OOC: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I don't care where this role play goes honestly. My mind has no idea what the plot should be so if anyone has any suggestions or would just like to go-with-the-flow kinda thing let me know.
You do not have to post a character sheet, just an introduction with the details of your character.

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Thunder crashed overhead, lightning illuminated the darkened streets of a rather large city. Rain pelted the earth, creating puddles and rivers of water, soaking the few brave souls that gathered in the waning darkness. The wind blew, icy and cold, sending shivers down spines and whipping long hair into faces, numbing feelings and muffling voices. Trees bent backwards from each gale of wind that brought the storm.

"Chance of tornadoes for the following counties: Bartholomew, Johnson, Sycamore, and Boon." scrolled along the bottom of the rather large television screen that sat across the expensive looking living room. A beautiful red velvet couch sat across from the television, holding a young woman of what appeared twenty five years of age. She wore a simple black cocktail dress that showed off pale slender legs and a pair of stiletto high heels.

The young woman's name is Rose Styles, of the Styles Corporation, her father's life and dream made real. The Styles Corporation deals in modern and futuristic technologies, manufacturing the newest models of cars, computers, cellphones, televisions, and home telephones. Rose Styles is the only daughter of Michael Styles, the founder and owner of Styles Corporation, and Lisa Styles, the co-founder and lead scientist of Styles Corporation.

Rose pushes herself up from the velveteen couch and slowly wanders over to the open panel windows that are the wall between her and the ravaging storm outside. Lightning flashes once more across the sky, illuminating the trees that surround her apartment complex and the cars in the car lot across the empty street. Pitter, patter, pitter, patter goes the rain as it falls upon the window. Rose stands with her legs parted slightly in front of the window, her tri-blue eyes watch the storm clouds above for signs of the storm coming to a bitter end. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising slowly, and lets the breath out as a soft sigh.

Bbbbbbbbrrrrrrr, bbbbbbbbrrrrrrr, bbbbbrrrrrrrr her cellphone vibrates on the glass table beside her. Rose looks over at the cellphone and reaches out with a slender hand to pick it up. Flipping open the cellphone, she puts it to her ear and says softly, "Hello?" A voice on the other end speaks for a few minutes before she can answer back, "I'm on my way to the club now." A few more minutes pass and she hangs up the phone.

After setting the cellphone back on the glass table, Rose moves over to a mirror to pull back her long, blonde hair into a tight ponytail. She studied her slender, attractive face for a moment before she turns and grabs a long leather jacket from a nearby closet. Slipping it on, she grabs a small purse, the cellphone, and opens her front door.
Shutting and locking the door behind her, Rose steps out into the roofed over garage. Her heels clicking loudly in the garage, she walks over to a 1972 Plymouth Barracuda, digging into her purse for the keys. Jingle, jingle, jingle goes the keys as she lifts them from her purse and unlocks the car.

Rose climbs in and starts the car, the engine's sound reverberates inside and outside of the car. Carefully pulling the vehical out of the garage, she shudders at the thought of the awaiting storm. Driving down the wet streets, she drives to a nightclub and pulls up in front. Climbing out and locking the door, she jogs to the front door and slips inside. The music is thumping and the crowd dances with the music. The nightlife has begun.....

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If anyone was wondering what Rose looks like, I found a picture that looks like what I see in my mind.

The bass shook his eardrums as he passed the speakers, squeezing his way through the crowds, trying not to spill his gin and tonic. He flipped open his cellphone and pressed a speed dial. He told Rose to come to the club. It didn't seem complete without her. With her class, her attitude, her beauty and her wonder, she made the night come alive. He sat on a leather couch and waited, running his fingers through his brown hair. His green eyes darted through the crowd, waiting to see her.

Rose shook the rain from her hair, letting the bouncer open the door for her. A smirk played on her lips as the jacket was slipped from her shoulders by another bouncer. The music pulsed widly around her, the swinging lights, the heavy bass pounding out its tune, the crowd dancing wildly and drunkenly before her, beckoning for the high of excitement.
Making her way through the dancing crowd, she walks to the bar, licking her lips slightly as she leaned against the glass bartop. "A whiskey," she calls out over the music to the heavy muscled bartender wearing a white wifebeater.
"Here ya go, Rose," he says as he hands her the drink.
"Thanks, Tony," she smiles and turns around to lean on the counter. Her tri-blue eyes scan the crowd and the surrounding spaces, looking for the one who invited her.

