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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 15, 2011 16:53:15 GMT -5
Rocky's apartment was shit on the outside. Graffiti, crumbling brick, and the occasional splatter of questionable liquid. The inside, was unexpected-- unless of course you had met Rocky. The walls of her apartment were crimson red and coated with band posters, broken crosses and odd assorted weaponry, most of which was illegal. Mismated furnature, all of which extremily comfertable, lay around the room, with a black coffee table in the center. A stolen television hun on a wall, as well as a large dartboard. The floors and ceiling were simple black, though the occasional antique looking rug on the floor was yet again another showcase of Rocky's ShinyPretty disorder. The kition was small and cluttered, the bedroom had closed doors, and the bathroom was shockingly pink, as Rocky had yet to paint it.
When Finn asked to leave for a bit to see the city, Rocky wasn't at all upset. She had work to do. Rocky wasn't paranoid, persay, however it was true that she didn't feel like dying. While she didn't know if it would work, she did make a effort to soak all her bullets and blades in holywater. That outta do somethin, and if not, it wasn't like it would hurt anyone.
Satisfyed with her handywork, she tossed her favorite bowie into the air and caught it, a smirk on her lips. She spun around, sending it soring at the dartboard, snikering as it hit dead center.
“Take that, vampy bitch....”
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 16, 2011 16:55:32 GMT -5
Rocky, glancing at the chest filled with odd assorted very illegal items ment for making the target very dead, swore and flopped on the couch. She forgot about Kelly. Greeeeat. His order was effing big this time round, so she outta give it to him.
Damn.
She whipped out her phone and called him up, putting him on speaker and setting the phone beside her as it rang loudly.
Kelly had been her customer for about four years, as he had known one of her now ex boyfriends. However, while said boyfriend has since moved to mexico without the capability to ever have babies, Kelly, who had another name which she neglected to use, had remained a loyal source of her money.
It was partly because of him that a third of the things she owned weren't stolen.
Now, she had no clue what the hell he did with the scaryass stuff she got him, but Rocky, being very liberal about these things, never pryed. She didn't actually care.
Finally, the phone stopped ringing, the boy on the other end picking up with a greeting and a inquirery about the person he was speaking to.
"It's Marylin Monroe. Who the hell do ya think it is, Kelly? I got your toys here."
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 16, 2011 17:24:16 GMT -5
Rocky waited outside, leaning against the brick with a look of bordem on her face. He. Was. Late.
Why, was he ALWAYS late? ALWAYS. Ug, whatever, she'd punch him for it, they'd hug, life would go on. She was still slightly pissed.
When he DID eventually come out of the resraunt, she didn't look at all amused. She blew a bubble of purple colored gum, popping it loudly to get his attention.
"Oi, Kelly!"
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Post by fin on Aug 16, 2011 17:31:10 GMT -5
Aiden practically ran out of the restaurant when his shift was over...at nearly 10pm.
He saw Rocky waiting for him outside. She called to him. "I know, I know!" he yelled back, "Sorry, sorry!"
"Hey - I'll make it up to you. When was the last time you had Chinese? Aiden smirked as he seized Rocky's wrist and pulled her in the direction of her favorite place in the city: China Town.
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 16, 2011 19:29:42 GMT -5
Rocky grinned, flashing her stark white teeth, made whited by the black lips. "Ya little sucker. You know I take bribes. "
She shook her head and alowed herself to be pulled, as china town was indeed her favorite part of the city. THe lights, the colours, the weapon sales, it was often just to good to pass up.
Besides, if there were two things that made her happy, it was making other people pay and eating stuff.
She clicked her tongue, running the silver stud through it's middle over her teeth.
"So, Kelly, whachya been up to lately? Being a good boy?"
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 18, 2011 17:23:55 GMT -5
Rocky smirked and flung herself casually across a velvet armchair, clicking her tongue. "Ya know, Kelly, ya don't have ta act so freaked. If people see ya come in with me, they'll just assume that I'm doing ya a servace. Chill, the only thing that might be hurtin would be your reputation. Got it? " She rolled her eyes and shook her head, before running a hand through her short, raven hair.
"As for your toys? They're in the big crate over there. I worked my ass of to get those babies, so I expect a effing kiss, got it?" Her throaty dramatic yet carless alto rang through the small apartment, and she snapped her black clawed fingers. She was ofcourse joking about the kiss, though it was a bit hard to tell.
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 18, 2011 17:38:54 GMT -5
"Hm, how nice do I feel? You got about three times as much as you normally get, and it was hard to find too. Reeeeeally hard. " She said in her best 'innocent' voice, which came off more as a stripper voice.
It was the truth, she could probably charge him what ever she wanted. HOwever, her prices ranged greatly on two things. The actual expence of the product, and how persuaisive the buyer was.
A good buyer? Bought her some wine, did some flattery, slept with her maybe.
A bad buyer? They got the pointy end of their deal with a unwilling free trial.
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 18, 2011 17:57:09 GMT -5
Rocky snickered. "I one had a client, two am single, and now am slightly offended. I was under the impression the dinner was because we were all friendly and shit. But no, alas, you've decived me. Also. I wouldn't eat anything in that kitchen. At all."
Rocky kicked off her boots, and leaned back, humming something under her breath.
While she'd probably just exept the money, she wanted to see exactly what he would give.
"I'm afraid that a few hundred wont cut it, Kelly dear. This was some hardass shit ya got here, and I worked my ass off to get it."
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 18, 2011 18:11:42 GMT -5
Rocky sighed, unimpressed an a bit disapointed. She was rather dissapointed that he couldn't think of anything, and found this a bit annoying. But he could have his goddamned toys, she'd give him that much. She was a bitch, but she wasn't that bad, she mused to herself, and crossed her arms.
"Take it. Give me your first offer, I'll take it. Scurry on home, your girlfriend will be missing you." She said dryly, pausing for a moment to whipe her lipstick off on her arm, revealing that her lips were not infact black, contrary to popular belief.
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Post by lovelylunatic on Aug 18, 2011 18:31:02 GMT -5
She sighed and shook her head, before going into the bathroom and washing off the rest of her makeup. As she rubbed away her makeup, she almost laughed at how causually she was taking everything.
Werewolves and Vampires.
Damn.
Weren't you suposed to flip or something at learning of the existance of the supernatural? Aparently not. Sure, she learned in a less than expected way, but it wasn't exactly intentional.
Hoorah for a effed up like.
Running away at such a early age, getting into all hell, living off of drag races and illegal weapon trading.....and now there were scaryass beasties on her ass.
Typical life event.
Whenever she though something could not possibly get any more effed up, whabam, more effed up.
Being Rocky was always fun.
She unlaced her corset and slipped out of all the tight leather, rolling her shoulders. It was good not to be bound constantly.
But hey. Corests are sexy.
Sliding on a loose fitting black slip as a nightgown, she headed back into the living room and poured herself a glass of wine.
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