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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 13:43:08 GMT -6
“You should just listen to the little military girl,” Alexandre said to Celine, as his eyes flashed over to the transsexual. “The more you resist going back up to that hell up there, the more chances you have being dragged up there for life. Just look at it this way, you go up there, answer a few questions, and then you can come back down here. That pretty little head of yours will be able to sleep comfortably afterwards.”
Alexandre was unsure of exactly what was going on, but it looked to be a simple solution. You give the government what they wanted and they left you alone. If it was for a simple crime (which all crimes were simple if they did not deal with creativity) then it was not that big of a deal.
“Save yourself the headache of worry. Your comfort will still be here in the end.”
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Donny L. Suave
Colour Rebel
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I know more about what goes on in Paris then the fly in your bathroom.
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Post by Donny L. Suave on Oct 24, 2009 14:01:09 GMT -6
It had appeared that Celine had gotten himself into trouble and Donny wasn't even told all the details, yet he knew them all. Celine had indeed kill William, whatever motive he had for doing it didn't matter to Donny since he was already covered it up and gave the detective on the case a different killer to view. It was an oddly helpful murder since Donny was able to frame one of the other colour rebels that was becoming a liability. 'Course, he too had been killed by Donny himself while he posed as a government agent who helped Carry. The colour rebel in question had a gun and since Carry wasn't going to shoot, Donny did. Luckily for him, he managed to get away quite well with it since he had new aliases that were just as good, if not better, then his old ones. People that no one would dare question who they really were and simply left things as is. Not to mention Donny was amazing as weaving tales that no one could deny was truth. It was one of Donny's little gifts. Either way, he was now in the room with three others as he stood there with his arms crossed over his suit. Square glasses rested upon his nose while a fedora rested upon his balding head. "Good news, you're off the hook for the murder, bad news is," he paused and laughed with a shrug, "hell, there is no bad news besides if you do it again Celine, I'll be sure to kill you and your body won't be found," he stated with a malicious grin upon his lips. At that point, he realized who else was there, Alex himself and then also a face from his past.
Staring at Asher, he perked a brow for a moment before he spoke, "Well, my my. If it isn't little LeBeau in the flesh. I bet your pops is going wild over how you turned out. Hot military girl running a brothel, tsk tsk," he laughed idly. Yes, Donny knew everything, or pretty much everything. If it took place in Paris, he had knowledge of it, this was just his job and quite literally a hobby he enjoyed doing. Turning his gaze over to Alex after wards, he instantly took up a glare at him, "And you, how many times have I told you not to bring people down to our world? Honestly. If the cops come down here with another raid, I'll make sure you're the first one they shoot," he grumbled. This was common from Donny, he was always the one who was willing to say anything to anyone and didn't care about the consequences, course most that knew him, knew he did it to protect everyone down here. Most also knew Donny could pretty much do anything he said or simply took him at his word rather then testing it. Rolling his eyes, he spoke again, "And don't go giving me your excuses, I've heard 'em all before, bucko," he grunted at Alex before he looked back at Asher and rose his left hand to his eyes, "You didn't even take her weapons. Damnit Alex, you are too trusting. I really hope that gets you killed someday so I can go to your funeral and say I told you so."
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 14:08:47 GMT -6
Asher glared at him, trying to place the memory before her mouth got her in more trouble. Snapping her fingers as it slid into place, she grinned maliciously. "Oh, you're the asshole that Mariam was always complaining about," she said thoughtfully, her tone completely innocent. "The one that was suspected of all the sexual harassment charges," she continued, her eyes staring up at the ceiling as if trying to remember.
"Now shut up because I'm not here to kill anyone until they try to kill me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at everyone in the room. She absolutely hated being called little and everyone in the room was still calling her little. Nevermind she was actually shorter than everyone, size didn't count, it was how you used it.
Her hand came out and smacked the transsexual upside the head as she affixed him with another glare. "Next time you kill someone, make sure that you don't shit where you eat," she warned him, unhappy with having had to deal with the police. She was mostly ignoring the man who was speaking to Alexandre, seeing as it was none of her business, but the words were not forgotten, they just didn't pertain to her.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 14:25:23 GMT -6
Alexandre shrugged his shoulders slightly at Donny’s words to him. “I can’t help it. She was too cute to turn away. Can’t we keep her, papa? Oh, can we please? I’ll take good care of her. I’ll give her water. I’ll feed her. I’ll wash her up. She can even sleep on the end of my bed. Oh, please, papa, please! She won’t take up too much room.”
The King of the Underground gave laugh, playing the situation off as lightly as possible. Perhaps he trusted too much, but what was the point of trying to take the girl’s guns and knives away? If he had tried, he could have been sure to be shot to death. He knew who Asher was, however, and she had never caused real trouble down in the underground. There was no reason to start a fight over nothing.
“Celine just go up to the surface and get the work done. Do you really want to hear these to bicker until you do? Just go up there, play off some more lies, give them cute eyes, and then get the hell back down here.” Alexandre flashed a smile before taking another drag off his cigarette.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 14:44:59 GMT -6
Asher rolled her eyes, staring upwards as if asking why everything was suddenly becoming so difficult. That was part of her annoyance and Celine was busy laughing, knowing full well that she hated being called little or being referenced to in any way of that nature.
She leveled a glare at the transsexual, crossing her arms over her chest and looking pretty much at ease in the situation, despite not having control. Well, she had some control, she was armed and had a better shot than anyone here, but that was another story. No violence had been offered.