The sound of the music, the tall lithe forms of the young woman standing in line, dressed in their sluttish clothes, their make-up over done, all trying to be an exact clone of the latest thin, Hollywood teen sensation. The young men, full of false bravado, bolstered by their alcohol, as they preened and postured to attract the eyes of the females.

Erich smiled slightly as he drifted through the darkened environment of the club, the incessantly loud music causing the very air to vibrate with the explosion of bass from the massive speakers. His storm colored eyes flashed as a slightly intoxicated woman backed into him, as she turned to face him, her pert sensual mouth opened and a series of verbal vomit flowed forth. Erich merely looked down from his six-three inches of height, his storm colored eyes flashed in time with the swirling lights that flowed and cascaded down upon the club floor.

Leaning into the woman, Erich whispered in her ear, "Too bad you have such a filthy mouth, but then I am sure you know how to use it." With that Erich pushed past the woman, who stammered and spit in fury as she looked at her girlfriends. The expensive black suit barely contained the muscles that they wrapped as the man weaved his way through the throng of people.

Finally reaching the bar, he leaned against it, his eyes flowed over the crowd, watching the antics of the young as he finally grabbed the ear of the barkeep, "Gray Goose martini...shaken." He said, having to repeat himself as the volume of the music increased to a new song.

Erich turned once he received his drink, leaning against the bar he watched with a distinctly bored look, his eyes watched every seemingly innocuous move made by the bouncers as they slide and maneuvered around the crowd, quietly removing those needing to be removed and telling those others who were intoxicated to merely enjoy themselves, provided they didn't get out of hand.

Sipping his martini, Erich looked at his watch, it was still early, and perhaps those who were seeking his services were running late.

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Rose played with the loose ends of her hair as she leaned against the bartop. Lifting the drink to her thin lips, she takes a small sip of the amber liquid. The burn of her throat as the whiskey slid down it was enjoyable for her. It made her close her eyes slightly and enjoy it even more.
A man stood next to her, one who had just looked at his watch, and she turned that way, still slightly scanning the area for her friend. "Excuse me," she called over the music. "I wonder if you could tell me the time. Please."
Rose studied the man swiftly and waited for him to answer or ignore her. She took another sip from the glass in her hand.

Hearing a faint voice drowning in the thudding music, Erich looked at the woman beside him. She seemed to be savoring her drink, by the looks probably a mash of some sort, probably whiskey. Peering into her face a moment, studying her. Blond, petite wearing the classic black dress and stilettos, she looked familiar, perhaps he had worked for her at one time.

Leaning into her, Erich whispered the time so she could hear him over the noise, as he did so he inhaled deeply, she carried the scent of a young woman accustomed to wealth, and she had the attitude as well. Leaning back Erich smiled broadly, his even white teeth gleamed and reflected the myriad of lights that rain down upon them. Extending his hand out Erich nearly shouted, "Erich Sagaan, pleased to meet you." The nutmeg colored hair fell across his forehead, with a swipe of his hand he pushed the hair back into place.

As he did so the suit coat opened briefly, the ominous black handle of his pistol exposed for a brief moment before the jacket closed again. Erich tipped his drink again as he looked over the crowd then back to the blond next to him.

"Rose Styles, a pleasure to meet you, Erich," she said as she leaned into him, taking his hand with her free one. Rose pulled back slightly and then watched him as he brushed his hair from his forehead.
The pistol handle did not bother her, she was quite used to seeing such things. Her eyes darted from the pistol back over the crowd, searching once more for her friend. He said he would be here, she thought to herself. Rose shrugged her slender shoulders and shook her head slowly.
Tilting the drink back, Rose finished the drink and turned back to Tony, the bartender. "Hey Tony!" she called over, but was not heard over the music. She set the glass back down and began to wait, turning her attention back on Erich.

Tossing back the rest of his drink, Erich placed the glass on the bar next to the woman Rose'. As he did so he frowned as he looked at his watch again, then realizing that the blond was looking at him, Erich gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry...I am expecting someone, and I am not sure where they are."

Looking into her remarkably scintillating eyes, Erich practically hollered, "Can I buy you a drink before your friend shows up?" Before she could ask he shouted, "How'd I know you were waiting for someone? Because if anyone was with you they'd have come to whisk you away by now!" His laugh rang out and as it did the music dipped, allowing speech to be a little more on conversational level. Turning he caught the eye of the thick bartender, who promptly came over to them.

