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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Sep 24 2017, 09:05 PM Post #1 |
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Another selfie. Too much tummy. Just a little longer..another few seconds. Fuck. Her eyes were stupid in that one. Too much effort. Too plain. Flicking back through the gallery of self, Dorn’s heart rate increased and she felt a strange rush of cold. Blinking away the spots in her field of vision, the woman posed again and tapped her phone. Fourteen seconds later the phone bounced off the mattress onto the floor. “Fucking dress!”* Long white hair swished and pale arms twisted before lifting the first garment up and off. No longer in her twenties, Dorn’s figure wasn’t as perky as it been only a short time ago. Not fat..not too fat. Only in certain places it didn’t fit in. Another ten pounds would be perfect. It was doable. But her skin…that fucking ridiculous scar..blatantly drawing everyone’s eye away from her perky-enough breasts and deliciously thin proportions. No one noticed her amazing fucking hair..it’s volume seemed to be increasing as of late. They all stared at her fucking disgusting mark. It was mostly reds of different shades with a bit of white, just enough to give it authenticity. Without that discoloration she could simply embellish the bullshit with makeup. But no. It was a fucking huge sickening burn scar. Right on her best damned feature. Until recently, Dorn always wore relatively low necklines. Her chest was almost always the main focal point for anyone and everyone..it was cute as hell and now it was hell. The closet door banged open and hangers screeched on the rack. “All of these are fucking stupid.”* Time for a drink. True beauty was one’s disposition, was it not? Even the oafish Motto Brook or Pig Fuck Captain Luca would find a happier woman more appealing than a miserable one. So she simply needed to alter her state of mind. Two drinks and she actually was more beautiful. Dorn felt beautiful in the pink one, but the scarlet maxi with sleeves was more her style. Both of them weren’t good tonight. Nothing was good tonight. Her fucking stupid fucking face and her stupid white hair. Glass drained, and her song on the radio. Cigarettes. The soldier might be watching her but she didn’t give a fuck. More eyeliner. Swish white hair swish swish swish. dresses A black dress. Neck high. Tasteful and backless. A bold slit reaching mid left thigh. Phone. Keys. Jenni. The familiar hum of a full house with faint strains of music greeted Dorn as she was helped from the limousine. Damn right she ordered it for herself. She needed to be beautiful and still able to claim whoever the fuck she chose. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Oct 2 2017, 02:24 PM.
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| פּRoy | Sep 28 2017, 05:49 PM Post #2 |
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Black custom tailored suit, double breasted, three buttons, made of fine worsted wool. It fit over Roy perfectly and he buttoned up the first two buttons. Roy was tall and he was a bit thinner than he would like and that would help to hide that. The shoulders built up through hand sewn patterns, and the lapel's V shape fitted to make him appear broader in the chest. An immaculate silk red tie hung over his white buttoned shirt tucked beneath Roy's black under vest. A white pocket square with silver lining decorating the chest pocket. He had slipped a long overcoat over the top of his clothing as well. It was thin enough to wear indoors but thick enough to be offered to a lady if she were cold. It was single breasted and bore four dark buttons, it's material just as lavish as the rest of his clothing. His pants were perfectly matched with the suit. Simple but fitted to his form perfectly, and sewn with perfection. His shoes were simple too, black and formal, but both comfortable and without any kind of scuffing. Polished to the point of an immaculate shine. He took no risks tonight with his choice of dress. The colors and the cut he chose were tried and true. His clothing would satisfy even the most aristocratic of judges. Spoiler: click to toggle Roy was looking in to the mirror of the room he was staying in making his final adjustements. He leaned in close to the mirror and checked his face, he had paid a barber to give him a shave with a straight razor and he