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Fatal Attractions

Fatal Attractions

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Two crafty sisters, living lives normally seen only in Bond flicks, finally meet their equals in a pair of gifted detectives. But what happens when love intervenes? [Male roles taken!]

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Plot/Storyline:



Opposites Attract.........an age-old saying, that over time has continue to prove true in many circumstances..


This story will center around four protagonist; two cunning sisters and two determined detectives.

The two sisters will by all means during the day, appear as a pair of normal young women, who work by day, and party by night. When in reality, the duo consists of a thief, and an assassin for-hire, wanted in countries all around world, from Brazil to Japan, Hong Kong to Sydney, Moscow to America... and they've decided to make New York City their new home, and its streets their new playground.




Over the past few months, New York City has suddenly begun to see a rise in high-quality/top dollar burglaries, and a string of experienced execution-styled killings, which can mostly be linked back to international crime syndicates or local mob activity, also begin to appear.
In reaction to the said rise in crime, after looking over what few clues were out there, the main police precinct will send undercover two of their most promising young detectives, to gather whatever intel they can on a pair of women the police believe might be suitable suspects. [Type in "pizza rocks" at the end of your CS if you understand what's going on so far]
The detectives will be ordered to by any means, find an in to the girls lives... and then use that position to either rule the women out, or to start cementing their case against them. But what will happen when the hunters begins to fall for their marks?
Will the young women ever be captured and brought to justice? Or will that new found love make everyone's walls crumble, and put everything on the line... from the girls freedom, to the detectives records and careers.





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Character Info:

The roles of the two sisters have already been filled, so now I'm just looking for either two guys, or two people willing to RP guy roles, to play the part of the detectives. They don't have to be the same age, but both have to be under the age of 30, and above the age of 22. And they will be undercover as unemployed roommates living off of their families dime/trust funds, or if you choose a cover-story of being in college - scholarship money. [Add a five at the end of "pizza rocks"]





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Character Sheet for the detectives is as follows:


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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b] (Nothing higher than a Precinct Commander - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Police_ranks_of_the_United_States]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Description AND pictures please. Use real pictures please.)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Brief History:[/b]
[b]Reason for volunteering for the undercover job, OR how you were forced into it:[/b]
[b]Post example:[/b]

Toggle Rules

-Leave OOC problems in the OOC section
-Keep strong to your character; as in don’t suddenly change their personality
-Post at least twice a week.
-I understand writers block, we all get it, that is why I say post at least twice a week; that way you have time to think over what you want to say/do/etc.
-Each post must be no shorter than two paragraphs
Single sentences do not sit well with this RP. Moreover, I refuse to have them.
-This is meant to be a fun, intense, and mindful RP
Think before posting
-Everyone needs a chance to post:
Example ONE:
Person A said, "Post post more posting of the post and the post happened here now because of all the posts.'"
Person B said, "Posting post post? Post of which post did you post so post like oh no post!"
Person A said, "Post!"
^^^ WRONG. Person C and D have yet to post. Let them post; allows everyone to be up to speed.

Example TWO:
Person A said, "Post post more posting of the post and the post happened here now because of all the posts.'"
Person B said, "Posting post post? Post of which post did you post so post like oh no post!"
Person C said, "Post of the post post got all these post to post goodness post."
Person D said, "Posting? Posting where?! I ask posting where let me post as well then!"
Person A said, "Post away!"
^^^ CORRECT. Everyone got a chance before the cycle continued. I'm not saying that has to be the exact order. All I'm saying is give your friends a chance to post. :]
-Respect one another!
-With your audition profile, I would greatly appreciate a post example; just to see how you’d fit into everything.
-Thank you!

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"GOOD MORNING NEW YORK CITY!!" the radio on Knatilee's small nightstand rang out.
However it didn't get past "This is your favorite rock n rollin' DJ-" before her hand slammed down on the snooze button.

"It should be illegal to be that loud in the morning....." she whispered, before pushing herself up from her California king mattress, and out from under the sheets.
She slipped into a pair of fuzzy red flip-flop slippers that were a few shades lighter than the red over-sized t-shirt she frequently slept in.


Within only a few minutes the tired woman made her way into the living room and pulled back the curtains on the long row of windows, sending a flood of light into their five bedroom, six bathroom, 4200sq ft midtown west condo.........and bringing the Empire State Building into close clear view.

Cursing under her breath from the light, Knatilee then made her way into the kitchen and fixed herself a bowl of cereal - turning the TV on with her left hand, as she poured the box of Honey Bunches of Oats: Strawberry, with her right. It wasn't long before her six month old huskie pup, Heineken, was jumping up at her leg, with his tail wagging.

She smiled at the pup, and placed the remote down, so that she could pour food and water into the pair of red metallic dog bowls she had bought for him........causing the pup to quickly turn his attention from her, to the food.

Then making her way over to the refrigerator, she began to listen as a reporter on Fox lead the 7 o'clock morning news with the report of a theft from a local gallery down in Chelsea.

"It's like the guy was a ghost or something.....he by-passed all our security, and according to the cops, didn't leave as much as a rug-particle out of place, yet alone any prints" said the owner..........a statement that made Knatilee smirk.
"I guess someone was busy last night......" she said to herself, before taking the half gallon jug of milk, and bowl of cereal, out into the living room - closer to the tv.



She had only taken a few bites from her bowl of cereal, before her phone went off.

"Yes, what is it Martin?" Knatilee said into her Samsung Galaxy SII........Martin being the sous chef of their kitchen, second in cooking only to her sister.
"Did one of you call for an early morning delivery?"
"Um no, why would we do that?"
"Well there's a truck here........says it's a delivery of food for the kitchen, what do i do??"

Knatilee sighed, knowing Martin was there setting up by himself, and that he'd need help unloading the truck with the drivers, seeing as how it's only 7:15am and the delivery almost always comes at around 9:30am, which is thirty minutes before the place opens.........and when nearly the entire crew is usually there to help.


"Damn it!.......gimmie fifteen minutes, we'll come help"

With that she hung up the phone, popped off the couch she had been sitting on, and made her way into her room.
Only seven or so minutes later, Knatilee had slipped into a simple white fitted tank-top, with "Schianos" written across the chest, a pair of low-rise skinny jeans, and white DC skate shoes, with thick black laces. She barely remembered to slip on her Green Bay Packers watch, throw her hoodie over her arm, and push on a set of multi-colored rubber bracelets, before she walked out of her bedroom door and went to her sisters.
Her hand was balled up, and she nearly knocked on the door.......before she remembered the news story.
"Jaqi's probably beat......i can go handle this by myself!"



Knatilee then went and put the milk back in the refrigerator, and threw her dish in the sink, before beginning to scribble on a notepad on the freezer door.

"Went to the bar........delivery fuck up, call me when you get up if you want...........not sure if you have class today, so talk to you whenever i can.


PS: nice job.....=P"



After peeling off the paper, rolling it up in scroll-form, and shoving it in-between her sisters door jam, and door knob - so that it would fall on the floor noticeably the second the door was open - Knatilee shut off the tv, and opened popped her head into her room real quick to check on Yin & Yang.......her two abnormally large royal pythons; Yin being an eight year old six foot long albino male, and Yang being a five year old seven and a half foot female.
Only after seeing that their lights where both on, did she grab the rest of her things - including a beat up camouflage messenger bag, and head out the door.








It felt as if the elevator was taking a million years to get to her floor, as she put her long thick hair into a messy high-up ponytail. So after waiting for felt like forever, she turned around to walk down to the flight of stairs, but before she got far the elevator finally dinged.

Knatilee turned around in a hurry, not even thinking to stop and wait to see if someone was walking out, before she made her way back towards the elevator doors.

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Mason blinked, feeling himself come to. 
"Where am I?" he mumbled in confusion, pushing himself up with his hands and gazed around, bleary eyed. He was lying in a huge bed with a soft mattress that he felt give beneath him slightly when he moved. The sheets were a light blue with a tiny silver pattern dancing along the edge. The pillows were soft, filled with duck down and stretching right the way across the top of the bed. The blue of the walls matched that of the bed perfectly, also with an identical silver pattern running along the top and bottom. The carpet was a snowy white; along with the book cases, desk and other standard furnishings you would find in a bedroom. There was a large bay window to his left, light streaming in between the neatly drawn back blue curtains forgotten to close them last night. The view from the window was that of the Empire State building. 

Suddenly, it clicked. He was in New York. New case. New job. New life. None of that old shit he had left behind. His first class flight from Indianapolis had got him in late last night, giving him only enough time to dump his case on the floor and strip off to his boxer briefs before he fell into bed. And so, that was how he had awoken this morning. He glanced at the clock on the night stand beside him. The time read half past seven. Sighing, he realised he was awake now and there was no use in trying to go back to sleep. Besides, there were things to do.

Dragging himself out of bed, he wandered through into the en suit bathroom. Stripping of his boxer briefs he stepped into the large power shower. The water hammering down on his head and upper back didn't take long to wake him up. He quickly lathered a small sample shampoo that was lying on the side into his hair and washed his body with a heavily masculine scented shower gel. Stepping out, he felt refreshed and awake. He tied a deep blue towel round his waste and wandered back through to the bedroom, pulling out a pair of denim jeans and a t-shirt. When he was ready he began to unpack the four cases he had brought with him from Indiana. It didn't take long and it was just before eight o'clock when he left his bedroom and headed through to the main living area. Other than the bedrooms that came off the main upstair section it was all open plan with each room blending into the next.

