dec 7, 2009 19:17:33 GMT -5
His expression only became more quizzical looking when he saw his attempt to charm her didn't work as planned and her only reaction was to point her wand at his throat and asked if he'd ever been magically tortured. She was an odd one for sure, though strangely enough her question didn't completely disturb him like it would on someone else. So right before she cursed him he managed to answer, still in a joking manner, "Only once a-"
The thief hadn't time to finish as one of the worst pains coursed through his body, mainly cetered around his neck. All in mere seconds he felt it as if it had been chopped, burnt, as well as strangled to death. It wasn't a day at the local brothel to be sure. But within a minute the pain vanished and he found himself released from the wall, but now wishing she hadn't. He now needed it to support his weight as he recovered.
She still remained mere inches away from him, looking into his eyes, obviously trying to intimidate him. He probably should run for most of his type would've by now and cut their losses. Too bad he was cursed with a more honorable and braver heart than most in his line of work. Even now he carried a smile on his face, an aching one, but a grin nonetheless. Feeling a little bit better, he glanced down as she rid herself of the wand and continued to threaten him. After a few minutes of silence, he grunted in pain as he put his weight back on his too legs, "Now lass, no need ta impress me with your tricks. Like I said before, I didna steal yer bracelet. If I did I would use it to get you in th' sheets, bu' ya don' see me doin tha' now, do ya love?" He then gave her another wink as he tried to move away, "Are ya sure ya didna lose it?"
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Post by shilohblakelysmith on Dec 26, 2009 1:06:46 GMT -5
Why couldn’t this man just give her the bracelet back? He didn’t know how much it meant to her, and she doubted he cared. Running her fingers threw her hair frustrated she sighed and stood there in front of him. Shiloh knew it was late, and Emily was still at home with her nanny. She rarely left her home alone, well home without her very often. She didn’t like being away from the young girl, defiantly seeing that right underneath their home was a very busy restraint, and this no good thief was keeping her away from her baby.
Shiloh starred at him as he spoke, and her anger only grew more. Maybe, just maybe she didn’t need to take this approach. The approach of torture. With a smile on her face she forced on the veela charm she naturally had from birth. Something she thanked her mother for, well sometimes. Putting her hand on his shoulder she pushed him lightly back against the wall. With the veela charm still running she starred deep into his eyes a sexy mischievous grin growing on her lips. “Give it back. I know I didn’t loose it, and I know you have it, or you just sold it. Now tell me what you did with it, and if you’re lucky, I won’t kill you here and now.” She stated grinning at the man slightly as she placed her other hand on her hip…
Truth is told she didn’t feel like standing here and listening to him. He was getting on her last nerve, and if her daughter hadn’t given her that bracelet for Christmas last year, she wouldn’t even care. But that small bracelet meant a lot to her. So narrowing her eyes as he talked yet again, she just listened. Even though he was about to push her over the edge, his voice was getting too her. See Shiloh had always been sucker for a man with an accent. Damn how it was so sexy on him… Shaking that thought quickly out of her head she took about two steps back keeping her eyes on his. “Now I am going to say it again, where is my damn bracelet?!” |
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