could not find a single flaw in his work. The haircut he recieved was equally well done, every piece of hair was perfectly in place, his hair was styled a bit more formal than he would normally wear it. But he left it intentionally a little unkempt. He had made mostly safely choices which could be considered bland by some, but this would be made up for by the quaility of his suit. The little details in the way it was made. But he decided to add a bit of personality to his look with the hair and the lining of the pocket square. It would prevent him from blending in too much, but was traditional enough to keep him from being labled as an eccentric. Finally the pair of 18 karat gold cufflings came out of his bag. More than once he knew that he could have sold these and bought quite a few meals with the money he got. But he felt that he would get more out of their use than their weight in gold. An accessory like this was a sure sign of a distinguished member of human society. After all what kind of poor person would keep golden jewelry to just wear around? He was looking good, much finer than his means. That would do him well tonight. Had he not packed this suit with him when he left the city there was no way he would have had the money to afford such fine clothing anymore. But he knew that a good suit would open a lot of doors for him. So he kept it in prime condition. Roy was walking in to the casino with relatively no money, and his hopes were not high on winning. But this was a pretty grand establishment probably filled with important people. If he left with empty pockets that would be fine, so long as he made sure to make a few powerful friends. When Roy became a true hunter he imagined that having friends in high places while not necessary would certainly come in handy. After all the liscence only got you so far, and for a man on the move like him it was hard to keep a good store of cash for long. He walked out the door of this cheap motel and made his way to the fine casino ahead of him. After he slipped outside he reached into his pocket and pulled out the very last of his accessories. His father's signet ring. He had recieved it as a gift long ago, and it was the only item of his that he still carried around. Roy slipped the golden circle around the pinky finger of his left hand. Spoiler: click to toggle It was time to make an impression. Edited by Roy, Sep 28 2017, 06:58 PM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Sep 29 2017, 12:49 PM Post #3 |
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Roy caught Dorn’s eye instantly. Her limo was just pulling away from the curb when she decided that the tall Mr. Handsome would be her way into the Kitty Cat. From what she could guess, the man had come alone but she had only just laid eyes on him. Fucking. Nice. Ass. Wasting no time, Dorn strode up to Roy and touched his arm gently. “Hello. I know this is incredibly random, but I was wondering if you could help me.” With feigned absent-mindedness, Dorn moved a strand of white hair away from her face while keeping her lips slightly parted. “My former…boyfriend is here. Looking for me. I..” Blue eyes shifted downward as if she were struggling and slightly embarrassed. Men liked it when women were a little embarrassed and she’d play the part for him. “..don’t want him to find me. He’s a bit of a hot head..and I don’t know how he found out, but I’m … well I’m..in a bit of a bind.” An apologetic smile. Also, a slight twist in her poise; accentuating her figure as she stood before the attractive casino-goer. As if she’d forgotten her hand on his arm, Dorn blinked rapidly and removed it with pretend haste. “I’m so sorry I’m completely out of line asking you this. I’m not thinking clearly. Haha.” A very small twitch of her lips would lead him to think she was holding back from crying. “I apologize sir. You probably have someone..i-it’s just inappropriate for me to come up to you like this. I’m just a bit .. panicked. Haha.” Dorn glanced around with a look of well-practiced “genuine” fear. Gasping, she brought a shaking hand to her mouth and ducked a little. “Oh my God he’s here.” * Dorn pressed closer to Roy while keeping her gaze at nothing in particular behind him. She would make sure to brush her chest against his, for her thigh to find it’s way between his legs..on accident of course. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Oct 2 2017, 02:26 PM.
