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ＬYSANDER ＨALL
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Single ║ Half Demon ║ 22 ║ $1031 ║ Early Shift
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The blonde quirked a brow at the obvious flirting, drunk girl in front of him. He wasn’t put off by it, being drunk lowered inhibitions; it didn’t make you trashy. And the fact that she was a virgin...When was the last time he took anyone virginity? Probably high school, with his husband- ex husband. Kaito had been a virgin when they met, but certainly not after meeting him. While the memory put a slight damper on his mood, it didn’t show on his face as he leaned in close to the petite girl, coiling his finger around her chin. Ruby eyes glowing, he brushed his lips along her cheek as he moved towards her ear. “The only gentlemanly thing about me is I let the lady come first~” he whispered huskily in her ear. That was the truth. He was a devil in the bedroom. While he made sure to get his own pleasures out of it, he was ‘kind’ enough to make sure his partner was well taken care of. All the women he’d been with, minus that old hag in high school, had left his bedroom bruised, sore and covered in hickeys; even a few bites. Pulling away from her, he dropped his hand against the bar and shifted his weight onto one of his arm, head falling against his shoulder. “Only question is, are you willing to play with an expert?” If that girl from the other day wanted to join, he’d be okay with that too. It had been an even longer time since he had more than one partner at a time.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 6:47 pm
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Rina couldn't help the blush that came to her face when Lysander whispered in her ear like that; it was different from how Seth would sometimes do it! "Hmm~ Wonder what that feels like." She said in a mocking tone, making fun if the fact that she was a virgin. Hopefully, no longer a virgin by tonight! And hey; maybe this will make her body grow up a little. She believes that her powers are somehow linked with how her body grows, and maybe they're somehow stunting her growth. Or she could just be naturally petite. Super petite. Well, there are people who like petite men and women. All hope isn't lost! And she's used to this body, it'd be weird to be tall. Maybe a few inches wouldn't hurt, though..
Her eyes widened a bit when he called himself an 'expert'. It wouldn't be surprising if he has sex a lot, with those good looks of his, he gets to places. So, it sounded like he was planning on being rough with her. Well, she wasn't exactly looking for something sweet and gentle, now was she? "Teach me then, expert~" She can handle rough. Plus, it's better to learn through experience, isn't it~? That's how most succubi learned away, and she was far behind. Very behind! So it's time she starts catching up with the rest! Oh, now she's itching to get out of here! She never she'd be excited for sex like this! Well, a normal succubus certainly would be if they were in her situation! They'd go crazy! Luckily, she's found some medicine~! And she wants to take it now!
 ✿ $989 || Drunk~ || Little Rebel || Single! || With Lysander ✿
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 8:21 pm
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ＬYSANDER ＨALL
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Single ║ Half Demon ║ 22 ║ $1031 ║ Early Shift
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“Hm, I get off- shift, in a few minutes. I could definitely show you,” he replied teasingly, making his own joke about the situation. “Just let me clean up my station and I’ll show you what it’s like to play in the big leagues.” Winking at her, he pushed off the bar and began tidying up the bar, making sure everything he had used was washed before putting it in the dishwasher. Having an early shift meant that he could teach this virgin the ropes all night long. The idea was something that Lysander found great joy in. Sure, virgins weren’t the best because of their inexperience, but someone had to teach them! He was willing to be that teacher, if only to get his own rocks off. Besides, he’s been in a foul mood the last couple of days and he could use a way to unwind...That didn’t live next door to him. Although, he highly doubted the wolf would want to go for- what round would they be on now? Lysander could go multiple rounds, which was why his partners were often sore when they left. He really was a nymphomaniac. Once he was finished, he made his way towards the back to pick up his things, coming out with his fingers turning his keys over in his hand. Scarf draped over a shoulder, too lazy to wrap it back around his neck, his sunglasses sat atop his head as he made his way back towards the bar and his drunken partner. “If you’d liiiiiike, I have more alcohol at my house and can mix you more drinks,” he said as he came up to the bar and leaned against it casually. Placing his free hand into one of his front pocket, grinning at her with a charming but obviously seductive grin. Like he had told himself early, he wouldn’t turn down the opportunity if it presented itself and it has! “I’m parked right out front,” he added, motioning towards the door with his head.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 8:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 9:51 pm
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Rina smiled when he said he gets off in a few minutes. Yay, she has the rest of the day to finally have sex! She has waited for this day for so long~! And she gets to have her first time with such a good-looking guy too~ She hummed happily, and watched him clean up his station. Those hands are going to be all over her later, right? Naked and hot on a bed.. She's so excited now! Finally,this side of her can get pleased for once! Yeah, yeah; the cutesy moments with Seth were fun, but it's finally time she gets some real action! For years she's been starving, it's so unnatural for a succubus to be sex-deprived without any problems! Whatever her adoptive family taught her, they taught her well. Would they be happy with this? Well, her father obviously wouldn't be, and she knows her mom was just waiting for this to happen. But, they both understood that she was different, much different, than what they were, so they would both eventually be accepting of it. Jason.. He would just have to get used to the fact that she's an adult, and that it's literally in her blood to have sex. He'll be angry for a while, if she tells him, but she gonna have to tell him to get over it. He can't protect her forever, she has to grow up at some point!