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On the way downstairs he passed a closed door, identical to his own. That must be the other guy, he thought to himself, Dean, they had said he was called. Mason stepped into the tidy kitchen, and, after searching the cupboards for a plate and knife, dropped some toast into the toaster. It didn't take long for it to pop up and he spread some butter onto it and sat down at the table. 

That was when he spotted two large
parcels in cardboard boxes lying on the side, one addressed to him and the other to a Detective Winchester; which he vaguely recalled as being the surname of the other detective he was working with. Toast in one hand,  he walked over to the parcel and brought it back to the table with him. Slipping a pen knife out of his pocket, he slid it along the duct tape that held the box closed and the lid sprung open. Inside was a black iPhone and a profile for a woman called Knatilee Schiano. Mason had to admit it there and then, she was absolutely gorgeous. She had crystal blue eyes and thick, brunette hair flowing down her back in luscious waves. Her skin and body were flawless. She looked more like she should be gracing the covers of Vogue rather than murdering men for money.

His eyes scanned through the information the police already had on them, a small, determined smile forming on his lips. 

"Guess you're mine then," he said out loud, his voice like satin. 

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The blaring sound of the alarm beside Dean's bed forced his eyes open. The sunlight spilling into the room kept him from going back to sleep.

"Nrglmmhergummllps..."

He grumbled still half asleep as he reached one hand out of the covers to attempt to either shut off the clock or smash it to bits. The effort resulted in Dean spilling out of the bed to come crashing onto the floor in a tangled mess of blankets a few pillows and somehow his jeans from the night prior. Dean sat up with a sigh.

"Alright I'm up..."

He groaned before standing and kicking the blankets out from around his feet. As he went through his morning routine of brushing his teeth, showering, the usual, his mind mulled over the life he was about to begin living. A life of lies and deception. He had to make the world believe and more importantly two women that he and another detective were nothing but pampered, spoiled college kids living off their parents dime all the while trying to build a case and one that would stand up in court no less against a master assassin and a world class thief. "Should be fun." He thought to himself as he came out of the shower and grabbed some clothes. He hadn't had time to unpack yet so he just pulled his clothes out of his suitcase. After throwing his jeans, a clean tee and his boots on he headed downstairs to meet his new partner and to get some food. He tried remember what he could about the detective. Mason Lamberg, 29, originally out of Indiana. Had a reputation for getting the job done not unlike Dean himself. Something about the man's sudden move to the big city to take this job seemed off so Dean filed it away to ask him about it or find out on his own later. Ever the detective. Dean reached the main floor to find Lamberg standing over a pair of large cardboard boxes.

"Morning. Nice digs huh?"

Dean asked casually in way of greeting as he started to brew a pot of coffee. Once the pot was doing its thing he turned and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms across his chest as he relaxed.

"Whats that?"

He asked referring to the boxes.

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Her body coiled into a tight ball; curled, wrapped, and bowed neatly in the centre of her bed in apparent tranquil contentment as her slim and perfectly manicured fingers subconsciously gripped at the indigo tinted velvet sheets tangled around her.
Lips slightly parted, Jacqueline buried her face into the softness of her pillow, a soft sigh emitted as she shifted to her left, then moved her right hand out across her bed; fingers prodding and gripping.

The sun was up, and set in the sky, she was sure of it. The day was slowly creeping into PMs and long forgotten the AMs. However, she had been so tired when she got home...

“Dae’?” Her words were muffled by the thick covers she laid under as fingers continued to search, stretching to their limit. “Daegon?” She called once more.
Brunette-hair exposed first; stood out on ends as Jacqueline poked her head out from under multi-indigo thick comforters, dark irises glazed over with sleep as her gaze shifted to her right. “Daegon?” It was more of a whine now as a pout puckered up her lips. Eyes blinked in her surroundings for the first time since waking up as she slid around her large bed in search of her missing friend. “Come here boy…” She whispered out. Her left hand moved to brush stray locks away from her line of sight.
“Where are you, Dae-“A soft yelp cut Jacqueline’s sentence short, caused her to turn her attention to the undersized pooch stationed patiently by her large door, and lightly chuckle. “Dae-baby.” She called out, and easily slipped out of bed, comforters spilling out on her white carpet; which she simple passed over and moved lazily for the now tail wagging puppy.
“Hi Honey.” She cooed as she bent low and scooped the animal up in her arms to cuddle lovingly. “Hi there...” She murmured, before she reached out with her left and pulled her door open.

Jacqueline blinked down at the unfolded note in confusion before she reached down to pick it up; setting the pup down with a soft peck on his dome. “Breakfast, Dae…” She muttered, and slowly walked out of her room with the note tucked safely between her right index and middle finger as she read.

"Went to the bar... delivery fuck up, call me when you get up if you want...Not sure if you have class today, so talk to you whenever I can.
PS: nice job... =P"


Jacqueline giggled at she reached Daegon’s bowls seconds after he did, the tip of her sister’s note clamped firmly between her front teeth as she served her puppy some ‘Bits and water.
She scratched at his head fondly before she pushed from her crouched position and turned for the living room; pausing to simply grab fish food.

Jacqueline was in a wonderful mood this morning. Wonderful job accomplishing the previous night can cause one to be in a wonderful mood the next morning. Obviously her sister had heard from, what she was guessing, the news so she could not attack Knatilee with the juicy gossip. ‘Oh well.’ She thought as she dropped a few bits of fish food into the opened bowl and headed back for the kitchen. ‘I’ll tell her anyway.’ Jacqueline grinned to herself, and let the note flutter carelessly to the bar counter as she circled to the ‘fridge.
“Food, food, food, food…” She chanted, as she reached in the refrigerator for the orange juice.

Jacqueline was not much for breakfast, and usually what satisfied her were some toasts and a glass of good-ol’ OJ.

She reached up in the glass cabinet and pulled out a simple clear glass before filling it to its middle. She placed the jug back into the ‘fridge and stuffed a piece of bread into the toaster. “Running time.” She told her pup who laid out beside his green food bowl, content. Jacqueline moved back to her room to change and brush her teeth.

Minutes later, She slammed her bedroom door behind her, knee length cream-colored nightgown tossed into her hamper. Her plan was to simply have her usual run, and then stop by the bar just in case she was needed.

Covering her lower half, Jacqueline had on simple green and white Nikes, with black Capri under-armor, and long sleeves green under-armor top; her hair tossed into a messy bun.

Jacqueline moved back to the kitchen, and quickly chugged down her half glass of OJ before she set the glass in the sink and reached for her water-bottle in the ‘fridge and her cold piece of toast. “’Kay. You keep Heineken company, I’ll be back.” She told Daegon, who was wagging happily.

Keys and bottle in her hands, Jacqueline took a large bite of her toast before she stepped out the front door; door locked behind her.

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Knatilee had arrived at 'Schiano's on 59th street right beside Central Park at around 7:45........it was now nearly an hour later at 8:36, and the unloading of the truck was finally completed.

"Jesus!" an exhausted Knatilee sighed, as she pressed her back against the bar, closed her eyes, and threw her head back.........causing her long thick pony tail to flare out on the marble counter top.
"Tip?" she heard come from the door, but thought nothing of it, until she got a tap on her shoulder.

"Boss........"

"Yes?" she responded, eyes remaining closed.

"The driver, he wants his uh, tip."

"What!??"

"His tip, he said-" Knatilee cut Martin off, as her head flung up from the counter top, and she pushed herself away from the bar.

"For what? Coming off schedule!? Making me miss my breakfast!?? Hah, tell him i'm the one that deserves a tip!" she snapped, her soft Italian accent suddenly becoming strong as her annoyance grew.


Martin cracked a smile before making his way back over to the door, and relaying her message to the driver, who didn't seem too thrilled, and muttered "putso**" under his breath........a word that instantly caused Knatilee to bolt towards the man.

"Hey! Pito! Vete a la chingada! Ahora vete a la verga!!!**" she yelled towards the man, who appeared shock that she not only understood what he had said, but was able to respond back to him in his dialect, before slamming and locking the door. Martin simply smirked and began to stroll around the counter.

"Do i even want to know what that was about?"

"I told him to go fuck himself........polity of course.."

"Is that not a little harsh Knatilee?"

"He started it by calling me a bitch.........dumb prick.."

Her sous chef just shook his head, and head into the kitchen. She however made her way behind the bar, turned on ESPN, and began to set things up for the morning and lunch crowds.






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It was now 10:15, the entire first shift had arrived, and the doors were open.

Even though Schianos was perfectly located right were plenty passed, it was rare for the place to ever get TOO crowded before 4pm, and today was no different
For the first hour there was a large crowd of people, who rushed in, ordered to go, and left.......the only group who stayed were three regular drunks, an elderly group of men named; Peter, Jack, and Bob, who sat at the bar drinking alcohol, while most others choice of drink at the current time, was coffee.

But as noon rolled around, the few tables on the other side of the bar, away from the door, began to fill, the waitresses finally came from around the counter to take orders the old fashion way, and Knatilee began to serve drinkers wanting a little more than just coffee and pastries.







"Sweety dear, sugar tits........can i get-" Knatilee cut the old man off, her accent remaining soft, seeing as how no one could really take what Peter the drunk said, seriously.
"How many times do i have to tell you, if my tits were made of sugar i'd be a little more sweet....."