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| פּRoy | Sep 29 2017, 01:50 PM Post #4 |
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Roy looked over at the soft touch on his arm. The expression on his face did not change but his heart leaped for a moment. This woman was easily one of the most beautiful that he had ever seen. Not only the that but the way she moved was madening. He could hardly pay attention to her words the way she moved her incredible hair, he could not take his eyes away from that shy gaze, her lips parted to the point where he just wanted to get closer to them. She apologized immediately to him as she asked for his help, her figure displayed to him so invitingly. She seemingly forgot to remove her hand from his arm and offered another flustered apology. The way her lips quivered almost did him in right there, he just wanted to wrap an arm around her and bring her closer to him, feel her warmth and make her feel safe. And then she gasped, and pressed her body up against his. Roy found his hand unconcsiously placing itself on the back of her shoulder pulling her gently just ever so closer though he made it appear as if it were just an instinct. Roy's heart beat shot up from the contact; that was unavoidable at this point in time, Her sex appeal was incredible. He loved this game. Roy looked around now that she was pressing herself in to him, her gaze was somewhere behind him, his eye's glanced around the place. He didn't see anyone looking for her in particular. A small cocky smile splayed across his lips for a moment. He was reminded of his childhood after he started working the streets with his father. The women there wether addicts or prostitute's were as good as any at getting what they wanted from the men who had their poison. He was ashamed to admit it but he had been falling for their tricks the first few years they had started happening. But by now he had gotten over that hormone induced sex craze that happened to most teenagers. Well almost...the feeling of her warmth and soft body pressing in to his was almost enough let him die a happy man this very moment. But still, he no longer craved beautiful flesh and a companion to warm his bed in the night. If he was going to be with someone he imagined that it would be someone that he could share his heart with. If she happened to look like this women, and better yet act like this women he'd consider doing just about anything to win her over. He couldn't be sure that she was trying anything. In fact the way she acted was so geniune that Roy could not in good conscience leave her without making sure she would be alright. But as his father told him many times when he came home with no product, no money, and a huge smile. "A beautiful face often hides an evil mind." And if that applied her then this woman might well be the most evil person that he had ever met in his life. He doubted that that was true. But the odds this women of all people actually needed his help, and would be oh so grateful to him was not high. Though hereally wished they were. It was almost the definition of too good to be true. Wether or not she was sincere Roy was going to have some fun with the situation. His mind was racing, and he was eager to start putting his intelligence to the test. The hunters that he had met so far, they were all so powerful, so incredible capable in every situation. Here he was just an insect in a world of giants. Completely outclassed at every turn. If he was going to bring something to the table and make his way into this new and unbelievably dangerous world he was going to have to make up for his weakness somehow. He would do this with his intelligence. His mind went through a few different option and he skipped over the ones that involved selling his golden cufflings to rent a hotel for the night. It only took him a moment to come up with an idea that should help him to discover her true motives. He wiped the momentary smile from his face as he adjusted his body to still keep her close to him, but allow him to meet her gaze. He placed a finger gently underneath her chin and would lift her head slowly and gently if she let him so that her eyes would look in to his. His face took on a passive expression only his eyebrows raised slightly to indicate a minor interest, and he said to her. "I'm rather busy tonight. But you are awefully scared aren't you? And let's face it I've got a weakness for beautiful women. So show me your boyfriend. I'll go make him leave or if he won't I'll break a bone or two and you won't have to worry about him either way. Then we can go about our bussiness as usual. What's your name miss?" What was it going to be beautiful? Were you going to come clean? Call my bluff? Or are you really in need a chivalrous young man to come to your rescue? Internally Roy felt a bit excited to see how she would react. Especially to his apparent lack of investment in to her. Helping her would seem like a favor, that he was barely willing to do only because of what she could offer him. If she was playing him he thougth that that might either drive her crazy, or possibly want him more. He wasn't sure what would happen but he was willing to see where this would take him. Edited by Roy, Sep 29 2017, 03:07 PM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Oct 1 2017, 03:48 PM Post #5 |
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“Fear.” The word was followed by a hungry grin. Dorn had seen the cocky little smile.* Not only that, but his posture was markedly relaxed for the knight in shining armor routine he opted for. No one had beaten her at her own game so far, and she sure as hell didn’t feel like it tonight. “..or Dorn. They’re interchangeable really.” Slender fingers flit up beneath his lapels, her pale feeling hands brushing against the man’s pectorals and collarbone with enough force to feel their definition. To say hello in a very deliberate way. A subtle shift of her hips checked for masculine developments and Dorn inhaled his scent. “..and what shall I call you?” * Blue eyes flashed malice just enough to make a point. She wasn’t pleased with his condescension but she was tolerating him. For now. His handsome face and that pleasing hair would only get him so far. Gone was the innocent act, the pleading tone in her voice, the tricks. Here stood Dorn; awakened and raw. Luckily for this fine-dressed gentleman she happened to be off her game tonight. Despite her tendency to bite first and explain later, Dorn simply wanted to feel beautiful tonight. She’d chosen the Kitty Cat and spent more time than usual in the mirror. In this place, she would see if her physical appeal still held any true value before sinking into despair. She could have played along, or taken things in a strange turn involving some disgusting bodily quirks but Dorn just wanted to be pretty. It was possible to laugh and drink and radiate beauty with this charming player. Perhaps to woo him while removing her masks. A true gamble. Reference Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Oct 2 2017, 02:27 PM.