Rose smiled at him and laughed slightly. "Tony, refresh our drinks," she said to the bartender with a smile. Turning back to Erich, she smirked lightly, "What makes you think I'm waiting for someone?" Rose started to chew lightly at her bottom lip as she watched Erich. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Tony refill their drinks and set them back on the bartop.

Erich nodded the bartender, it seemed the blond, Rose, was perhaps a regular here. Flashing a smile again, "Well a few little tells you gave away. You are looking over the crowd for someone who isn't here yet. If they were here you'd be looking at a specific spot where you expected them to be."

Turning slightly so he eyes could drink in her form, "And because you aren't a little twenty-something bopping around with a slew of other twenty-somethings. You have a certain self-assurance that comes with either money or power...and I think you may have both." Grinning widely he peered into her eyes, "Am I wrong?"

Reaching for the martini he watched her face for any reactions, after all he was good at what he did, and he knew the tells people gave away. It was just like at the Farm, the training was flowing back from the recesses of his memory, the classes on seduction seemed to instinctively come into play, even though he was sure that Rose was a savvy woman, he enjoyed the moments when he could utilize some of his less used skills. With a subtle move he glanced down at his watch and frowned, it was already 15 minutes passed the time he should have picked up the mark.

It was becoming an annoying routine that Sarah detested. A daily 'activity' that she could do without. She clutched her right fist tightly with her left hand, trying to ease the pain. "Back off or I'll do worse than punch you," she silently threatened the drunk man on the floor. He looked at her stupidly with a dazed look on his face. His right eye was sporting a really bad bruise. Sarah sighed. The idiot was not going anywhere. It was obvious he was too drunk to even know where he was. "God. How could you..." Sarah turned around but there was no one behind her. She looked about and nearly stomped her foot in fustration.

It was just like Hannah to do something like this. "In trouble, my foot!" Sarah yelled in fustration. her best friend was constantly going to clubs every single night, constantly getting drunk, constantly getting into guy trouble and of course constantly calling Sarah for help. And who could forget her disappearing act at the end of it all. Sarah abandoned the jerk who was still lying on the floor and went in search of Hannah but knew that she would not be able to find her. It was then that her wrist started to hurt even more and when Sarah looked down, she saw that there was long scratch across her knuckles and there was blood. "Just great" she thought to herself.

She spotted the club that her friend was working in and walked towards it. She was not dressed for the nightclub with her tight fitting jeans and her oversized jacket with a hood but she did not really bother because she knew nobody would mind. Sarah never had a problem with looks as she had long auburn hair that was curly that she braided down her back. She had flawless skin that was tanned. Her eyes were probably the most attractive feature as they were a mixture of colours; a mixture of light brown, gold and a startling dark orange. So sporting a tight fitting jeans and an oversized jacket zipped up halfway, Sarah walked into the club and spotted Mark one of the 2 bartenders.

"Mark!" She pratically shouted as the loud music shadowed her voice. "Mark!" she tried again. He looked up and Sarah simply raised her right hand with the blood. His face broke into a smile as he nodded his head understanding what she needed. She turned to Tony as Mark went to help her get some water and cloth to wrap her knuckle. "The usual Tony. I really need it."

As she leaned against the counter, she noticed two other people. One was a tall man and the other she knew. It was Rose Styles. Sarah's magazine was covering her and the company in an article. Recalling the magazine that was waiting for back at her office, Sarah groaned. She was the Owner of The Gazelle- the fashion line as well as the magazine and she had been in the middle of finalising the magazine when Hannah had called. Just then Mark returned with the bottle of water and a bandage.

"I'm well prepared," Mark teased her before moving of to see to others. Tony left her drink beside her. She grinned in response and tried to clean the away the blood.

Rose inclined her head to him, "I must compliment you, Erich. You have named everything about me. Then again," she paused slightly, "you could know of me through my father and Styles Corporation." A smile played on her lips and in her eyes as she watched him.
Picking up the glass, she raised it to Erich with a smile, "To information either known or gathered." The smile broke out on her lips as they parted showing off her pearly white teeth in the dim lighted club.

Erich smiled and toasted with the surprisingly easy to talk to daughter of a very important technological genius. Looking out over the wildly gyrating and bouncing crowd of young and men that had flooded the dance floor, Erich shifted his vision and landed the silver-blue eyes upon the young auburn haired woman, who seemed to have a cut or bruise.