A pair of women, and their male friend at one end of the bar, plus the group of drunks at the other end, all erupted into laughter......as Knatilee refiled Peters glass, and then turned ESPN off - replacing it with a local music video station, which was currently playing the video for The Black Key's "Keep Me Waiting"
It wasn't long before her and another girl behind the bar let their hair out, and began to immaturely imitate the man in the video.




"Don't quit your day job." one of the cooks yelled from the kitchen windows, as the song came to an end and the channel went to commercial.

"Envy is a deadly sin hun, you don't wanna go to hell do you?" Knatilee shot back, just as her phone rang.
The smile on her face faded slowly as she read the name on her caller ID........Mateo Giovanni, or the current "Don of Don's", as he's currently known by NYPD & FBI.

"Schiano....."

"Mr. G....."

"Where are you?"

"Why do you ask??"

The words rolled off her tongue in almost a flirtatious manner........but it was meant as anything but, and Mateo failed to take it as such.

"Can you make it here in an hour?"

Knatilee sighed.......knowing "here" was likely somewhere in Little Italy........clear across the city, and out of her way.
"I'd prefer if we could simply converse over the phone, that is why they make these handy things called cell phones dear." she responded, while onehandedly refilling a customers glass.

"No. But i will give you until seven o'clock tonight to make it here, or not. If you're even a second late, you lose the job baby.......and the surprise i have for you, that's fresh from the USMC."

Without a single additional word said between the two, the line went dead, and she shoved her phone back into her tight pocket.....before making her way past the cash register and to the quiet end of the bar, where she crossed her arms under her chest and stared out the front window.


Of course she knew Mateo wanted.....it was nothing new to her. But for some reason, today, the young woman felt like ignoring his request.........and finding her own target.
"Mr. Frantin would be a lovely candidate.........neighbor from hell, with a stick up his ass.........i wonder what his prissy daughter would think to find him cold on kitchen floor.......with a bullet to the brain?" Knatilee wondered to herself, lost in thought as she bit down on her bottom lip.......which was unusually free of gloss, due to her being in such a rush this morning. "I think i'm getting a bit demented in my old age...........having a daughter find her father, how cruel........perhaps ill wait until his bitch of a wife comes home too, so she'll have someone to cry with!" she continued thinking, as a small smirk made it's way onto her face.


Of course these were all day dreams..........for she hadn't once killed a person who she wasn't hired to. Well that is except for the one time.........











**OOC: "putso" means; bitch, "pito" means; dick, "vete a la chingada" means; go fuck yourself, and "ahora vete a la verga!" means; now get the fuck outta here. My spanish isn't anything to write home about, so i got most of that from the net.....if it's not exactly right, sue me! But that was what i was going for! lols
Check the OOC forum for info about the bar.....

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“Our case,” he replied in answer to Dean’s question. He cast his gaze towards the other box, “That one’s for you. I got big sis; I guess that means you got the little one.”

Mason turned to look at the other detective, who was leaning casually against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. He was tall, about 6”1; Mason estimated at a glance. He was in his mid-twenties with green eyes and brown hair. He looked pretty calm, leaning against that counter. Mason wondered if that totally relaxed expression would still grace his face once he saw the case they had been given. Mason was fairly confident, he was a good detective and he knew it. Usually, cases didn’t faze him. But this time he couldn’t help the slight inkling of worry creeping into his mind.

Mason’s eye’s flicked back over the sheets of paper from his own box that he’d already laid out. On paper, the case looked simple. Befriend the girls, infiltrate their lives and prove them guilty or not, as the case may be. But Mason had been leafing through the evidence, profiles and news reports for almost an hour now and the more he seemed to go through them, the harder the case seemed to become. He was known in the police force for receiving a case, figuring out the solution and closing it. Simple as that. But this looked harder than anything he’d ever done before. If the evidence they had was true then these girls were extremely dangerous, very clever and fiercely loyal. These girls were sharp, they didn’t miss a thing. They were thorough and professional, never slipping up. And they had their public image as glamorous party girls so chiselled that it would take something big to mess with it. The more he looked at the case, the more evident it became that the solution would not be a simple one and the process he would have to go through to reach it would be long. One slip up and it was game over.

Mason took the final bite of his piece of toast and locked the black iPhone he had been given for this job before turning back to the other detective, “I’m Mason Lamberg, by the way. I’m a detective in Indianapolis. How about you?”

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Dean reached out and shook Mason's hand.

"Dean Winchester. Detective with the NYPD."

He replied with a quick nod before returning to his own case file. He began paging through his mark as he headed back to the coffee pot that had finished brewing. He poured a cup and returned to his previous position of leaning up against the counter as he began to read aloud and sip on his coffee.

"Jacqueline Schiano, 21. Ooh a Brunette. Round 5"7, about a buck 10, buck 20. Tattoo on her left hip. Well that's sexy... Master thief wanted for everything from pick pocketing to grand larceny and more than a few museum heists. Hell of a cute klepto."

He read the rest of the case file before tossing it on the counter and breathing out a quick sigh knowing the pair had a lot of work ahead of them.

"So... Whatdya think man? How do you wanna do this?"

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Jacqueline’s skin glistened from perspiration in the afternoon sun; silk brown strands along her nape and ears slicked down by sweat as she slowed from a sprint to a light jog then down to a complete halt, once reaching the back entrance to Schianos. The blue bottle in hand, half-filled with water, was uncapped before indolently settled against her awaiting lips as her free hand moved to grasp the door handle. She took a nice long swallow, eyes falling shut as she hummed with satisfaction. “Yum.” She said before unlocking the large steel door and pulling it open.

She had run from home, dipping, and dodging passer-byers as she continued to keep her usual pace along the busy streets.

Unlike their customers, and if she wasn’t opening or closing the bar, Jacqueline always used the back entrance. For some reason, she enjoyed ‘sneaking’ into the bar from the back; enjoyed making those that weren’t accustomed to her ways suffer with uncertainty about when she would appear for work. She also found great enjoyment in teasing and goofing around with the cooks.

Jacqueline tugged the door behind her shut, and locked gazes instantly with the head cook. “Hiiiii Ray.” She cooed out, lashes fluttering innocently at the much older male as she circled to his station.

“Hi Darlin’.” He replied, a smile on his face at the girl that could be his granddaughter.

Ray was from Louisiana and had the cooking skills as well as the thick accent to prove it. He stood at about 5’6”, thick hair, with piercing blue eyes and a salt and pepper shaded handlebar mustache.

Jacqueline chuckled and pushed irritating hair back with the back of her hand before she moved to stand next to Ray; hovering. “What’s in there?” She asked, eyes focused on the sizzling pan.

“Food.”

“What kindda food?” She questioned, making sure to keep her dirtied form away from the whatever he was creating.

“Good food.” He retorted as he chuckled.

“My favorite!” Jacqueline jumped back just in time as the new bus boys rushed over to the sink with plates behind them. “Careful Jimmy.” She warned, before swatting lightly at the sixteen year olds head.

“Yes ma’am, sorry.”

“Now you be sweet to Jim, it’s his first week.” Ray advised to Jacqueline who was already pushing open the swinging doors and stepping outside, a kiss blown towards Ray in goodbye. “Sassy girl…” He whispered fondly to himself, shaking his head.

Jacqueline stepped inside the bar, and immediately sighed with relief as cool air engulfed her in soothing fingers. ‘Lovely…’ she thought to herself as she stepped further into the bar, warm welcomes thrown her way.
“Hey.” She returned to familiar faces, a smile plastered across her face as she waved or nodded. She maneuvered to stand behind a customer who waited to be served by her sister at the bar, her grin widened.

“Hi, Jackie.” One waitress called out as she casually slipped past Jacqueline and moved to one of her tables.

“Hey girl.” Jacqueline replied while she offered the male customer a chance to move away from the bar before she pressed her body against it. “Hey!” She enthusiastically called out to her sister who was busy with other customers. Slim hands grabbed at a stool nearest to her to steady herself as Jacqueline continued on “Read your note earlier, we can talk later- if you want.” She blew at a brunette strand, before looking back at her working sister. “Do you need help?” Without waiting for an answer, Jacqueline pushed off the bar, tipped the upper half of her body over, and placed her water bottle behind the bar.

She had just recently turned twenty-one a few months ago, and the high of realizing she could legally drink had not quite worn off yet; she could also serve.

She grinned at her older sister as she settled back on her feet and moved her hands up to redo her messed up bun. “I can help.”

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"Knat..............KNAT!" yelled one of the bar girls, Gretchen, garnering Knatilees attention only after multiple tries.

"Oh sorry, what is it??" she asked softly, as she made her way towards the cash register where the girl stood.

"Welcome back to the land of the living girl. So did you advertise in your neighborhood any??"

"Advertise??"

"Oh come on, how is this thing suppose to go off tonight if you didn't advertise!!?"

After a few seconds, what the woman was talking about jolted into Knatilees groggy mind...........the coyote-ugly themed contest.

"Advertisement......you know, all i'd really have to do is send a few of you out there in wet t-shirts and boy shorts............the hard nipples would attract enough pervs to keep us in business until the doors closed!"
And with that statement, Knatilee began to laugh..........only to receive a smack on the back from Gretchen.

"Very funny......."

"I know i am, thank you."