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| פּRoy | Oct 1 2017, 07:34 PM Post #6 |
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"Fear...or Dorn. They’re interchangeable really...and what shall I call you?” Check, and Mate. Roy saw her hungry smile, and her menacing eye's, he was quickly made aware of his place. Not just his place between the two of them but his place in this world. She made him realize that he was the fish out of water here, and that whatever he was right now wasn't enough. Roy smiled and started to laugh authentically. He felt her hands making their way across his body and her position getting closer. His body responding in turn, as his muscles relaxed and he opened up his stance to welcome her. He was locked in to her gaze like he imagined that prey stared into the eyes of a predator that was about to pounce on them. Knowing that they could do nothing to stop it, he just accepted it. His towering pride, his ego, and all the skills he had worked a life time to gather undone by her in a moment. He was outdone and outclassed by her before they even started playing. "Call me defeated, or Roy, it doesn't matter what you call me as long as you can forgive me for thinking that I deserved to even play the game with you." Roy knew that the woman was dangerous, he imagined that she could ruin him, destroy him, or whatever else she wanted. But if he had to be ruined let it be this woman that ruined him, this woman that destroyed him, if he had to die let it be by her hands, so long as he was in her arms. If he had to loose than just let him loose to her. Roy sighed and smiled back, the smile of a man looking into the face of death and welcoming the dark bliss that it would bring him. He did not take his eye's away from hers and he didn't want too. She can look at him with murderous intent just as long as she did so with those blue eyes. "For your victory your prize tonight will be me." Roy removed his hand from her chin, and laid it on her back. Was he really so powerless against this woman? Had he not made a living dealing with people like this on a daily basis? Outwitting far more dangerous men armed with weapons to make a military jealous, constantly straddling the line between total success and certain death? The line that everyone of his opponent's walked every day in a harsh battlefield where only the best could hope to survive? Yes he was. She was not like anything that he had ever come across before. Not a single woman that he had ever met could hold a candle to her. Roy used his free hand to reach in to his jacket and pull out a pack of cigarette's holding it out to her. Now that she was so close to him he could smell the faint traces of smoke on her, he knew that his wit could never hope to outdo her, now he just hoped it would be enough to please her. "Have a drink with me, let me entertain you, and make every man who sees me jealous. You don't have to pretend with me, you don't have to lie to me. Because I gambled myself against you and you won. I don't have the right to walk away from you...And I lost the ability the moment I looked in to your eyes." Whatever was about to happen he accepted. He would be her friend tonight, he would be her prey, he would the one to make her smile, and the one she could hate. Just so long as he was hers tonight. Edited by Roy, Oct 2 2017, 02:23 AM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Oct 3 2017, 06:31 PM Post #7 |
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“Calm down Roy. You are very attractive and tolerable enough. If you start proclaiming your undying love I will kill you.” * Dorn accepted his cigarette with a small curtsey and shifted her weight to space herself from him. He’d taken the lover’s embrace to another level and playtime was over. Smoking however, was a most welcome offer. She assumed the gallant Roy would light for her, and would allow it before taking a long drag. The taste was stale and wretched. “This is the shittiest … thing I’ve..ever..” Coughing, Dorn threw it on the ground and stomped on it. “Let me guess. That was your last one and you’ve been saving it. Here.” From her own small handbag Dorn produced an unopened pack. While tearing the foil off and slipping out one for herself as well as another for Roy, Dorn chatted idly, “Smoking is terrible, so you might as well make it a quality experience. Go big or go home..something like that. Oh