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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 18:35:15 GMT
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 29, 2016 10:36:25 GMT
Jeanne had somehow beaten Opal to Opal's own room. There was a moment of awkward silence before Jeanne spoke. "This is a lovely room, fit for a mob boss," Jeanne said the last part quietly, more to herself than anyone else. "Thank you for your hospitality, I really appreciate being alive," Jeanne made a bit of a joke, hoping that it wouldn't have the opposite effect. She had a feeling that the moods of the people here were very easy to sway. It might be the reason everyone that she had seen had at least one visible nasty scar. Jeanne had made a decision earlier to stay quiet, but her generally friendly demeanor might spoil it. Right now, she didn't have the idea of escape in her mind. She probably couldn't run fast enough to save her life. Either way, no one was trying to kill her, so she figured she had it better than most did. Her optimistic outlook might help her last a bit longer, or kill her. Jeanne bounced on her toes and waited for Opal's response. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2016 21:44:19 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal grinned a most evil smile, she was plotting for sure. She liked to see the bit of fear on Jeanne's face, it seemed to put her at ease for things were finally growing to be normal. Or, as normal as they could be for a 50's style mobster in the modern world, who also happened to be a mobster/mob boss at the same time. Funny how things worked that way. Opal shrugged and opened up her wardrobe what was giant, wooden, and housed a few small guns along with clothes. Opal pulled a corset of a white color, a red leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a belt with a holster on either side. Opal grinned, here was Jeanne's outfit...her mob outfit. Opal then pulled out a large hoodie, with a University of Catania, Sicily written across it and large grey joggers. "Here, wear this to bed." Opal said to Jeanne as she tossed the hoodie and joggers to Jeanne. Opal then pulled out a nearly the same outfit for herself to change into, and didn't wait in starting to change. What? They both were girls, and the guys couldn't see them. Plus, Jeanne was a showgirl, she should be used to half-naked people, right? Anyways, Opal, halfway naked, made a gesture with her head for herself and Jeanne to put on their pj's, before sitting down to talk.
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 30, 2016 0:23:36 GMT
Jeanne caught the clothes as they were thrown to her. She then looked to the outfit Opal had set out for her. That didn't look like something Jeanne would wear, but it looked like and outfit for Roulette. She didn't object to anything, the outfit was actually beautiful, just not fitting for Jeanne. Was Opal trying to turn her into a member of the mob? Was this going to be more than a temporary stay? Jeanne pushed those thoughts out of her head and changed into her pajamas. She tried to change quickly, she was a bit more modest than she came off as. She was going to take off her bra, but decided against it, it might be too awkward. She adjusted the hood of the sweatshirt and sat down on the armchair, tucking her legs underneath her. She decided to wait for Opal to speak, Jeanne was good at small talk, in normal situations.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2016 22:16:38 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal smirked as Jeanne changed a lot more modestly than she had thought. She shrugged it off though, and lay down on the couch. She thought for a moment about what she should say, before leaning down to itch her ankle. Spying one of her tattoos, she got an idea. "Ever heard of the Flamingo hotel? My grandma and her boyfriend used to run the place and jazz. It's in Vegas. Ever been?" Opal asked, gesturing to her ankle, were her tattoo of the Flamingo Hotel sign was inked. The one of the lotus blooming into a sparkling and pink FLAMINGO was written. She cocked her head towards Jeanne, who looked very adorable in Opal's giant sweatshirt. Opal bit the inside of her lip. How am I going to turn this girl to a Mob Moll? She looks scared of everything. Opal then shook her head silently to shake the thought from her head and looked back at Jeanne, waiting for her response. |
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Aug 31, 2016 10:21:01 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
