Post by MARIA MORETTI on Jul 16, 2010 20:33:34 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS MARIA MORETTI AND I AM SIXTEEN YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M A DERELICT AND I WAS BORN ON 30th/MAY/1869 IN ITALY. MY NATIONALITY IS ITALIAN. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE DORIANA AGACINSKA. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM SHY, INDEPENDENT, ARTISTIC. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY SHIN.
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ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:As usual Tikhon was prowling the city with everything but good intentions, narrow eyes catching any hint of corruption, ears hearing every silent scream. Sure he had better things to do, but that treacherous pit inside his gut was just begging to be fed by the unhappiness of others. He needed to see people more miserable than he was, and this city was the perfect place.
This time he strayed away from the strip club, sick of the smells and the strange looks he got from people passing by. However he was reminded by such an adventure when a familiar face was seen around Jillian Street. A person who had been interesting at the time, but Tikhon quickly forgot about after a few hours. He wasn't in a state of extreme anxiety or fear, and it was a waste of time and stressful to go after a victim that only seemed halfway there. Fortunately for the Russian this situation was different... and a grin curled on his lips as the scene lay out before him.
Instead of feeling guilt or sadness for the male that seemed to getting humiliated in front of strangers by the manager of the strip club (although Tikhon had never been inside one or even spoke to the manager, he staked out most of the owners of businesses around town), he recognized it for the perfect opportunity to catch Naoki in a state of distress. All the better to recruit.
He wiped off the smirk and moved forward, slipping past people and staying close and silent against the walls of the shops. Decisions, consequences, decisions, consequences, words, actions, decisions, consequences... the formulas swam in his head, what the hell should he do to isolate Naoki? A direct approach or a sly one, something that wouldn't cause too much attention... something that wouldn't give him a bad name in front of these strangers.
A large hand caught the arm of the manager, holding tight onto the drunken man. "I'm interested, if we discuss the details in private," he leaned forward to hiss the offer into his ear, dark eyes flashing dangerously down at Naoki.
It was better if the stripper didn't know his intentions for now, let the boy fall into a deep sense of fear and shame before playing hero and "saving" him from all of it. If he acted like a perverted creep now in order to take the boy away from the manager, he figured it would lead the stripper into a blind terror. So his act of heroism would be that much more appreciated.
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