Narrowing his eyes every so slightly, focusing on the woman, slowly tracing the outline of her body, the tight jeans could scarily hide a gun, but the large jacket may. The smile never left his face as the entire examination took less than a few seconds, adjusting his position so he could keep the woman in view, and still allowing his attention to redirect upon the young Ms. Styles.

As he leaned back his phone vibrated in his pocket, hastily reaching for it he accidentally bumped into a rather large and rotund young man, who wheeled around. His short clipped hair, seemed out of place on the large chunky face. The bloodshot eyes told Erich all he needed to know about the man being drunk.

"What the F...you dumb ass som'bitch!" spit the heavy set man, behind him another equally tall and equally large man stepped closer, as if trying to intimidate Erich.

"Ahh sorry, my phone rang and I simply wanted to see who was calling." Erich shouted as the music seemed to increase in tempo and intensity.

Rose stiffled a laugh as she watched the heavy set man and Erich. She lifted the glass of whiskey to her lips once more and took another drink from it, feeling the intoxicating burn down her throat. A feeling that she enjoyed on such occasions. Her eyes darted to the other heavy set man and set her glass down.
Stepping between the two men and Erich, she kept her back to Erich and faced the drunken men. "Gentlemen," she said, catching their attention easily with an easy flip of her ponytailed hair. "Won't you please buy me some drinks?"
She didn't care if the flirtation worked or not, she didn't want to see any fighting, especially since Erich seemed to have a rather nice looking pistol hidden on his person. Rose could easily guess who would win the fight if it should happen to occur and she wouldn't place her money on the two drunken baffons before her.

She wrapped the bandage about her knuckles three times before she tied a messy knot. Using her teeth she pulled at one end and managed to tighten it. With that 'tedious' task accomplished, she picked up her drink and downed it. She closed her eyes as the drink flowed through her throat. She was not one to get easily drunk as she could hold her own so once in awhile, she indulged.

Leaning back against the bar, Sarah took in the crowd. She preferred to observe rather than partake. Hannah would always jest, mocking Sarah for acting older than her age. Sarah would just smile at those jokes and move on. Her thoughts were suddenly disrupted as two rather large men began a confrontation with the tall man she had spotted earlier on. It was then that Miss Styles gracefully stepped in the centre of the three men and asked to bought a drink. Sarah could not help but laugh at the situation. Miss Styles was really one of a kind.

Finally Colby spotted her...with a few other men. He worked his way through the crowd and came up behind her, breathing on her neck. "Glad you could make it darling" He smiled at her

"Glad you could make it darling," a familiar voice said behind her as Rose felt breath on her neck. She had tensed greatly when she felt someone's presence behind her, but then relaxed when she realized who it was.
"Colby, how many times do I have to tell you not to sneak up on someone like that?" Rose chided him softly as she turned around to greet him warmly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she hugged him, pressing her cheek into his shoulder.
Rose pulled back and looked over at Erich. "This is Colby, Erich. Colby, this is Erich," she introduced the two men with warm smiles.

(Hey, I'd like to join, buuut, I'm some-what new at this so if I do something wrong PLEASE inform me so I can learn how to do this a little better!)

Walking down the cold rainy street, with a rather large umbrella and a news paper, Iliana sighed with her failure to find a job in this city she was new to. "I cannot believe no one would hire me!" said the young girl of twenty two, with a light british accent.

As the lightning flickered, Iliana looked up, seeing a night club right in front of her, with a surprisingly short line. She figured she would take a minute to smell the alcohol. After twenty minutes of standing in line, inspiration hit. Maybe she could work here!

When she finally entered the club she felt a little underdressed, wearing a business skirt and blouse, with an extremely tight up-do. She quickly pulled down her long golden blonde hair, and went up to the bar. Maybe he is the owner, Iliana thought, looking at Erich, who talking some what closely with the bar tender and fending off a very large drunk.

"Hello, are you the owner? I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here?" she said quite quickly, in hopes that he would not reject her. Another rejection and she might drink enough to wipe out this entire bar!

He nodded towards Erich. "Nice to meet you" He put his arm around Rose's waist and smiled at her. "So what have you been up to lovely?" He ran his fingers through her hair. "I feel like i havent seen you in ages"

Rose smiled warmly at Colby and leaned against him. "It's only been a few days, Colby," she laughed lightly.
Turning her attention to the woman who spoke to Erich, she studied her quickly and stepped forward. "I know the owner and she is looking for a female bartender," she said offering to help her out. "I'm good friends with the owner. Tell me your name and I'll let her know that you're looking."