The LPA
Experienced Novice
?Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.?
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Post by The LPA on Apr 4, 2009 22:11:47 GMT -5
"Miss Hallowes, you're on in three. Oh and this came for you." A scrawny, sweating nervous little man says as he set a plain envelope beside Violette's make-up counter.
Dusting her face, she barely gives the man any notice. "Thanks Raul, now scram."
He nods and slinks away, shutting the door to her dressing room as he exits.
Setting her make-up down, her hands slides over to the envelope and uses her finger-nail to cut the seal. Inside is a single photograph and a name and she knows exactly what is to be done. She tosses the name away, crinkling it up and throwing it into the trash, the photo she tucks neatly and deep into her bosom.
Standing, she adjusts her hair and dress, takes one last deep breath as she gazes at herself in the mirror, then walks out, heading toward the stage. Her heels making audible clicks with each step.
Out on the mainstage, to a packed smokey lounge, filled with military and local bourgeoisie come out to enjoy a night away from the rebellion.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Now for the star of our show, Miss Violette Hallowes!" The crowd erupts in applause as the curtain rises, Raul steps backwards, exiting the stage as he too claps.
Violette sits on a stool, her red sequence c***-tail dress glitters in the stage light as she begins to sing.
((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVv6cp8k5Xo))
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Post by Book of the Twilight on Apr 7, 2009 13:55:42 GMT -5
::While Violette's dark tune washes over the motley crew in the lounge, Douglas Fenway watches from the bar, using a filthy rag in a counter prodctive attempt to clean the mugs left by customers, watching Violette with a lechorous stare::
Doug: Beauty as always.
::He mutters. A portly man in a regent's guard uniform slurs out drunkenly::
Guard: Doug, if your wife knew half the things you say (and I'm not just talkin' 'bout Violette) she'd cleave your half-baked brain with her meat cleaver.
::Doug grins with his sickly yellow teeth, revealing the gold one in the back of his mouth::
Doug: What Marissa don't know ain't gonna hurt her. Now I think you've had enough.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 9, 2009 2:49:05 GMT -5
--Out in the back--
*Bang bang*
"Raul!? Ye tere!?" Calls Oliver, over and over again.
After a few moments, Raul appears, opening the door up.
"Ollie, you'll bring the Regent down here himself with such a racket. Come in, come in."
"T'anks, Violette on?" Asks Oliver as he enters through the door to the back hall where the rooms for the performers to change and prep.
"Yes, yes, there's a table in a corner, just through the door down there. Oh and there's some Guard here today, keep your head down." "Keep it in mind. Oh! An girl may join me, Iole, ye'll know her w'en she comes."
Oliver leaves Raul behind and sneaks through the door to the lounge, there, in the smokey room takes a seat at the table Raul spoke up. From there, he can watch Violette from the side of the stage. He song is nearing its end and its obvious shes flaunting herself to the Guard opposite the wall where Oliver sits.
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Post by Iole on Apr 13, 2009 23:21:24 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm back y'all! Ah that was quite the vacation)
Ollie, you've got a little it of drool right there.
::Iole's voice startles him coming from over his shoulder as she reaches to point to his chin::
I told you I wouldn't be long. You're right, there was nothing to finding this place. Just flew overhead, dropped to the ground, shifted into a mouse and slipped right under the door. Raul might want to have his feet checked by the way.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 0:40:24 GMT -5
"Rea'y don wan'ta know wat ye mean by tat, glad ye made it thou. W'ere ye go?" Oliver scoots his chair over a little to give Iole more room at the table.
Meanwhile, Violette has been putting on quite a demonstration for the Regent's young officers. Shes sitting atop their table, singing to them with her skirt hoisted up and legs crossed.
"Tat guy t'ere must be te mark." Oliver states, referring to the young officer whose eyes are locked into Violette's.
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 0:48:28 GMT -5
Poor guy doesn't have a chance. I know it's for the cause, but I've never liked women who use their bodies to get what they want. I have Gwen flashbacks. Anyway, I was just out making a call. We've got some friends coming to Lindblum.
::Oliver appears nervous at this declaration::
Don't worry. It's not Eva. I want Lindblum to still be standing when this is over. I just called in a favor from Galeon and Jas. I'm not sure if you met Galeon. He was at Kenny and Lillith's wedding. Kind of skinny with silver hair, dresses a little emo? Anything ringing a bell?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 1:02:01 GMT -5
"Not rea'y no, sorry. It about te demon? Did ye clear it wit our people? T'ey might not get such a great reception if t'ey just show up here. Commitsar and the Party doesn't paticu'ary trust people all wil'y nil'y."
Oliver takes another moment to look over to Violette.
"Wond'er if t'ey are kill'in tis one." He mutters to himself, absently.
A waiter passes by and drops off two drinks in rock-glasses, its a clear substance and smells faintly of rubbing alcohol and sickly coats the sides of the glass.
"Hope ye don mind, got sometin te drink. Good for te nerves, ye know."
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 1:12:19 GMT -5
Feel free, but I don't drink. Sorry, I just don't have the stomach for alcohol. Not since that drinking contest with Lillith.