"So i'm taking that as a no??"

"You act as like we don't have enough business at night to find a group of drunken girls to get on the bar and shake their asses for free drinks.........."

"Well we'd have more if you advertised some..........i at least posted an ad in my moms apartment building this weekend, what did you do missy!?"

"Wait, doesn't your mom live in an old folks home?? What the fuck, are you trying to invite a bunch of old men to have heart attacks here!?"

"Oh shut up...."

Knatilee made her way around the counter, laughing.
"Nice, very nice. she said in-between chuckles.

"Now unlike you, we've placed these fliers here-." she began, while patting her hand atop a stack of papers on the counter. "-on a bulletin board in OUR main lobby......which resides in a building among people who aren't all at risk of dropping dead from the slightest of excitements."

The woman behind the bar attempted to throw a bunched up napkin at her, but Knatilee swiftly grabbed her bag from behind the counter, and held it in front of her face - easily missing the wad of tissue. The two then began to poke and prod at one another like teenagers.......until the girl ran around the counter and behind the stools, to get away. But Knatilee quickly leaped up onto the counter and then jumped down in-between a pair of stools, earning herself a round of applause from bar-goers, and an eruption of laughter from Gretchen, as she bent over in exhaustion at Knatilees approach.
"Okay woman, gees, you win...............and lookie there, you got some practice in for tonight!" she joked, which caused Knatilee herself to laugh a bit, before returning behind the register.




For the next half hour service was steady, and nothing too uneventful happened, outside Peter, Jack, and Bob's usual remarks.
So when she got wind of the back door opening, and soon after heard her sisters voice coming from the kitchen, a smile formed on her face.

Not long after he backdoor entrance, Jacqueline could be seen slipping around the bar and behind a waiting customer.......Knatilee of course acting as if she didn't see or hear a thing, until her sister pressed herself up against the bar.

"Hey! Read your note earlier, we can talk later - if you want." said Jacqueline, before leaning over the counter and placing her water bottle behind it.

"I can help." she added.

"Well first things first-" started Knatilee, as she made her away back around the counter, and approached her sister - quickly throwing her left arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

"-did you place those fliers up in the main lobby? Me love you long time, if you did." she finished, with a smack on the bottom to her younger sister......before hoping up on a stool only a foot or so away, and crossing her legs.

Before her sister could respond though, a Lady GaGa video popped on the television, causing the womans head to fall back onto the counter.

"Ahhhhhh, get it off!!!" she complained, quickly stretching back far enough until she reached the remote beside the register and pressed "Mute", before sitting back up to face her sister.


"You're all sweaty, you know that........" she said casually with a soft kick to her sisters hip, while sticking her tongue out.

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Mason inhaled deeply. If he was being honest, he didn't have a clue how they were going to do this. There was the obvious way, get them drunk, seduce them and get them talking. But, somehow, he had a feeling these girls weren't going to be so easy. He was sure they had had hundreds of men trying to do that in the past, they'd spot it a mile off. No, they were smarter than that. They needed something special.

Mason stood up and walked over to the freshly brewed pot of coffee Dean had made up. He poured himself a mug before talking. 

"The case says befriend them and infiltrate their lives by any means necessary. I suggest we start by introducing ourselves. It'll have to be casual to start off with. Any drama or something that seems slightly off and they'll spot it in seconds," Dean replied, hoping the slight waver in his confidence wasn't detectable in his even voice. Although, if there was anyone who was going to pick it up, it would be Dean Winchester. But Mason was a practiced liar and deceiver, if anyone was going to stop  someone seeing something he didn't want them to, it was Mason. 

Mason took a sip of his coffee.  The warm, heavily caffeinated brew had an instant effect on him, calming him. He remembered clearly the last time he'd used coffee to calm himself. He'd ordered one in the restaurant right before he'd asked Bethany to be his wife. Come to think of it, that had been the last time Mason had been really, truly nervous in the last two years. Perhaps it was her who had kept him calm since then. Perhaps he needed her...

'Fucking hell, Mason!' he thought angrily to himself, 'Get yourself together! You've got a great case and a great opportunity to prove yourself to the police force. This could be your big break, don't fuck it up!'
When he had joined the police force that'd had been the one piece of advice he had been given by his first boss; personal life stays at home. And that was what was going to happen. This was possibly the most important case he had ever had, and nothing was going to distract him. 

"I've rung round a few people. They've got some big promotion going on tonight in the bar the own, Shianos. If we go along we might just get to talk to them," Mason suggested.

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Dean's eyes carefully studied his new partner. One of the annoying habits he'd picked up and never been able to shake. Looking for every little detail in the people he came in contact with was great when he was working, annoying when he wasn't. It did have its advantages. Lying to Dean was no doubt as hard as lying to Mason from what Dean could tell. Con men could always spot another con man. Mason was good. Probably as good as Dean was. Maybe better but Dean caught the slight hesitation in his words. The almost in-detectable presence of mind to appear unconcerned with their task. Then there was the moment of inner turmoil. Like he was giving himself a mini pep talk. It was quick and if Dean hadn't been paying attention he would have missed it all together. The guy had some baggage. Hell who didn't Dean wasn't gunna push the guy. Wasn't any of his business but he couldn't help but be a tad curious. Dean took a sip of his coffee before replying.

"Sounds like fun. Never been to Shianos before. Heard the counter staff is the stuff of legends. Probably our girls...."

Dean stood up and put his nearly empty cup in the sink.

"You're right though man. Something tells me buying these ladies a couple Jager bombs and inviting them back to the apartment will just get us both killed. In the interest of self preservation lets play it safe. I wanna stake the place out before we head up there tonight. I wanna know what we're gunna be walking into before we actually do. Let's do a quick drive by and take a look around. C'mon I'll drive."

Dean said as he went to grab his keys.

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"Ahhhhhh, get it off!!!" Knatilee complained, quickly stretching back far enough until she reached the remote beside the register and pressed "Mute", before sitting back up to face her sister.

She only giggled at her sister’s reaction, shaking her head slightly before she reached for the remote and simply changed to something else. “See? Easy...And fliers?”

"You're all sweaty, you know that..." Knatilee said casually with a soft kick to Jacqueline hip, while sticking her tongue out.

Jacqueline knew exactly which fliers her older sibling spoke of, but it was much more fun to watch Knatilee tense up for just a moment before calming back down. “Which fliers?” She asked with a frown, head shaking in confusion. “I don’t…” She mumbled, chewing lightly on her lower lip. “Maybe… I don- ooooh those fliers.” Jacqueline nodded then, grinning mischievously at her sister before patting Knatilee’s cheek in a motherly fashion. “Yup. I placed them right where everyone could see, no worries.”

At the kick, Jacqueline half-heartedly glared at her older sister before merely swatting at the air between them as though the previously stated comment still lingered; her brown eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Oh. Well yeah, I went running earlier and stopped here before going home because I thought you might need me.” Jacqueline shrugged, then reached down and lightly poked her sisters’ left knee, as brown eyes glanced idly around the bar.“Am I stinky?” She asked with a secret smile, eyes blinking with innocence. “Knat’…” Jacqueline paused a moment before launching forward at Knatilee, arms locking securely around the girl’s neck; preventing her from escaping. “Am I all gross and icky??” She giggled as she buried her face in the crook of her sister’s neck, a grin pulled at her lips as she rubbed off whatever sweat, dirt, and grime she could on Knatilee.

Not wanting to get slaughtered in front of the staff and customers, still honestly enjoying life, Jacqueline quickly stepped away from her sister and rushed for the front entrance, throwing comments behind her as she swiftly threw open the door and darted outside as though she was being chased “I’ll see you later tonight!” She called out, still running down the street.

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She was pushing her key into the lock, a smile still plastered on her face, when she remembered, “Damnit, forgot my water bottle.” With a huff, Jacqueline stepped into her tidied condominium and locked the door behind her before moving towards her own bathroom for a shower. “Puppies.” She called out, freeing her hair from its trapped bun state, and allowing it to flow freely past her shoulders. She ran a slender hand through her layers as both huskie and boxer rushed to her, a smile pulling at her lips. “Hi there puppies…” she cooed to them both and bent down to press kisses to their skulls.

Jacqueline dropped her keys in the little ceramic orange colored bowl by the fish –Clementine’s bowl and stepped into her room, immediately frowning at her disheveled bed. “Got to clean… myself then my room.” With a nod, Jacqueline moved to her large closet to pick out clothes for the day and night. Her phone she had forgotten vibrated on her dresser, which caused Jacqueline to glance back from picking out a pair of jeans.

Daegon, eager to see his mommy, followed at Jacqueline’s heels as she moved to her dresser to read what messages she had received as she peeled her shoes and socks off. "Oh shit, Lee."

'Hey, still up for studying tonight?'

She chuckled, quickly sending back a reply of: 'Can't.We're having this thing at the bar later tonight that I need to help with. You're more than welcome to stop by... Infact, I encourage you to!' before she stripped out of her dirty clothes; dropping them in the hamper. “So cute…” she muttered to herself before heading, naked, into her bathroom for a nice long shower; ignoring the replied comment from her phone.

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As her sister pretended to know nothing of the fliers, Knatilee quickly placed her hair back in it's high ponytail via the hairband around her wrist.
She knew her sister was just joshing, but she still stared at the girl as if saying "Oh come on!"