my God that’s so much better.” Exhaling a fresh billowing cloud of menthol, the white haired woman closed her eyes. Tonight she was going to get absolutely trashed. It seemed she was still decent looking enough to get by, but it was strangely unsatisfying. Violent urges whispered in the very back of her mind, but Dorn dismissed them with something new. So being beautiful wasn’t it. Causing others to suffer wasn’t really enough. She would decide on it tonight. Whatever “it” was. Her true “calling” or some such madness. The next stage of her life was possibly going to be the final one. So fucking be it. “So. Roy. Tell me.” Turning to look at her appealing companion, Dorn continued to smoke; enjoying every part of her high end nicotine purchase. “Do you know anything about gambling? I know nothing. I enjoy the atmosphere mostly. The tension in the air. The sexiness of it. It’s a bit sad really, but I don’t really give a fuck either. I suppose I’m drawn in by the glamour of it all. Isn’t that stupid?” * She laughed and grew silent. Whether or not they allowed she would smoke inside the casino, but it was nice to have one in the brisk night air too. Standing side by side with a man like this no less. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Oct 6 2017, 06:08 PM.
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| פּRoy | Oct 3 2017, 08:35 PM Post #8 |
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“Calm down Roy. You are very attractive and tolerable enough. If you start proclaiming your undying love I will kill you.” Everything she said brought a smile to his face. He knew that there would never be a dull moment around her. He would stay by her for no other reason than this might be the most fun he'd ever have. "Hahaha! Duly noted. But, and I hate to tell you this, my life isn't worth that much to me." She started spacing herself from him. That was fine he wasn't interested in her body, and even if he were he hardly enjoyed a woman who didn't give him some kind of chase. He pulled out his own lighter and lit the cigarette for her, undisturbed by the fact that she found it disgusting and threw it on the ground. He laughed a little and responded to her comments. His smile only growing. "I said that you've won me for the night but I never said that what I have to offer you will be worth your time. But I'll do what I can. I'm sure" and here his eyes lit up with dark sense of excitement. "That my life might depend on it." He took what she offered him and lit his own smoke after he had lit her next one. Finally he found someone that he could actually unashamedly spend time with. If this woman hadn't just threatened to kill him if he proclaimed love to her he might have asked her to marry him. Finally he found someone who might just be as fucked up as himself. If not more so. This woman brought out the kind of rush from him that he got back when he was just starting his work in the underworld. The threat of death and getting caught, and loosing it all, the thrill of success of being better of doing whatever you wanted damned be the law, damned be the world! He hadn't known at the time but he had gotten addicted to that feeling. To the dark pleasure that came from giving in to the most fucked up part of your mind, the little whispers that told you to do things that you couldn't admit to yourself that you had just thought under the light of the sun. But she, she was not just someone that he could imagine understanding him, but someone that he could actually learn from. If he got nothing else out of the night he would find out how to access that kind of insanity, that kind of darkness. Being with her was like being with the night itself. She was so dark, and yet so beautiful. The all encompassing darkness that was her was only broken by the light of small starlike gems, these gems were the crown of her being. At least to Roy. She was dangerous like the night too and unpredictable, she followed no law, no customs, only the law that was her desire. He would steal these gems from her, the sparkling glimpses into unprecedented insanity and he would enjoy every moment of basking in this pale light, surrounded by her darkness. “Do you know anything about gambling? I know nothing. I enjoy the atmosphere mostly. The tension in the air. The sexiness of it. It’s a bit sad really, but I don’t really give a fuck either. I suppose I’m drawn in by the glamour of it