::She covered her mouth at her slip::
Don't you dare tell Eva about that. I could get in huge trouble if she found out.
::She tried to recompose herself::
Anyway, it was about the demon. I asked Galeon if he'd like to do some digging. He jumped at it, and apparently he and Jas have been travelling together. They'll be working on their own for the most part though. I mean I asked Sid, but I'm not sure if that counts as clearance.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 1:22:01 GMT -5
"Talk'in about anythin around here is like'y te get back to someone who can get te clearence. Ears are everyw'ere, gos te be careful we do. Te Party has a'ot of enemies, everyone listens incase we got a trouble maker or Regent spy among us."
Oliver takes the glass and downs the liquid, cringing as he gulps it.
"Gah... Victory Gin. Nas'y stuff but it does te job."
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 1:28:21 GMT -5
::Iole continues to watch the performance with disdain::
So why exactly did you bring me here? I mean I understand if you wanted to see Violette "work", but why am I here?
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 1:36:24 GMT -5
"Real'y, jus want'd te get outa te Crest. T'is about te on'y place where we cou'd go that doesn't have LPA or CWP around. Day in an day out, a'ways jus goin from te fight te home. Never get'a chance te go out, much less take someone out."
He looks to Iole with a smile.
"Special'y wit ol'friends. Any'tin ye want tho, since ye don'drink."
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 2:13:46 GMT -5
::Iole grinned wickedly::
Why Ollie, I do believe you meant to ask me on a date. Well now I just feel silly. I didn't have time to pretty myself up.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 2:28:43 GMT -5
Oliver laughs awkwardly. "Heh... ya maybe tat was it." He shifts in his chair, looking sheepish, having been called out in his grand scheme. "Ye look fine thou! Kinda 'ike t'at gritty battle look, is fierce an wild. One sec."
Oliver looks towards the bar and signals them, making a series of odd gestures then a thumbs-up. Moment later, the waiter returns with a glass of some yellowish liquid that is slightly fizzy and smells faintly of bananas. It doesn't exactly look appealing, little like whisked egg yokes, but smells decent enough, if you like bananas.
"On'y oter drink ye can get here, well, t'at an water. Try it... is... interesting. No alcohol in it, don worry. Eva won scold ye for tryin t'at one. Sorry if it don'have a lil' umbre'la in it."
He smiles, smirking really and gives a quick glance over to Violette who is wrapping up her set to the cheers of drunken officers.
"T'at poor guy, heh, not gonna know w'at hits him."
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 2:38:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Oh so the gritty look gets little Ollie excited now does it?)
::Iole takes the glass and sniffs it warily before taking a sip. But her eyes go wide as what started out as a sip turns into a gulp, and another, and another until the glass is about half empty. She takes a quick pause to breathe and speak::
What is this? It's delicious!
::In a few quick gulps, she downs the rest of it::
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 2:41:31 GMT -5
((Lol, btw, that's actually based on a real drink from the USSR))
"We'l, least someone 'ikes it! Ye got a far stronger stomach t'en me, t'ink I've said t'at before... No matter. So, now t'at ye here, ye going to see t'is war till ta end or jus rea'ly pass'in thru? I mean, uh... when ye got te go back?"
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 2:56:59 GMT -5
::She places the drink down::
I really don't have to be anywhere. Sure Nyx might worry, but she's got Gideon. I think I already gave you my answer. I'm staying here to watch your furry little tail. So unless you've changed your mind, I'm LPA through and through. Cross my heart.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 14, 2009 17:20:29 GMT -5
"T'is turned into one long shopp'in trip for ye."
As Violette exits the stage the crowds erupt in applause, most notably the officers across the room. Before the roar dies away, Violette appears out of the side door and approuches Iole and Oliver.
"If it isn't my little ratty and his friend." Violette states as she approaches, leaning her arm on the table as she takes a drag from her cigarette. "So glad you decided to come out tonight. Did you enjoy my performance?"
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Post by Iole on Apr 14, 2009 23:09:19 GMT -5
::Iole glowers as she waves the smoke away from her face::
Would you mind putting that thing out? Those will kill you one day if you keep sucking on them like they're lollipops.
::She feigns a sweet smile::
Just looking out for your health.
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Post by Oliver on Apr 15, 2009 0:34:25 GMT -5
Violette takes another drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air in smug defiance. "Well, sweetie, if these don't kill me then the boot of the Regent will. Believe I rather test my luck with these little coffin nails." She shoots Iole a small smile.
"P'ay nice, ladies." Oliver interrupts. "Violette, w'at's in store for your lil'mark over t'ere?"
Violette shakes her head, letting her hair fall over one eye. "Not sure sweet stuff, Reynard's goons haven't showed yet." She takes another drag from the cigarette. "I'll milk him for what I can, we'll see what happens next." She smirks. "They never tell me anything."
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Post by Iole on Apr 15, 2009 1:08:19 GMT -5
And who says blonds have more fun?
::Iole mutters::
So Violette, about how many shows would you say you put on in one night? No offense, you're just looking a little haggard.
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