Shortly after their jest, Jacqueline mumbled her sisters names as the look on her face grew playfully diabolical.

Having highly attuned reflexes, Knatilee could of easily slipped out of her Sisters way when she threw her arms around her, but she didn't. Instead she just laughed, and began to act is if Jacqueline was killing her.

"Stooooooooopppppppp!!!!" she let out, in-between laughs.

"Am I all gross and icky??" Jacqueline asked, in-between her own giggles.

"Oh no, you're like a walking bar of soap!" Knatilee responded, sarcastically, just as her sister finally let go and then jotted towards the front door.

"I’ll see you later tonight!" the woman yelled back, before running out of the establishment in a hurry.....



"Um, do i even want to know what that was about??" asked Gretchen, who came around the corner from the other side of the bar.

"Oh she thought she was making me all stinky and dirty, but little did she know-" Knatilee said as she slowly slid off the bar-stool she was siting on, and then turned around to face the bar, both hands on her waist. "-i didn't take a shower today, so i could care less!!"

The second the words left her lips, her hands moved from her waist to atop her mouth..........as her regulars began to laugh, and other customers simply stared.

"Good job there!" Gretchen mouthed

"I.....think i'm going to go do some, office work........yeah!"







For the next few hours Knatilee ventured out of her bar-front office, located a few feet to the left of the front cash register, only twice......until the clock in the corner of her computer screen read; '17:30'

"I suppose i should go get dressed......and then-" her whispering trailed off as she stared out her open door and remembered Mateo's phone call.
Minutes later, the exhausted woman locked her office door, slipped into her hoodie, grabbed her bag, and then head towards the door.

"You're leaving again?" Martin called through one of the kitchen windows.

"Yup. Call me if you need anything, but i should be back by eight, before things get too hectic........tell the DJ to set up on the Karaoke stage this time!"
And with that statement Knatilee left the bar, and decided to walk home.





Thirty minutes or so later, she looked as if she hadn't walked a second, yet alone a mile, as she made her way from the elevator into her hallway..
She knocked on the door first, but after considering her sister might be busy or gone after a few hours, she dug into her bag and pulled out her key.

Instantly she had the puppies at her feet, which caused her to smile.....as she turn to lock the door back.

"Hey you two......you'd think you were starved for attention wouldn't ya?" she joked to herself, before bending down and petting both Heineken and XXX, and filling up their bowls of water - which they gladly began to lap up.


Her sisters door was half open, and a light was coming from within the room...........so between that, and the sounds of a TV, she figured Jacqueline might be there, and yelled out;"I'm going to pop in the shower real quick.....wash off the grime from that hug you gave me. Then we can talk".....before slipping into her room and shutting the door.





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By 6:15pm Knatilee was dressed in only a beige-lace bra & pantie set as she stood in front of her closet and attempted to pick between a red halter-topped mini dress and a runched coffee brown draped-front mini dress, with black lace trimming.....which would showcase a large part of her tattoo with it's open back.

After five minutes of not being able to choose, the annoyed woman picked both and headed towards her sisters room.

"Okay....." she said, while pushing her sisters door open.......her words serving as her 'knock'. ".......which one screams "host of a bunch of drunk girls dancing on a bar with barely on clothes on, contest" more? The red one or the brown one???"
Knatilee held each dress in front of her body twice, but then before her sister even had a chance to answer, she threw the red dress on a nearby chair and began to slip into the fitted brown dress.

"Nevermind......this will do. So, wanna tell me about your "time out" last night before i have to leave?" she asked with a smile.

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The stake out went by uneventful. The bar seemed to be preparing for some sort of event tonight. Mason and Dean manage to get quick glimpses of their marks. Jacqueline had apparently gone out for a jog before ending up at the bar. The detectives did manage to follow the women to find out where their apartment was. By the time their surveillance was finished it was almost time to hit the bar and meet their marks. Dean parked the Impala outside and pulled the key from the ignition.

"Well... lets do this."

He said to Mason with a smile before getting out of the car. The pair entered Shianos and were greeted by blisteringly loud music, an abundace of alchohol and women wearing next to nothing dancing on the bar. Dean couldn't help but smile.

"A coyote ugly theme?... Dude this awesome."

He said with a chuckle before he headed to the bar and ordered a drink. Though Winchester was casually leaning on the bar seemingly admiring the view of the blonde shaking her ass a few feet from him he was all the while carefully scanning the room for any sign of the sisters.

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The car pulled up outside a busy looking bar with music pouring from the doors and a general buzz of people and fun. Mason got out of the car and walked in. He scanned the room instantly but saw nothing obviously out of place to signal danger. He proceeded to walk toward the bar to get served. 

"Looks like my kinda place," Mason grinned in response to what Dean had said. 

He had to admit it, this would certainly be a pretty awesome place to hang out if he wasn't working. No wonder they didn't have a problem grabbing customers, the business was thriving. They had everything you could possibly need for a perfect big city bar. The music pumping out would've drawn people in from the streets in their masses and the decor of the bar screamed fun, girls and alcohol. No wonder they decided to use it as a front for thieving and assassination. This place must pull in loads every year, especially in cash. The huge amounts of money coming in from their less kosher errands would look perfectly normal. The type that frequented the bar seemed pretty harmless, just people out looking for a good time. It almost felt a shame to be trying to lock the owners of this place up. Almost.

Mason followed Dean toward the bar and ordered himself a drink too. It wasn't like he was planning to drink it, he tried not to drink on a job if he could avoid it. Usually it took a fair bit to dull his perfect, instinctive senses, but he had a feeling he might need all his wits about him for this job.

He noticed Dean watching a scantily clad blonde, who's ass was just inches away from being pressed against their faces. But, looking again he realised that although it looked like he was drinking in the sight of the girls with pleasure, he was actually carefully and thoroughly scanning the room.

He turned to Dean and, dropping his voice so no one else near them could possibly hear but him, "Spot anything yet?"

As far as he could tell, their girls weren't here yet. But it was their big promotional night, they wouldn't be far away. They'd definitely drop in before the party really got started. And by the looks of things, they didn't have long to wait...

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"I'm going to pop in the shower real quick...wash off the grime from that hug you gave me. Then we can talk." Knatilee said before moving to her room.
Jacqueline chuckled softly at the statement before she tilted her head, blow dryer blocking out whatever sounds around her. She had not so long ago hopped out of the shower, towel draped around her body when she heard her sister step into the house.

Hair still slightly damp, she dropped her neon green towel onto her unmade bed, and moved back to her closet where she picked out a simple black mini-dress with lace design trailing along the back and slightly on the front. She laid out the dress on her bed, brush smoothing out her hair when her sister barged into her room, two lovely dresses held up for all to see. “Naked here.” She protested.
But Knatilee simple went on speaking. "Okay..." she said, “Which one screams ‘host of a bunch of drunken girls dancing on a bar with barely any clothes on contest’ more? The red one or the brown one??"
Knatilee held each dress in front of her body twice, but then before Jacqueline even had a chance to answer, she threw the red dress on a nearby chair and began to slip into the fitted brown one. “That works,” Jacqueline said with a slight shake of her head as she moved back to her dresser to smooth on some lotion on her body.

"So, wanna tell me about your "time out" last night before I have to leave?" Knatilee asked with a smile.

“Where are you going, other than the bar?” Jacqueline looked down at the door, smiling at their dogs trotted in and made themselves comfortable. She grinned at her sister through her mirror, before retrieving a black panties and bra set and slipping them on.
“I was minding my own business when I over heard a couple of stuck-ups talking about this ‘lovely’ high quality painting a few weeks ago...” Jacqueline began as she stepped back over to her dresser and pulled out some aldo seppa pumps “And And, as you know, I like lovely things. So I went to check it out right...”
She paused there, and moved back to her bed to slip her dress on. “And..” she huffed, blowing at stray hairs. “I loved it. It was so lovely, Sis’.” Jacqueline looked over to her sister then, eyes gleaming with mischief as she moved back to her dresser, slipping her necklace and earrings on before starting on her hair. “I decided I wanted it.”
With a shrug, Jacqueline clipped her hair into a simple messy bun, stray waves brushing along her neck, her bangs swooped to the side “So I took with.” With a satisfied grin, Jacqueline moved back to her dresser and shut the double doors before looking over to her older sister; arms stretched out.

“Well?”

Without waiting for a reply, she moved for her small black purse that was stationed neatly in the chair

“Am I meeting you there or...?” She asked as she sprayed on some light and airy perfume; nothing too strong.

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Dean shook his head before replying.

"Nothing yet man. I got a look at everyone in this place the last few minutes. The drunk in the corner grabbed the blonde waitresses ass four times already. The bouncer has been watching him since we walked in. There's a husband stepping out on his wife at the end of the bar. The girl he's with doesn't know that he's married. Then there's the red head dancing on the pool table. She gets smacked around by her boyfriend no doubt on a regular basis. See how she's favoring her left leg? Haven't quite worked out how she got the injury yet. Probably her boy-toy back home but not sure."

Dean said in a hushed tone. His ability to read people has always been a valued talent of his. Seemingly being able to know more about people than they'd like you to know. Dean was always a believer in the concept that you can learn far more about someone by simply paying attention instead of asking them a damn thing. Dean spun around on the bar stool and faced away from the bar but leaned his back on the bar.

"Haven't spotted our girls yet but they'll be here... You know what I've been thinking? If we screw up you know we're both dead right?"