all. Isn’t that stupid?” Her question brought him back in to reality, he would have time to think like this later. Right now he needed to entertain a lady. "I know the games, how to play them how to bet etc. But to be honest I'm not much of a gambling man. If I invited a man to play poker at my home I'd have someone steal everything out of his house while we played." Roy shrugged inhaling the beautiful nicotine in to his body and exhaling the cloud. He knew that if she really desired she could scam whoever she wanted tonight. She must just be genuinely interested in going to the casino. Whatever games he could play with her probably wouldn't entertain her. "But hell, if your interested in gambling for real, I'm willing to try something new for you. As for being turned on by the glamor of a casino it's not sad at all. Or stupid. Humans are simple creatures. Even you, for all the dangerous beauty you bring to the table, for all the madness you possess, are human. Deep down you can't escape your nature. Show people the right kind of lights, they want to gamble more, talk to them the right way they want to fuck, some booze, some smokes and they get happy, give them a place where they can have all of this at once and that's a casino." He smirked darkly as he looked at the building, the temple of human pleasure. All things that happened inside of there calculated and controlled to excite the senses of human beings. Roy spoke his next thoughts aloud. "No theres no sadness in being excited by the casino, no stupidty in enjoying what it brings you. But there is plenty of shame in being boring. Just blending into the background of the lights, just being another fucking prop on the stage of life, one more body that is just simply there to fill up empty space...that's sad. And that is why I'd gladly gamble my life to spend some time with you. You demand the center of the stage, the leading role! Hahaha! But enough of the philosophy. I couldn't forgive myself if I bored you. Let's get that drink." Roy stared into the eyes of the lady who had chosen to be with him, his nights sky. Who so easily outdid the real thing. Some people were afraid of the dark, some people hated it, but there were others who didn't know how to survive in the light of day. Who wanted to get lost in the shadows, and hide from the sun. It didn't matter if it cost him his Roy thought to himself. "For now...I just want to belong to the night." * Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Roy, Oct 4 2017, 03:08 AM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Oct 6 2017, 08:33 AM Post #9 |
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“Well. Looks like I’ve met my first poet.” Dorn’s eyes darkened, but only a little. She took a final pull of her cigarette, the majority of which she’d smoked while her companion talked. Letting it drop next to the one she’d previously smashed to bits, Dorn put it out with less bravado. “Listen. You might understand how to play cards, and you might have a splendid way of viewing the world, but you do not understand me.” * A wave of unrestrained malice flowed free just for his benefit, but several others within their vicinity staggered and choked on the sudden dense onslaught. She only allowed it to toxify the area for a short time before forcing her cruel aura to dissipate. Not that she specifically wanted to see Roy’s composure in the wake of her power, it didn’t hurt either. His handsome features.. what would they do when he was in pain? What sorts of sounds did Roy make when he was suffering? It was so tempting. “But yes, a drink sounds perfect.” * She would fuck him later. Possibly in the men’s room, but on a gambling table would be so much hotter. They could roll dice to see how many times she could get him off. Chances of finding a strap on to have him with were slim. Regardless, his fine clothes were coming off tonight dammit. She would consume him not physically, but in every other way imaginable… Roy thought he was entirely hers already. Ha. He had no idea what that actually meant. It was a bit of a pity to destroy such an excellent specimen. All the more reason to savor the process. Gone were Dorn’s insecurities at that moment. This amusing man was pulling her back to the old habits. A pleasant dilemma, really. To terrify him or to destroy him.. decisions decisions. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Oct 8 2017, 02:09 PM.
