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Post by Lust on Sept 30, 2009 17:27:53 GMT -8
Looking at the slip of paper in her hand Lust smiled widely and sweetly, drawing a few looks of amazement and some whispers from the passersby. It only added a bounce to her step- she was oblivious of the fact that it was more complete shock at her manner of dress in this neighborhood than really appreciative of her appearance. Ignorance was bliss though and she was a very, very happy girl for that reason alone.
With her head held high she stepped through the bar's doors and made her way to the counter, sliding onto a bar stool as the role she was to play filled her mind. Yes, she was going to be the singing vixen, the one with fire in her eyes and the moves to make people go wild. This was all going to be such fun! A slow smile spread over her face and she waited for the owner of the establishment, a fellow sin named Greed, to make his way to her. She enjoyed tormenting this one a little; there was a hint of restraint that she couldn't help but try to break and his attention was all the sweeter for having to try so hard to win it. And this time she'd dressed to impress as well, with her maroon miniskirt, black halter top, fishnets and boots. I match the decor, perfect, she thought to herself, restraining the giggle that wanted to creep through.
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Post by Greed on Dec 11, 2009 1:34:26 GMT -8
Greed watched people in the bar as they went about there business from his own table near the back of the bar. He wasn't really interested in what he saw, but he observed anyways. Why? Because he had nothing better to do at the moment. Why not watch these pathetic humans go about their pathetic lives? They lived to die. They would never compare to him and his brothers and sisters. They were just ants waiting to be crushed and they would be crushed if they got in his or his mother's way. How he would like to put their useless lives to a end right now. But no, they still had their purposes. Yes, they were no more then dirt to him, but dirt that he could use to get what he wanted and he wanted everything. He wanted their money, their house, everything that they own. He could even go as far as saying that he wanted their very lives. No, not to live. But to control and to end if he so choose. He wanted the world and If he had to deal with the slim of the earth to get it, he would.
Looking at the clock that hung upon the wall of the bar, Greed smiled a little. It was almost time. Time for what you ask? For the appearance of one of his beautiful sisters. Lust. One of the pawns that he wished to use. Yes, he did see her as higher then the dirt that was in his bar at the moment, but she was still a pawn to be moved around in one of his many plans. A plan that he would shape well Dante lay in waiting. Though he was loyal to Dante, Greed was a man of action. He didn't like to sit back and wait for things to fall together on their own. No, he wouldn't be caught off guard and he wouldn't let his enemies attack first. He would seek out his enemies, examine them, then strike before they even knew what was happening and he would strike where it would hurt most first. That was his way of doing things. Different then his mother's ways, but he knew that she would see the sense in his works after they have been carried out. After all, all that he did was to help her to achieve his and her goals. Yes, part of it was do to his own greed, but another part was to his loyalty to his mother as well. She had found him and had feed him the stones that had made him what he is now. He owed her his loyalty at the least.
His sister was truly gift though. His wonderfully talented sister. Though he would have to say she could be rather dime at time, Greed could not deny her talent or her beauty. Do to this he had offered her a job at the Seven Deadly Sins. He know that the custom would increase with her employed to entertain those that came in. It was with her under his employ that he would find her weak point and draw her in to his plottings. Like Irony, she would be his pet and he would command her as he pleased. He just had to find the right trigger to win her over. He wasn't worried about it though. It wasn't a matter of if. It was a matter of when. He always found the trigger. At least, he hasn't failed in doing so yet. The only thing he needed to worry about with her is the possibility that she could manipulate him in turn. He would watch himself to make sure that didn't happen though. He was stead fast and ready for the fight if she did present a challenge. She was to be his tool. Not the other way around. He wouldn't be one of her fawning, attention adorning, dogs. He refused to be spellbound by her appearance and charms.
It was at the moment that he thought this that the door of the bar opened and he turned his obsidian black eyes to look in its general direction. As he expected, in walked Lust in all of her lusty glory. As usual, she was clothed in a outfit that commanded attention and adoration. He was not surprised to see that attention was exactly what she got. Nearly all of the men in the room had their eyes on her and this pleased and displeased Greed all at once. A rather odd feeling for him if he did say so himself. Greed was one not to have mixed thoughts on anything, but at the moment he was. He had planned to employ her for this very purpose, but his greed brought up a word that he rarely thought of. Jealously. How dare those ants look at his Lust with such hungry eyes?! His first thought was to tear out their eyes so that they could never look upon her in such away again, but he forced these thoughts to the back of his mind. He wouldn't permit these worthless beings to get him in a tiff. Plus, he had more important things to worry about. The main at the moment being Lust.
Greed watched as she took a seat at the bar and stood up himself so that he may go and join her. It was obvious that she hadn't seen him sitting at the table or maybe she just wanted him to come to her. Either way, he really didn't mind. What mattered was that she was there and that she would soon be his tool. Or so he hoped as he made his way to the bar. He let a small smile touch his lips as he approached her and as he neared the point where he was standing near enough for her to hear, he spoke to her. "Hello Lust," Greed said simply in his soft, but masculine voice. The greeting was simple and to the point as he usually was when he wasn't plotting or discussing something important. With that, he took the seat beside her. Though he was sitting beside her, he sat facing her and not the bartender who was in fact his little Irony. He preferred to face those that he spoke to head on and he had to admit that he did enjoy looking at the clothing she was wearing. They consisted of his two favorite colors, black and red. Though he knew they were women's clothing, he found himself wanting them still. And eventually he would have them. He was a greedy bastard and he knew it. |
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Post by Lust on Dec 17, 2009 16:18:24 GMT -8
At the sound of a quiet, melodic voice Lust- or Tallulah, as people usually called her when they didn't know her real name- turned slightly and gave her elder brother a smile that showed pleasure at his presence. Her eyes ran over him in a moment of appraisal, for she had no doubt that he'd sized her up once she'd stepped in- after all, who hadn't? She was very pretty at the moment, and enticing, and that could possibly appeal to her greedy-Greed sibling. He was cute, though.
"Oh, hello Greed," she replied once she'd gotten the measure of him for the moment, then instinctively waited to see his reaction to her measuring him up so; either he would be offended or understanding, and every single hint helped her to play her role to the fullest. Dante, who for some reason wanted to be called Mother, wanted her to play nicely, and since it appealed to her as well she obeyed. "It's good to see you, and you look so happy to see me. I wonder, what are we going to play today?"
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