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Life working full time is a vortex of "IM SORRY I CANT POST YET IM SWAMPED WITH WORTH" Sorry ya'll<3;;;
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Dang thicc hips, Bomb ass lips, I could rule the world on my fingertips. ~<3
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I like how we all have colors to our characters. That being said, it feels weird for me to use green. Usually I'm all about moody colors, like dark blue or purple, stuff like that, and when I'm not using that, I have yellow or gold, etc. Green is just something I don't think about. Nice to have that element. I know it's just color text but it really does change things in a sense.
As the smaller woman leaned over the man in the pinstripe suit to take hold of the lighter, she could hear someone come in behind her, exchange a few words with the hostess, and then get settled in. She didn't spare a glance, however, taking the lighter before sitting back down and flicking the lighter open. Her thumb stroked the yellow sapphires embedded into the casing after she'd struck a light against her cigarette. She took a long, luxurious drag on her cigarette through its smoking instrument before exhaling the visible smoke up into the air. She slid her gaze back to the older woman as she gave her name.

She smiled, hopping back over to where the 'bimbo' sat, taking a seat right beside him in order to be closer to where the old woman sat. The young woman plucked the smoking instrument from her lips, holding it in a rather practiced and lavis manner in her thin, pale hand, before extending her arm across the pinstripe suit man and shaking Marion's with a hollywood grin.

"Virginia. Virginia Ford." She leaned back, crossing her legs with her chin held high. "You might have heard of me from the pictures. As for us women stickin' together, Miss Marion," She paused to take another drag on her cigarette, then leaned back, exhaling her smoke with a pout and her eyebrows arched. "I'd agree but I gotta admit, I'm a little lackin' and in need of a fella. It's true what they say..." She spun around in her chair, leaning her elbows back against the bar. Her eyes traced the room at a lazy and slow pace as she tapped the ash of her cigarette onto the ground. It wasn't as though it would make the floor that much dirtier anyways. She slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, her voice taking on a somber tone. "It's lonely at the top."

Just then, there was another knock at the door. The hostess, looking a bit surprised, bustled over to the entrance and opened it slowly. From the other side, a dark haired young man stumbled in. Upon seeing the hostess he immediately began to shout at her in a slurred, drunken manner. Whoever he was, he seemed rather unhappy. He dressed and talked like a mobster, a thick Brooklyn accent painting all of his skewed and slurred words. Virginia watched this with a slowly raised eyebrow as the hostess struggled to death with them. She averted her gaze, making eye contact immediately with The Pessimist who sat on one side of the room.

Her eyes flicked between the fight, then to him. She gestured with her head toward the fight before taking a drag on her cigarette and closing her eyes. "Won't someone be a white knight deal with that hood?"
someone gonna post?
local.aaca.org/bntc/slang/slang.htm This is a great reference that I used for the slang in my post vuv for the sake of the feel of the story I propose we refer to this often.





As the hostess had begun to close the door when the pessimist sat down, a pale, delicate hand shot out from the crack of the door from the outside and shoved it open. The hostess fell back in surprise as a woman not too far off in appearance from herself came through the door and slammed it behind her with a kick of a heel-clad foot.

From her modern mary janes, upwards to her visible stockings and the scandalous hint of thigh before being covered by the bottom of the fringe of her cream colored, sparkling dress.... From her generous cleavage, exposed arms, short hair decorated by a matching cap, bold make-up and long, glamorous string of pearls, it was clear that this was a woman of decade. Her dark, moody pout gave way to a hollywood grin to the hostess, who also in turn perked up. As the young woman that had made her appearance took in the sight of the hostess, she lit up like Christmas and placed her index finger to the side of her lips.

"Your attire is simply the bee's knees, darling. It's nice to meet a woman who's unafraid of showing off the gams like me." Her voice was thick with an accent that screamed old hollywood--or in this case, new hollywood--and gave her an air of confidence unseen in women of previous decades. The hostess chuckled, nodding in agreement, but was unable to form a response before the newcomer held up her ticket with the words boldly exclaiming upon it: Mr. Jig's Speakeasy: A Reality Extravaganza. "This the juice joint?"

"As a matter of fact, it is!" The Hostess hastily responded, "May I offer you wine while you wait?"

"Thank's Janey, but I prefer hooch over that baloney." At last, the young woman's eyes scanned the room, turning away from both the hostess and the conversation. There were two men and one, unassuming older woman. She sauntered to the bar and pulled up a seat in the corner two spots away from the man in the pinstripe suit. She crossed her legs and pulled out a long handled smoking instrument that bore a single cigarette at the end. The dark haired young woman fished around in her pockets for a moment before her lips turned to a pout and she looked to the man nearest her. She leaned forward over the counter towards him, resting her elbow on the bar with the instrument angled just a few inches from her lips as she smiled at him. "Hey bimbo, got a light?"
@Wade Wilson Also i like your title card idea and think i will also use it~ vuv
Ah, before I post, I should mention that my character is a B-roll movie star so some, but definitely not all, may recognize her name and face as the young lady in the character tabs. Please PM me if you would like your character to know her if they're really into watching films and whatnot. When I post, I won't use her name vuv not until or unless someone brings it up in the IC.
Goin' on a date to a murder mystery dinner tonight not really, going to an arcade, but how cool would that be so I'll post when I have a minute tonight. Can't wait to start vuv
@rivaan these are spira handcuffs tho, not real ones. Not to mention there's a magic lock on them... I dont think she'd be getting out of those...
@Lucius Cypherok, i see now ^^
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