Rina smiled when he said he had alcohol at home, and actually bounced in her seat a little. Could this get anymore perfect? That grin of his made her bite her bottom lip in anticipation. Hopping off the barstool, "Then let's get going~" She said, ready to follow to follow him out to his car.
✿ $989 || Drunk~ || Little Rebel || Single! || With Lysander ✿
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 4:02 am
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ＬYSANDER ＨALL
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Her enthusiasm was something to be admired. Most girls, demon or not, were nervous and uncomfortable their very first time. Of course that could all just be from the alcohol she had just ingested; lightweight. Lysander chuckled, “Alright.” Pushing off the bar, he motioned for her to follow him, half tempted to simply manhandle her out the door by throwing her over his shoulder, but he’d wait until they were at his house. Strutting his way towards the door, he waved to the other bartender who seemed to be giving the blonde a knowing look. The employees knew by now that if Lysander was walking someone out of the building, he was likely bringing them home to sleep with; and all of them had no problems with that as long as all of them were of legal age. Pushing the door open, he held it open for Rina before walking out and deactivating the alarm on his car. He didn’t, however, open the door for her to his car. She was still coherent enough to do that much. Getting into the driver’s seat of his nice white car, Lysander started the engine, waited for Rina to get in and backed out of the parking lot. Destination, his house.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 9:31 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 12:07 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 8:16 pm
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x Profile ⋮ Single ⋮ Settled In ⋮ $976.75
The young woman smiled as she entered the building. Looking around, she gave a satisfied nod at the decor of the building. It was nice and fit well. Listening to the music that was playing, she wasn't sure what the name of the song or who the artist was, but the song had a nice beat. There were a few people around the place, but not so many as to make the girl feel nervous. She walked across the room and over to the bar before she took her seat, gently tapping her nails agaisnt the table as she looked at the menu. When the young woman was approached by the bartender, she looked away from the menu a moment. Taking a second to shake her head when they asked if she knew what she wanted. The bartender nodded then left to let the girl look some more. There were so many different drink choices! Sure this wouldn't be her first time drinking alcohol, but she didn't want to get drunk in a city where she had just moved in. She had already gotten lost when she was completely sober! No, she just wanted something she could sip on throughout the night. Plus, it would be difficult for her to sign or write if she got drunk and she didn't want to get taken advantage of or something. A horrified shiver when through her body before she shook her head and looked at the menu again.
So far, the sour apple martini was the one that was catching her attention the most, but she wasn't positive yet. What she was positive on was she wanted something to eat, and thankfully the menu had pictures, so when she waved the bartender over, all she had to do was point to the pictures to show him what she wanted. Pointing first to the chicken strips, she then held up two fingers to tell him she wanted two servings before she pointed to the mozzarella sticks. "You sure have an appetite don't you." The bartender said, making the girl blush a little. She had gone almost all day without eating food other than a bit of the candy she bought from Finn, so yes, she was very hungry! Seeing the girl blush made him chuckle a little. "That'll be 16 dollars." He said, taking the money the girl handed to him. "Your food should be done in ten minuets."