She sighed before thwapping him in the back of the head again. "Keep laughing and I'll fire you," she threatened. It was an idle threat, and they both knew it, but Celine managed to diminish his laughter to a few giggles, the mirth still there. It may have been unknown to everyone else there, but the transsexual knew quite a bit about Asher, especially that little pet peeve.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 14:56:05 GMT -6
“You need to relax Asher,” Alexandre said, looking to the girl and observing her. “No reason to get all uptight. Sit down here and stay for a while.” He patted a spot beside him on the loveseat for Asher to come over and sit beside him. “No reason to get so offended over a joke. We all know I was just kidding around. You’re tiny, not little.”
Alexandre gave a laugh, flicking his cigarette ashes. He could tell that the remarks on her size were annoying her. But, his words were all in good humor, so he did not worry too much about it. “Just be glad you aren’t as hold as pops over there.”
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 15:05:27 GMT -6
Asher arched an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to attempt to make another comment. Sighing, she ran a hand through the tail of her ponytail before just sitting down next to Alexandre, glaring at the transsexual. "I'm more than likely younger than you are," she pointed out, looking Alexandre up and down before leaning back.
Celine shook his head, deciding to excuse himself, with an excuse of needing to 'freshen up'. Asher gave a rather unlady like snort of laughter at that, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth at that excuse as the transsexual made his way out of the room. Her mouth quirked up in a smile as she shook her head.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 15:39:17 GMT -6
“Want a cigarette?” Alexandre offered to Asher, holding out one of the sticks to her with a smile. “You are younger than me, but I think you will always be shorter than me and appear tiny. So, I think it is something you will need to get use to, little Asher.”
The colour rebel could not help but continue to tease the military girl. It was in his nature. If he did not tease the person, he truly did not care about their presence. But he was already enjoying her fiery company. Not to mention she was rather attractive as well.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 15:43:57 GMT -6
Asher shook her head, a smile flirting across her lips. "No. It tends to give people away when they smell like smoke and I rather prefer being able to slip by unnoticed," she said with amusement in her eyes as she took in the details of the room.
"Call me little again, Alexandre," she purred, her voice full of a seductive promise as she fixed him with a look that had been known to melt men where they stood, "And I'll tell Celine you want to sleep with him," she finished with a smile.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 15:52:17 GMT -6
Alexandre gave a laugh and a shake of his head. “How do you know that I haven’t already slept with Celine? Hmm?” He gave another laugh. He hadn’t slept with the transsexual, but this wasn’t the point. If he had, that would have totally thrown Asher’s threat in the trash. Alexandre was one who did not care if the person was male or female. If he liked them enough, he would not mind sleeping with them.
“So, little Asher, have any other threats to throw my way?” he asked, amused smile playing over his lips as he took another drag from his cigarette. He puffed the smoke out, watching as it whirled in the air.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 16:00:15 GMT -6
"Plenty because I know you haven't slept with him. Celine is never quiet about his conquests," she pointed out, leaning back and crossing her legs, shifting her attention from him and back into the room, resting her elbows on her knees.
She was used to always having something to do, and rarely did she sit down and just 'relax', always having to keep on her toes and on guard as what her foster father had taught her when he'd been around. It also helped that Asher had been a bit of a deviant and knew how to dodge questions that she did not want to answer.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 17:20:41 GMT -6
Alexandre took another drag off of his cigarette. “You really need to live, Asher,” he told her, blowing out the smoke once more. “Do you dance? If you don’t, you really need to. I could take you down to Les Sons Magiques to dance and have a good time. I have a feeling your body was designed for such activities.”
He meant nothing dirty by his words. He could just tell that the girl had a body that was made for dancing. Many people could dance, but only a select few could really master the art. Perhaps, this little military girl could surprise him.
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Donny L. Suave
Colour Rebel
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I know more about what goes on in Paris then the fly in your bathroom.
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Post by Donny L. Suave on Oct 24, 2009 18:16:48 GMT -6
Listening to the two chat to each other, Donny just swore to himself under his breath. Donny could already tell the tension that was building between the two of them. It was oddly cute, but sort of disgusting too. However, when Alex made the comment about him being old, Donny just couldn't stay silent anymore, "Age before beauty, and if Asher weren't around, I'd hold both titles over you, Alex," his words rung as he gave a deviant little smile. He could easily throw insults around with the best of them, after all, it was one of Donny's little hobbies.
Watching as the two of them began to get a bit cozier together to the point that Alex wanted to take her out dancing, he gave a gentle laugh. He quickly stifled it with his left hand raising over his mouth and replacing it with an idle cough. "Sorry, I just didn't think anyone could get into Alex's pants that fast, so I believe you just set a record Asher," he stated with a deviant little smile upon his lips, "Just make sure to use protected sex, if either of you have babies, I won't take care of them," he continued with his teasing, this time targeting both of them.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 18:26:55 GMT -6
"I'd be worried if he could have babies. Didn't you learn anything in biology?" she shot back, quirking an eyebrow as she watched him, her eyes neutral and her stance guarded. "Of course, if I had actually wanted in his pants, I would have gotten there already. It's a matter that you obviously know nothing about," she continued with a saccharine sweet smile.
She grinned before turning to face Alex, the smile sliding off her lips slowly. "Unlike you, some of us actually work and have our presence required upstairs. I've already had the cops come to my place and that was too close for comfort, and I have a feeling they'll have my place under surveillance and if they can swing it, me under military surveillance," she said, shaking her head in silent amusement.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 18:36:46 GMT -6
“Oh, come on,” Alexandre said, putting his cigarette out in a golden ashtray. “Take a vacation day. Have some fun for once. No one will know that you are dancing the night away. Hell, how do you think a lot of those surface people make their way down here without getting caught? Come down here at night. No one will see you. I’ll teach you how to dance.”
He glanced over at Donny. “And you,” he said, smile upon his face. “Shut the fuck up. You are just jealous that you don’t get more action than I do.” Alexandre gave a laugh, his words in good humor. “You just want to get into Asher’s pants is all.”
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