Dean chuckled and shook his head before finishing his beer and ordering another.

"The theif's one thing but the hitter?... She's not gunna come along quietly if you know what I mean."

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Knatilee smiled as she leaned against the door frame and listened to her sister recount her escapades.

“....and I like lovely things. So I went to check it out right...” said the radiant young woman, as she slipped into her little black dress.
“I loved it. It was so lovely, Sis’.”
Jacqueline then looked over towards Knatilee, her eyes gleaming as she began slipping her necklace and earrings on. “I decided I wanted it.”

She went on a short while longer, as she pinned up her hair, before finally turning around to inquire about how she looked, with a simple "Well?"
However Knatilee didn't have a chance to respond, and instead stepped into the room further as the dogs wandered in.

“So am I meeting you there or...?” her sister asked, as she began to spray on perfume.

"Well-" Knatilee began to take out the big curlers in her hair as she spoke, revealing a set of large vintage curls, so dense that it actually shortened her hair length to only five or so inches below her shoulders, leaving a third of her exposed tattooed-back viewable.
"-why not show up together, i say. But i have a little stop i need to make first...........Mateo, he's waiting."

Knatilee bent over towards the chair beside her and grabbed the red dress from it's back.

"Let me slip into my shoes and then we can hit the road lovely....."





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It only took a few minutes for Knatilee to slip into her pair of black smooth-velvet pumps, with a rounded closed-toe front, and thin silver six inch metal heels.....which made the woman an outstandingly noticeable 6'5".
She then grabbed a black double-breasted trench coat, that reached five inches or so past her knees, and slipped into it - not bothering with the buttons.

"Heineken, come here boy!" she called out from her room, and within seconds her puppy came running, and she was able to place him inside his kennel.
"No creating a mess while mommy's gone.......you get some rest!" she said sweetly with a smile, before grabbing her camouflage bag, and closing her door.


She'd then walk to the front door and call for her sister, waiting patiently until she met her there. The two would then make their way down the elevator, into the buildings garage, and inside their goldenish-lime green Porsche Cayman R - which within minutes would speed out of the parking lot, and onto the streets of Manhattan.




It took only half an hour for Knatilee to make it outside of the Giovannis dinner off Mulbery street.
"Stay here gorgeous.......it shouldn't be long" she said to Jacqueline, before turning the car off, shoving the keys inside of her bra, and opening the door.



The dinner, known as "Pachellos", was crowded with it's usual dinner service........but as Knatilee made her way towards the back, the crowd began to thin out, until she reached a large round table against the furthest wall from the front door, yet directly beside the back alley door - filled with a group of five men, and eight women, with Mateo in the middle, and a pair of intimidatingly large guards standing in front of the table.
However Knatilee, being no stranger to the two men, wasn't moved even a little from their presence, and easy dunked around them, then approached the table.........causing all conversation to suddenly come to a stop.

"Well, here she is, lovely as always..........at lets see.......6:59pm. What do they call that? Cutting it close?" said Mateo, causing the women in the table to smile and chuckle softly.
"You said seven dear, did you not? I met your time table.........now care to dump the cling toys for a minute and converse with a woman who wont so blindly laugh at your little quips?"
Knatilees statement earned her sharp stares from the women, but quite the smile from Mateo..........neither matter to her however, as she soon followed Mateo to his front office..........where he closed the door, and quickly took a seat behind his desk.

"Dressed up just for me doll?"

"You wish" Knatilee responded, as she leaned against his closed sound-proof door.

"You're a bit later than i had hoped, so i'm going to make this quick."

"Great, i'm in a rush myself......"

Mateo smirked, before pulling out a sleek black case, that was about 45 inches long, and 6 inches deep.
As soon as it was opened, Knatilee gasped like a gleeful kid in a candy store, and quickly jogged over to Mateos desk. There inside the case laid a beautiful silver CheyTac sniper rifle. A rarity.....seeing as how a) most belong to those in the military, and b). it usually only came in solid black.

"Ooooo, how pretty!!! Can i touch it? I think i'm gonna touch it!!"

"Uh uh uh, first things first........an associate of mine, he's been in town for a couple of days........and he needs taken care of, it'll pay 32."

Knatilee was still starry eyed over the rifle in front of her as Mateo finished speaking, and went to pick up the glistening piece of machinery........but before she could, the case was slammed shut.

"Hey! i heard you!! Associate, takin care of, pays 32..........now mind telling me the guy did to ya that has your panties all in a knot"
Mateo quickly stood up and leaned forward, the space between his face and Knatilees now being only a foot or so.

"Panties?"

"You probably wear briefs, it's the same thing........."

"I could always show you."

"How about you just answer my question?"

Mateo sighed slightly, before falling back into his chair. He has tried more times than he cares to count to get inside of Knatilees pants.......and not a one time has been sucessful......yet for some longing reason, he continued to try.
"Name's Gary.....he's always been a god damn thorn in my side........the prick borrows my money, fondles my women, and then takes his marry time paying me back but someone manages to be wasted every time i see him......"
He continued on for the next several minutes, basically explaining how the man had jumped from borrowing, to stealing, and fondling to alleged rape.........Mateo then detailed the encounter he had set up for his associate, Gary, and her.

"So you want me to wine and dine a rapist? Can't i just shoot the son of a bitch from a-"

"-no, i am aware of how you much you loathe being up close on a job, but he'll be on a yacht, on the shore......so unless you can find a building suitable enough to lay that body of yours on where there are none, you'll need to be invited on that boat......so, what color hair should i tell him to expect?"

"Gees.......blonde, and short. But tell him to move the boat from the dock, to the hidden shore around rocks...."


Knatilee swiftly locked the case and picked it up off the desk.


"Need cover?"

"Well yeah, that would be nice........seeing as how peculiar this will look."

"Hah. Before you go, take this..........it's the address."
Within seconds of finishing his statement and handing the woman a small piece of paper - which she swiftly jammed into the loop of one of case locks - Mateo opened the door to his office and then slammed his first down on a level, which in an instant shut off all the lights inside the diner, with the exception of a row of floor lights that led to the door.

"Thanks love" she whispered, before quickly walking out the door, and towards her car........while others in the restaurant began conversing manically with their dinner-mates about the sudden power outage.



Under the cover of dark night sky, JUST as the case was placed inside the trunk of the Porsche, the lights could be seen coming back on inside of "Pachellos".



"Oh you should see what a beaut i got girlie!" Knatilee beamed, as she slid back into the drivers seat, and quickly started the car. "32 G's are soon to be, and a brand new baby!!! A Chey T. baby!"



Her and Jacqueline would likely converse a bit as she flew back across town...........arriving at "Schiano's" at 7:55pm.


"And so the party begins......" said Knatilee, as she closed her car door, slipped out of her coat, slung it over the arm that carried her bag, and then made her way over towards the bars front door - opening it.

She'd wait for her sister to exit the car before wirelessly locking it up.......with a security system loud enough to wake the deaf....and only after her sister had walked in, would she.....

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Dean had been keeping a close watch on the front door out of the corner of his eye. Careful not to appear as though he was watching he looked like any other patron having a beer with a friend. When the doors opened up and the two beautiful women walked in he couldn't help but blatantly stare. Hell everyone else was. Knatilee Schiano and her sister Jacqueline walked in and time seemed to slow. Like something out of a cheesy romance flick Dean's world suddenly fell away as he stared at the two women. The assassin and the thief. Sultry, stunning and dangerous. Like two roses with razor sharp thorns. The detective couldn't help but be captivated. Despite their beauty he had a job to do and Dean managed to force himself to focus once again. The music was blasting and the bar was alive with movement but his eyes were glued to the sisters as they entered and made their way through the crowd.

"Game time bro."

Dean said smacking Mason's shoulder casually, never taking his eyes off the girls.

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She was proud of her sister. It was evident in the way her leg shook in the car and the way she slanted side glances to Knatilee. Her sister was the only woman she knew that would stand up to such a scary man; and she did it with no fear. Jacqueline beamed with pride at the simple thought.

-*-

Not too long after, they arrived, a line at the entrance. “Oooo.” She cooed before stepping out of the car and moving for the door. ‘Let’s do this.’ She thought, hips swaying slightly.

She was the first to enter- her sister behind her. The music hit Jacqueline’s ears before the cool air touched her skin, the loud bass pumping against the bar walls. She stepped into the bar, a smile instantly set on her glossy lips as her eyes danced from face to face, some familiar others not, as she tucked a curl neatly behind her ear.

To get to the dance floor, Jacqueline had to pass the bar and hand her bag over to the girls before truly being able to focus her attention on what was happening. Her voice barely heard over the music, she shouted to one of the tenders before offering her purse, her grin widened. “Thank you!” She replied with a nod and a giggle.

“Jacs’!”

At the sound of her nickname, Jacqueline turned to face a very familiar looking male. “Lee! You came!” She wrapped her arms around his mid-section, resting her cheek lightly against his shoulder as he ushered her away from the packed bar and towards the dance floor. “Of course I did.” Lee leaned down and lightly pecked Jacqueline’s cheek. “You look beautiful.”

“Aw, thank you Lee!”