Nodding her head, the girl licked her lips a little bit and her stomach growled in anticipation, making her blush a little bit. She was so embarrassed, she hadn't noticed a man slide into the seat next to hers. So when he spoke, she gave a startled squeak. The young woman then quickly grew flustered as he started flirting with her. Forgetting that everyone didn't know sign language, she started signing before pausing as she saw the confused look on his face. "Sorry I forgot you probably don't know sign language I will get my note.." She started absently and flusteredly signing before the man stood up. The music had gotten a bit louder so Katelyn couldn't completely hear what the man had said, but she did hear him call her a freak. Instantly her heart sank and she hunched over a little bit.
Lowering her head and looking at the table, she played with a loose string on her dress. Was she a freak? She has heard people call her that all of the time. Sure she didn't speak, but did that make her a freak... it wouldn't if she had been born mute or had been in an accident that made it so she couldn't talk... she chose not to talk... Maybe that was why she had such a hard time making friends that last. Closing her eyes softly and sighing, she then jumped a little as her food was placed in front of her. When the bartender asked if she was okay, she lied and just nodded her head. Not like he would be able to understand sign language. She then looked at the food and smiled. Grabbing a nearby ketchup bottle, she put some on her plate before dunking a chicken strip in. Taking a bite, she didn't even care that the food burned her mouth! It tasted so good!
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:04 pm
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 Mishka Dmitri Ivankov 
|| Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single ||
|| Attire || Interested in-[N/A] ||
|| With-[No one] || Currency-[$1,000] ||
|| Profile || [OoC-] ||
"I remember to much, my mother said to me recently..."
Mishka came into what he hoped to be a bar with one intention, to get stupid drunk and have stupid sex and forget that tomorrow he had to exist. He woke up at way to early o'clock sweaty and gross thanks to some sick and twisted night terror and honestly he was done. He was fed up and over it. Two years, he's dealt with two bloody years of this load of crap and he didn't need it. He didn't need the post traumatic stress or the depression or the present stress of the two. Not even the sight of his dog made him happy! He thought moving would do him all good but no he was the same. Hell he might be worse! He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it a little mumbling curses to himself as he pushed his way through the doorway.
The place looked like a bar, but it had this over all pirate theme that he could care less for. Any other day he would be loving it, nerding out completely but not today, not this moment in time. He had one thought running through his mind. "Poison yourself and forget." And god was it a good idea! He sat at the bar and the bartender slid him a menu. He looked down at it and was relived beyond relief to see that it basically was only alcoholic drinks. He licked his lips and scanned the page for what looked good. The tender came over to him a moment later and asked what he would like. "Umm." He hummed and set the menu down. "Lets start off with a plate of Nachos and a Black Russian." He asked, sliding the menu back to the tender and pulling out his phone to check the time as he waited for his things.
He wondered if it would ever end. The nightmares, the blaming, the hating, the self-loafing just all of it. Was it something that would go on forever, or did it take time? If it took time he would think enough time has passed. Enough things had happened, enough events and days. He just wanted it to stop, all of it to go cold turkey. He could almost imagine the feeling off all this dead weight sliding off his shoulders. He can imagine how light and pure everything would seem, everything would be. But loss of someone so loved, it weighed down on him heavily. He had gone to a therapist a few times, Roman made him do it. The lady had told him that he shouldn't place blame, especially on himself. Said the fire like that could have happened to anyone. Whether she was in the room or not wouldn't have mattered. But that's where she was wrong; it did matter, it mattered to Mishka. He he had just not been such a d**k then she would still be-
His thoughts where cut off when a small plate of nachos where seated in from of him. He looked up at the bar tender and took a moment to examine his features. he looked ordinary. Dark neat hair, dark eyes, tanned skin, the every day tom though he wasn't unattractive. A coaster was placed on the bar and then his drink. "Eleven dollars, Sir." The tender informed him and Misha gave a small, curt nod, pulling out his wallet and handing over the money. The guy, who Mish is gonna call Tom, smiled. "You like Star Trek?" He asked, easing his way into a pleasant conversation. Mish didn't mind really. Things like this helped get his mind off things. Mishka smiled and the two men indulged themselves in conversation over Star Trek, both mindlessly eating off the plate of Nachos and Mishka sipping his drink while Tom talked.