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| פּRoy | Oct 6 2017, 11:56 AM Post #10 |
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Roy took a note of everything that he could. From the way spoke, the way she looked, down to the pattern of her breathing. But for now he only had that one look to go off of, and the words she spoke to him. “Listen. You might understand how to play cards, and you might have a splendid way of viewing the world, but you do not understand me.” As Roy was analyzing her madness, and her malice he could swear that he could almost feel blood lust coming off of her, and then all of the sudden he could. As her evil intentions began to manifest themselves, Roy felt that strange weight, that unexplainable fear worm it's way into his heart like it had that one night with Eden. Roy might have choked, or reacted in some kind of way. But his eyes were still locked on to Dorn's. Her dreadful beautiful eyes, her gaze reminded him of a sharks, there was a hunger there that could never be satisfied. Roy could not afford let her catch the scent of blood right now. He wasn’t sure how this was possible but he felt as if she was the one doing this. If so resisting might well make her try harder later, but if he gave her a taste now maybe she would be overwhelmed by that voracious appetite of hers. Go in for the kill sooner than desireable. Roy wanted to see everything that Dorn had to offer him. But he also didn’t want to have her reveal her hand to soon, it wouldn’t give him enough to time to really take in that precious madness that he was after. So he just closed his eyes, and steeled himself. His body going rigid and his hand clenching down on the lit cigarette in his hand. Roy’s blackened hands and thick callouses would protect him from any serious burns. But this physical pain gave him something to focus on outside of this raw malevolent force. It was something he knew, something he could grasp for the moment. It was a part of the world that he still considered normal. So he held onto the smouldering embers of that cigarette concentrating on it, soaking it in. Trying to drive out the foreign entity that had invaded his very being. He held onto it until that wave of malevolence passed, and as it did he opened his eyes once more to see the people behind Dorn had felt it as well. So he wasn’t crazy, it wasn’t some kind of malady that he suffered from. There were people out there that could actually do this kind of thing...how that was possible Roy didn’t know. Maybe she was psychic or something. As Roy’s heartbeat went back down to a normal level and his breathing returned, though he wasn’t aware it had stopped, he caught a hint of the smell of burning flesh. It was eerily sweet, though sickening as well. If it had been someone else’s flesh creating that scent he might have reacted, but the fact that it was his made it’s presence less concerning for some reason. Roy lifted the clenched hand in front of Dorn and opened it. The crushed embers had turned to black ash and fell to the ground as he did so. After the ashes hit the floor there were still faint trails of smoke that rose from Roy’s hand, coming off of his burnt flesh. He smiled at her through the wisps of smoke. Pleasant as can be, and as if nothing had happened at all. “If I understood you Dorn. Then you wouldn’t be worth my time.” Roy responded equally pleasantly. Roy lowered the hand as the last traces of smoke disappeared and put his left hand into his pocket. He had held the cigarette long enough to leave a lasting burn. It hurt like hell and he doubted it would stop anytime soon. That could be very useful if she tried that again, although Roy believed that she was holding back, and if she was starting to get a little too successful with her seductions he could just clench his hand to bring himself back to reality. Perfect. This was no longer a game, for it to be a game Roy would have to have a chance at winning. He knew that he did not. He merely wanted to lose the right way, because one day they might meet again. Or he might meet someone like her, whatever happened he couldn’t handle it the way he was now. But after tonight he might just come a bit closer. Roy turned to face the casino and extended his right arm towards Dorn. He felt her wrap her hands around it in the classical fashion. For that matter too, if his mentor in madness were to be a beautiful woman then so be it. He imagined that it would be far more preferable to some tutors out there. Roy walked into the casino with the mad woman on his arm. The only time he had ever been with a woman without feeling guilty. She would be the perfect instructor for she was as alluring as she was vicious, poison mixed with honey went down sweeter, and far far deeper after all. |
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