Lee was Jacqueline’s study friend; he patiently helped her when she needed it, smiled, and tried to soothe her anger when she grew frustrated, and Jacqueline was immensely grateful for it.
Pale curls trailed down, lightly grazing his shoulders as piercing blue eyes followed Jacqueline’s every step and sway. He stood at a perfect 6’1” with large strong hands and a slight slur to his words when frustrated. Even in school, he seemed to watch her; as if trying to learn all there was to know about her.

‘Ha’ she thought. Jacqueline paused and steadied herself as a girl whispered loudly in her ear, clearly drunk. “That sounds great.” She patted the drunken girl’s cheek before chuckling with Lee as she stumbled off.

“She’s great.”

“I believe you.” Lee chuckled as he stepped from side to side; not much of a dancer. After a moment, Lee stepped closer, a smile on his face. “You look beautiful tonight, Jacs’. I know I always say that but…” He paused, reaching up to brush a brunette strand off to the side. “I’m proud of you.”

Jacqueline blinked up at the man, before lightly waving the compliment way. “Oh shush. I’m proud of you tool.”

“No, Jacs’ I-“ He was cut off as another girl named Lucy, dressed in a yellow mini-dress stumbled into Jacqueline.

“Jackie ohmygoodness, I’m having an awesome time. Dance with me!” Before Jacqueline could protest, she was pulled away from a still smiling Lee who waved and moved for the bar.

“Okay, okay Lucy. Let’s dance- have you seen my sister? I kind of… Ditched her at the door.”

“Nopes! Ohmygoosness, I should get on the bar!” The girl squealed, pointing in that direction.

“Uh- no. You’re a little too drunk for that, let’s dance.” Jacqueline giggled at her friend, and looked around the packed bar in search of her sister.

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Dean's eyes studied the man Jacqueline had danced with. The two obviously knew each other. About 6 even 6"1, about 153 lbs, no sign of any tattoos or scars yet. A student by the look of him, not necessarily bookish but wasn't some hard ass by any means. Probably never been in a real fight his whole life. Dean smirked and got up before turning to Mason.

"Hang here a minute."

With that Dean dissapeared into the crowd and made his way to the dance floor where Jacqueline had left the guy. Dean picked up a half empty beer bottle and began to stumble, running right into the guy. The man spun around in surprise and helped steady the seemingly inebriated Dean. Dean put his hands up in a sign of apology.

"Sorry bro I... Sammy??"

Dean asked as if he was in shock. The guy looked more than a little confused.

"Uh wha-"

"Sammy!"

Dean said before grabbing the guy and throwing his arms around him in an overly enthusiastic hug.

"What's up man?! How've ya been??"

He said with a laugh before letting him go. The guy smiled with a half chuckle in return but shook his head.

"Sorry man my names Lee. You've got me confused with someone else."

Dean paused for a moment and looked at his face really hard before allowing an expression of realization to erupt onto his face.

"Oh shit man I'm sorry."

Dean paused to laugh and clasp the guys shoulder.

"Dude you look just like a friend of mine. Damn that's awkward."

"It's fine man."

"Nah I-I feel like a dick."

Dean pushed but Lee just shook his head dismissing it politely.

"Really its ok."

Dean shot a quick look back to the bar like he came up with an idea.

"Hey tell ya what, let me buy you a beer."

Dean offered with a polite smile. Lee seemed to consider it but Dean's everyman attitude seemed to have won him over.

"Sure man, what the hell."

Dean broke out in a wide smile.

"Awesome, c'mon!"

He said patting Lee on his back. Now he had his bait. He just had to wait for Jacqueline to go looking for her friend and if not, he could at the very least get some information from the guy about the infamous thief.

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Mason was stunned; something that rarely happened. He was lost for words. The sister looked good in their picture but in the flesh, they were something else.

The younger sister, Jacqueline entered first with her brunette hair swept back and a short, skin-tight black dress wrapped round her gorgeous curves. Instantly, Mason felt jealous. He knew it was just a job but how come it was Dean that got the hottest girl? Because, there was no chance the older one could match up to this, he wasn’t sure anyone could. However, just as he was thinking that, Knatilee stepped in behind her little sister, plunging Mason into a shocked silence. Her hair curled round her face and she wore a brown dress showcasing her assets that could be comparably to no others than her sister’s. He stood for a couple of seconds, drinking in the sight of them both as they strode across the room in separate directions. He knew he was working, but hey, there were perks to every job.

He turned to Dean, smiling in response to what he had said.

“You bet…” he began to reply, but quickly noticed that Dean’s attention was no longer on him. He was watching a young guy, looked like he was in college and clearly a big fan and good friend of Jacqueline. He watched as Dean disappeared into the crowd towards him, grabbing a beer bottle and beginning to stumble. ‘What the hell was he doing?’ Mason wondered.

Then he realised. A smile slipped across his face as he watched him. This guy really was as good as they said he was, perhaps even better… He watched him throw his arms around the guy and begin talking to him before herding him off towards the bar. Looked like Dean had his ‘new friend’ right where he wanted. Mason figured it was his turn to find his own girl.

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She followed her sister in, but the two quickly became separated.....as Jacqueline handed her bag to a bartender behind the bar, and Knatilee instead simply opened her office door and threw her bag in, before locking the deadbolt up tight again.

After making her way from behind the counter and into the crowd, Knatilee began to search for her sister........but her name was soon being yelled from the bar. At first she looked behind the counter, but couldn't spot the face to match the voice..........but as her vision trailed up to the group of women already atop the bar, she spotted the face - of Gretchen......who began waving her over frantically.



"SO MUCH FOR WORKING!??" Knatilee yelled up to the woman, as she squeezed her way in-between two bar stools and stared up at Gretchen.......who had her "Schiano's" tank, and a pair of daisy dukes, on.

"OF COURSE! NOW GET UP HERE!!!"

"NOT YET, HAVE YOU SEEN JAQI??"

"NO, I HAVE-, WAIT......SHE'S RIGHT THERE!" Gretchen hollered down, while pointing out into the crowd.
Knatilee of course didn't have a full view of the floor from her angle, so she quickly grabbed the back of a bar-stool someone was currently sitting on, and began to use it to balance herself up onto the counter.

"EXCUSE ME!" she yelled back to the person, before going from a crouched position on the counter, to a straight stand........
It wasn't long before spotted her sister, with Lee. A guy she often liked to jokingly call Jacquelines second puppy. She went to wave towards her sister, but before she could Gretchen came from behind, wrapped her left arm around Knatilees waist, waved her right one in the air, and began to act as if she was riding a pony..........something that instantly caused Knatilee to laugh, as she then return the jester, by bending down slightly.

"OH CHECK ME OUT, I GOT A PONY YOUS GUYS!!!" Gretchen called out, as she lifted one of her legs up as if to climb onto Knatilees back, but before she could, Knatilee stood straight again - her body still bouncing to the beat of the music however.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IN THESE HEELS? DO YOU WANT TO FALL FROM THIS COUNTER THAT BADLY??"


The two shared another laugh, and continued to dance until the song came to an end............and after a brief self-advertisement from the DJ, a slower song began to play, and Gretchen and Knatilee began to shoo people off of the counter.......ending with Gretchen easily jumping down behind the bar, thanks to her sneakers, and Knatilee having to crouch down first, and then swing her legs over the back side of the counter - her back now towards the patrons sitting on the stools on the other side of the counter.

"Just going to sit up there and look pretty huh, instead of helping a girl out behind the bar???"

Knatilee smiled "But of course!"

In reality though she was simply waiting for the song to wind down, before once again standing on the counter...............this time though, with a microphone in hand, that had just been passed down to her from the DJ around the corner.

"Uh-oh, look who now has the power of the mic! Beware...." Martin joked as he came from the kitchen, Knatilee waved him off.

"Testing 1-2-3......" Knatilee said into the microphone, verifying that the device was working before continuing. with a presence and accented voice that was entrancing in a way.. "......Okay, ladies and gents, welcome to 'Schiano's'......I'm Knatilee, but from all the familiar faces i'm sure most of you know that already. So i'm also sure most of you remember the last contest.......if you weren't too wasted by the end of the night...." a small amount of laughter rang out from the crowd at the mention of being wasted. "....but i'll repeat the way things go anyways......
For the last couple of weeks we had signs up sheets, if you got your name into us on time, you should of received a numbered sticker tonight to plaster to your lovely torsos......clothed, or unclothed. The challenge is to see who can keep it moving up here the longest, with the winner taking the grand prize of a free tab for the rest of the night.........the competition will run an hour at the longest, but as sure as you might be that you'll make it that long, we usually don't go past thirty minutes, for if you stop dancing for more than three to five seconds, you're out. The track provided to us by our lovely DJ Lisa B. is a non-stop mega-mix, so there's no breaks darlings.........and our staff will be watching, so if you're asked to step down for failing to dance, just step down.......or i'll have our lovely bodyguard over there, Sean, pull your ass off the counter.

Now please, make your way around to the end here with you number stuck to ya.........and remember, this isn't a topless bar, so if you wanna take your shirt off, at least keep your braziers on over the girls"
Knatilee finished, with a quick squeeze to her own chest, before crouching down on the bar, and then jumping down in between two bar-stools again.
She then handed her mic to Gretchen behind the counter, and walked over to the karaoke stage where DJ Lisa B. stood.
They would converse about random things until they got the thumbs up from Sean and others that all girls were ready and atop the bar........Lisa would then start the music, and the dancing would begin.