He noticed how no one in the area really moved. Everyone seemed to stay planted in there seats like it was there place in the universe . The exception to this was, of course, the waiters and waitresses who walked to tables with different foods and drinks. So when an older man, maybe around his age probably a little younger, moved from the bar and to a brown haired girls table, it caught his eye. He brought his glass to his lips and took a slow drag from it, half listening to Tom and half watching. He wasn't trying to be creepy but he got a bad feeling about this guy... he was also pretty irritable right now so he was totally okay with starting a fight for no good reason. Another waiter stopped by the girls table and she nodded him off and ate her food but they guy was still there and it was painfully obvious how uncomfortable she was. He frowned a little and swung his glass back, downing the rest of its contents. His nachos where long gone and that was good, he'd rather them not be wasted anyways. He looked back to Tom and ordered a Scottish Ale, mainly because it was the only one he remembered on the menu. He traded Tom 7 bucks for the beer and he made his way over to the creep who was harassing the girl all his anger at the world ready to be bellowed at him. he was ready to scream until his lungs burst and heart is content. He opened the cap and took a swing before stopping, back to the woman and facing the dude. "Hey guy." he said, voice to calm, hearing it through his own teeth surprised him. Once he got the mans attention he nudged his head to the woman, not taking his eyes off the dude seated before him. "Piss off the girl will 'ya?" He asked, snark in his tone but nothing more.
While his voice was calm and he looked overall collected his mind was chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT" cause it was what he lowkey wanted. He wanted to be in pain, fall in and out of control, cause someone else pain. It was horrible really but that didn't really stop him. He hated cliché which is what most people would see it as, "Man saves poor lone girl in bar from other man; fight to the death." is what he imagined the headlines to read, if there would be any; he hated the thought. But honestly that's not what it was at all. He was mad for no good reason. Well good reason for him but no one else. He was made about something that he could never fix yet blamed himself for, and intense anger and raw emotions like such was the outcome of such action. It didn't really help that he bottled everything up either. So before he started anything dump, or did anything rash he'd do the normal human thing and tell this guy to take a hike, and if that didn't work then so be it.
"...'Why hold onto all that?' And I asked, 'Where can I put it down?'"
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 10:14 am
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x Profile ⋮ Single ⋮ Settled In ⋮ $976.75
Katelyn had just stopped chewing her food when she finally realized that the rude man that had tried to hit on her was still there. Wait, why was he still there if he thought she was a freak... unless he hadn't meant to say it loud enough for her to hear... Were men really that desperate for sex that they would continue to hit on a girl they were repulsed by? By the way he still kept trying to smooth talk her and offer her drinks... The answer was yes. By now he was starting to move closer and even tried touching her head. Whimpering a little, she tried to scoot over a bit in her seat, shaking her head. Why couldn't he leave her alone? Did he not see that he was making her uncomfortable? Honestly, he probably didn't care and that scared the girl. Would he try to follow her when she left to go home. She wasn't strong enough to protect herself and she had forgotten to bring her pocket knife. She supposed she could always stab him with her pen... much help that would be. She couldn't even call 911 because she had no way to speak. Cops should have a way for someone to be able to text them if they need help. Just as the girl started to hyperventilate a little bit, something, or rather... someone, was standing in front of her.
Blinking once, her bright blue eyes looked up at the man that had placed himself between her and her harasser. The nervous girl watched as the man told the guy bothering her to leave her alone. The other man stood up, swaying a bit and told the man that was sticking up for Katelyn to mind his own business. The young woman glanced at the two before she scooted over in her seat as much as she could, her hands trembling a little bit as she was scared that there was going to be a fight of some sort. The harasser's friends must have realized it too because one of them came over and told him to leave it. Katelyn then heard another rude comment directed towards her when the friend told the harasser that 'the girl isn't that cute anyway.' Fidgeting a little in her seat, Katelyn looked down at her plate of food. Maybe coming here was a bad idea...
Sniffling a little bit and wiping at her nose, the young woman then glanced at the man that had helped her out. She decided it would just be safer to write in her notebook, so she pulled it out and started writing before tugging on the hem of the guy's coat to try and gain his attention. When he would look at her, she would hold up her notebook.
Thank you very much for making that man go away.
She stared up at him. She was really thankful, since she was sure that she wouldn't have gotten him to go away on her own. Who knows what he would have done if the man hadn't stepped in. Katelyn really didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to continue eating then go home. She wasn't even sure if she wanted a drink anymore.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:20 pm
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Mishka Dmitri Ivankov
|| Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single ||
|| Attire || Interested in-[N/A] ||
|| With-[No one] || Currency-[$1,000] ||
|| Profile || [OoC-Sorry, its pretty short and not as good as I'd like it to be..] ||
"I remember to much, my mother said to me recently..."
The man stood and Mishka watched his moments. Bright green eyes clouded with anger, following the movements of the swaying man before him. He was obviously drunk off his a** and Mishka was envious but still the guy was being a d**k. So when the guy spoke, sentence slurred and words mashing together, Mishka swung back another long drink before setting the drink on the girls table. He honestly kinda forgot she was there at this point. It was just him and this guy whose breath stank. He was so ready to, planning out in his head where he wanted to hit the guy, right in the jaw, sharp left. He knew now what he was going to do after that, so with a plan he raised his arm and balled his fist and drew it back, only lowering it when the guys friends came over and convinced him that it wasn't worth it. Mishka only scuffed and scowled in their direction, taking hold of his beer again and taking a pull from the lips of the bottle Watching as the man left, shooting him a glare when he spews out more profanity.
He jumped a little when he felt the tug at his sleeve, turning his head fast, beer still in hand he scanned over the woman. "Oh yeah, she was a thing." He thought to himself before looking over her more reading the note she had made for him. He wondered for a moment why she didn't just speak to him, was she deaf? No she would still be able to talk. She must be mute then, what would be easier for her. Sign langue? Maybe, when he spoke he let his hands sign along with him.. "Yeah no problem, I hope he wasn't to much of a problem." He more mumbled the last part, cause he would much rather have had been here sooner so that she wouldn't have had to put up with that guys crap but whatever, he could't save everyone.
He wondered now what to do, stay with her, drink more or both? Whatever she was most comfortable with he assumed. He looked back over his shoulder and watched as the group of men left the bar. Once they where completely gone he downed the rest of his beer and focused back on he girl. for a moment he took the time to think and hope his drinking wasn't bothering her but honestly, as of right now he didn't care, he was to angry not to. If he didn't have a good few drinks in his system to make everything fuzzy he might just commit mass murder! Yeah, not the best of days...
"...'Why hold onto all that?' And I asked, 'Where can I put it down?'"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 3:49 pm
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x Profile ⋮ Single ⋮ Settled In ⋮ $976.75
Katelyn blushed just a little bit as the man jumped, she hadn't meant to scare him! Blinking, her light blue eyes looked up at him and she tilted her head to the side just a little bit. Almost instantly, her eyes were drawn to his hands. Wait! This man knew sign language too!? This was the third person that she has met that knew how to use sign language! It was almost like some kind of miracle. She wondered how many other people she would be able to communicate with. Even if it was just a small amount, she was pretty excited about this! The possibility of even just the idea of making new friends brought her out of her saddened mood and made her happy almost instantly, even if it was just some fluke thing where she had managed to meet the only three people on the island that could use sign language, she didn't care. She was excited!
Realizing that she still hadn't responded to the man made her blush a little bit before she set her notebook down. Signing to him was going to be a lot easier than writing. Staring up at the male, she then started moving her hands. "He was scaring me a bit, but he wasn't too grabby or anything." She signed, sighing softly and shaking her head. She didn't know what she would have done if he had started groping her or something... She probably would have smacked him with her plate or something.
Thinking for a moment, the girl then looked at him. "Would you like to sit with me?" She signed, she wasn't sure if he was here with anyone or anything like that, but what would be the harm in asking. The brunette's eyes stared up at him. "I could buy you a drink... as a way to thank you for making that man go away." She signed. After all, that was the least that she could do.
⋮ OOC ⋮ It's okay.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 1:27 pm
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