It wasn't long before Knatilee spotted her sister with a young woman she recognized as Lucy - who before she could approach, was already making her way away from Jacqueline, and towards the bar - late, with a number plastered on her stomach.

"Well there you are gorgeous.......you know, you could always get up there and break a leg..........but i think it would be a bit unfair if one of us entered, seeing as how we'd win hands down." she joked with her sister, while turning around and staring over towards the bar.......as dancing customers around them began to lightly bump into the pair.

"You could always go up there for fun though, without a sticker.........give 'em some pointers?!"

Knatilee ended her suggestion with a soft nudge to her sisters side, before turning and making her way through the crowd a into a backroom reserved for private parties usually, but tonight, served as a hookah station, with a large round table in the middle with a small crowd of five or so sitting around it enjoying flavored tobacco.

She wasn't interested in smoking anything however, she simply wanted to sit on the lounge couch, in the corner - away from the table, and kick her shoes off for a moment, as she made a phone call.
Tonight was suppose to be fun, full of sexual innuendos via a batch of drunks, and then a hard crash. But with a job to do so close to the closing of the bar, she'd get no rest in-between........so she swiftly slipped out of her shoes, kicked her legs up on the couch, crossed them, and then looked up at ceiling......which was like taking a visit to a planetarium.......a trippy little effect that cost thousands extra to put in place.
Moments later, she placed the phone call..........



The conversation didn't last long, and would of seemed pointless to anyone who happened to catch part of it, but it was anything but.

After hanging up the receiver, she slowly slipped back into her shoes and made her way from the hookah room, to behind the bar, where she half watched the girls reaming on the stage after the ten or so minutes she was gone, and half taking orders from customers - in-between dancing bare legs......something she couldn't help but smile over.

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Lee was a nice guy, overly polite, a veritable boy scout and a massive light weight. By his fourth beer Lee was barely able to remain balanced on the stool, relying on Dean to hold him up.

"Y-You know what we should do? You know what we should do? We should jus- we should just get on our bikes and just go. Just go and start a business."

Dean couldn't help but laugh at the guys drunken proposal.

"You sure are knocking back those brews eh slugger?"

Dean asked with a smirk. Lee just swallowed hard before continuing.

"You know I've never told anyone this but I am soooooooooooo good at cursive. I-I don't usually write in- in cursive but I'm really good. Really good."

Dean laughed again and patted him on the back.

"Yeah you're flagged big guy. So now that you're happily drunk what can you tell me about your friend back there?"

Lee swung his head around lazily to look back into the crowd.

"Wah friend???"

"The pretty brunette you were talking with earlier chief."

Lee took a minute to remember then he smiled dumbly as it hit him.

"Yesh thats Jacqueline. Shes really pretty."

Dean nodded in agreement.

"She sure is pal. What does she do for a living?"

"Jacqueline?"

"Yep Jacqueline."

Dean said keeping him on topic.

"She works here at ummm the bar. B-but umm i dunno she had err has moneys. Like lots of moneys."

"Too much for a waitress." Dean thought without a word as Lee continued.

"She lives with her sister umm whats her name... Katie... no... Kaylee?.... KNATILEE!"

He shouted in victory at remembering her name. Dean just shook his head with a chuckle.

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As she bent down to place an empty bottle of vodka under the counter, she suddenly heard her name being shouted, by a familiar voice.........

Withing seconds she had stood, and began to make her way around the bar........
She then swiftly backed up in-between the bar-stools where Lee and a man she didn't know from Adam, sat.
"Lee, sweetie........what exactly are saying about little ol' me??" Knatilee asked, as she crossed her arms underneath her bust and began leaning back on the counter.
It was obvious right away though, as the man began to slur his words, that he was too drunk to hold much of a conversation, yet alone start one......which made her eyes dart over towards the man beside Lee.
"Well you don't appear to be drunk in the least......." she said with a cautious smile, shifting to her side a bit in an attempt to more clearly read the young man who Lee appeared to be chatting with, before crashing his head into the counter-top behind her.".........so, care to tell me what the two of you were conversing about? And just how my name made it's way into that said conversation?"
Knatilees eyebrows raised slightly, as if to say 'Hmmm?'
She was never one to be overly paranoid, but she also wasn't one who liked friends or acquaintances talking about her to random strangers.......especially when that said acquaintance is drunk out of his mind, with lips looser than a two dollar whore.

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Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Yeah, me too......i loved this RP <3 =[

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Dame has a point; I'm studying psychology andI'll be officially done at 30 when I get into medical school. And I'm only 18.

Anyway, I thought things over and decided not to god-mod since that's not the point.
But I'll be disappointed if this dies, just saying.

<3

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Jamie95 wrote:I'm about to write a reply (not that I've got very much to go on, that's why I haven't posted yet) and I was thinking about what Bromander's Character said the day before in the bar about Mason having 'school in the morning'.
Was that just a throw away jokey comment or was he serious that Mason's going to college? Because he's like 29 and I'm pretty sure no one stays in education til 29...





Um, a LOT of people are in school at 29, or PAST 29! I'm in Pre-Med, and if i don't get accepted to the performing arts college i'm auditioning for on the 2nd, then i'll be sticking with the medical field.......meaning i'll be in college until i'm 28, and won't finish residency/specialized training until i'm in my 30's. So yeah........


Besides, people can also;
A) Go back to college after having a kid or just taking time off.
or
B) Just decide to go to college late in life!

Both are VERY common. If neither Mason or Dean are college students, what about your cover????
Anyways, i got your message Inno, and what you said, is what i kind of expected to happen anyways......I figured Dean would see Knatilee leaving and catch up with her......but no one responded, again, after i posted. =(
I think you're awsm Inno, but to be honest i don't like the idea of one giant god-modding post. I think everyone needs to manage their own characters, and have some responsibility in that regard you know? Or what's the point....eh.




I'll send this to you in private message Inno, but i also wanted to post it there. <3





And to answer your other question, no, i'd HATE for this RP to die.......i love it! >_<

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

I feel like to get FA back on its feet; we all need to be interacting with one another.

So with that said, I’ll be sending messages to you all letting y’all know that I will be creating a post that will have everyone in it so that way we’re not all at a loss for what to say/do.

I apologize for taking over your characters, but I think it’ll be for the best, that way we can start posting again.

Thanks for understanding y'all <3

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Yeah that's what I thought just you guys were talking about it on the OOC earlier.

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Lol it was just a joke brah

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Jamie, I wouldn't take that too seriously, hah'. But maybe Mason can be checking out areas the girls usually hang out at: school, bar, parks, cafes, etc.
I don't know, honestly, I'm just trying to get Mason in there again somehow.

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

I'm about to write a reply (not that I've got very much to go on, that's why I haven't posted yet) and I was thinking about what Bromander's Character said the day before in the bar about Mason having 'school in the morning'.
Was that just a throw away jokey comment or was he serious that Mason's going to college? Because he's like 29 and I'm pretty sure no one stays in education til 29...

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

*will post tonight!!!*

Sorry, i was out of town then when i got back i was slammed with school. But i promise to have a post up before i go to bed tonight!! I really would hate to see this RP die!
I'll message everyone when i post too, just in case you don't see this on the OOC! =P

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Yes, yes, a billion times yes!

Hah'.

I've not had ANY internect connection on my campus, being in the middle of Bumfucknowhere and all. But this is STILL very much going on.
I just read what Dame posted, and I'm assuming she (along with myself) are waiting on the guys to post something.
I'll be sending a message to everyone, just to be sure we're all alive and well.

<3

Re: [OOC] Fatal Attractions

Yeah, is this still going???

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Awes, don't tell me this has died already!!! *tears up!* =(

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That's fine.

I totally understand the random sickness; hopefully you're better!!

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Okay girlie!

Sorry again for not posting for a whole day+, but sometimes ya get sick, eh?
And i want to let you guys know in advance, we're going upstate for a cook-out on the 10th, and we won't be back until the 12th........our friend up there has a laptop, but they also only gave wireless net, which is really iffy where they are. The last time we were up there, in January, the net worked for like half a day, then was out for the rest of the two days we were there! >_< SO, i don't want to say i'll be able to get on for sure when i have no idea, but if i can, i will!! ^_^

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From what I've read, I'm assuming it's... what- 6:30ish in the morning by now? Which is fine.
I plan on letting Jacqi' sleep until almost 9 in the morning anyway so.

I'll just need to know what time it is every once in a while (Knat' and Dean) so I can write then post something. Much thanks in advance <3!
And since something about school was mentioned, I'm thinking we'll make this new day a friday.

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Alllllllll right. Well everyone's asleep.
Or will be soon.
Hah'.

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yeah, i'm not really up for the dream stuff on my end, i kinda wanna just write lol >_<. Would be awesome to read a dream post via Deans perspective, but yeah, i'll just wait until tomorrow, or thursday, or whenever the next day pops up. [which i'm thinking would be friday? or w/e, just a weekday, since it was said mason would have class tomorrow. =P]

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Cool.

Just waiting on Jamie; which is fine.
So some time tomorrow afternoon should be... 'the next day' I'm thinking.

Not too long. Night you two.

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Yeah i can't post until it's the next day, since my character is asleep already.

A dream scene is a good idea though!! Depending on how long i have to wait, i might just post one! hehe xD

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Jaimie, inno, whenever you guys are ready I'll make it the next day since Dame and I are le sleeps. No hurry though. I might post a dream sequence though cause those are always fun haha