"I remember that hotel, I went to Vegas when I was 18. I haven't been since, too much competition with the other showgirls," Jeanne shrugged. "I actually almost got a tattoo of a roulette wheel, I don't remember where I would've gotten it," She thought of that time, she was young and dumb. She went straight to Vegas when she had just gotten out of high-school. Jeanne had found that there was too much competition. It was then that Jeanne decided that she needed a stage name, something that gave her more confidence. "I actually came up with my stage name in Vegas," She noted, tapping her chin with her index finger. It had been only four years since she started this crazy business. She glanced to Opal's tattoo again, deciding to make that a focal point for a conversation. "Is that the only tattoo you have? I've heard that once you get one you get addicted, might be the reason I don't have one, or I'm terrified that it will end up looking horrible in a few year," Jeanne felt more comfortable around Opal, maybe the other mob members not standing around her helped. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2016 22:03:11 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal grinned and laughed, first a chuckled, than a very hearty and heavy laughter. The showgirl had been to the flamingo? That's crazy! Opal snorted and covered her mouth, her eyes big and guilty. Snorting when she laughed? Not very scary. Opal flipped the hood of her sweatshirt up over her head, trying to cover the color that was surely drawing to her cheeks. Opal took a few minutes of tapping her foot anxiously before looking back up at Jeanne, finally answering her questions about her tattoos. "Yeah, I have more. I just..." Opal stopped, giving Jeanne a look. Why would she want to know? Apparently, Opal really didn't understand the whole concept of "small talk". "I gotta showgirl, a rose, Flamingo, and some other small ones. I mean, what about you? Anything important to you you'd ever get a tattoo for?" Opal asked, trying to come up with conversation, even if it was extremely forced. |
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 2, 2016 0:48:42 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne shrugged, trying to remember the exact details of that story. "It was the time I found out my stage name, I remember staying somewhere where one man lost all his money and another won about three times his life's savings on the same roulette wheel. It was an inspiration for me... It was actually the other girls I was staying with who wanted me to get a tattoo. That was the closest I've ever come to getting one," Jeanne tried to think of anything else heavily important to her, but to little avail. "There isn't all that much that stuck with me, I never had many friends, interests, or anything else. My parents moved from home to home, so I've done the same," Jeanne gave a shrug. She had always hoped she'd be able to settle down, to stay in one place. Honestly, the idea was foreign to her. She had never lived in one place, the longest she had ever lived in an area was about six months. Sometimes she'd only stay a few days. "On the bright side, I've seen every one of the states in the continental United States, but I'm not going to get a giant American flag," The mere thought of it made Jeanne chuckle, it felt a little more natural now. Jeanne had a knack for making quick friendships, hopefully it would pay off. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 21:19:26 GMT
OOC: in the doctors's office trying to get my sinuses figured out so that's why I don't have a template.
Opal nodded along, silently thinking to herself about what Jeanne had said. Funny, she seemed different than what Opal had originally thought. But Opal paid no mind, and listened. She took out her cigar and stopped to snuff it out. She's picked up on Jeanne's strained looks through her smoke. "You have asthma or something?" Opal asked. She genuinely wanted to know. She was curious to say the least. Fire burned behind her eyes. She had so many plans for Jeanne. So many. Opal was so ready to let Jeanne loose as a full mob member. But she shook her head and returned to their conversation, absently tracing a circle around her bullet wound scar on the left side of her hip, barely grazing her, and waiting for an answer.
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 2, 2016 23:20:50 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
"I guess you could say that... Well, you obviously could say that. Considering I'm enough inhaler to take out a cow, but I'm not as bad as I used to be. I was in the hospital for two weeks when I was fourteen, in Colorado." Jeanne knew the place wasn't important to Opal, but it was important to her. She had stayed in Colorado a whole year, something rare for her. It was the place where she had her first boyfriend, her first school choir performance, that tiny town in Colorado was something special to Jeanne. She let out a long sigh just thinking about it. "What about you? Anything important I should know?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 11:48:03 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal choked, taken aback. Jeanne wanted to know about...her? Opal didn't know what to say, what to do. She'd never EVER been asked anything like it. She racked her brain for something, anything to say. Frowning, she tapped her ankle and thought for a moment. "I have ADHD, and I've been shot five times." She raised an eyebrow, waiting for Jeanne's response, seeing if that was enough. Opal didn't like talking about herself, and as such, stayed away from herself. She really did hope that was enough to satisfy her guest, because she'd hate going on and on about herself. It did make her wonder, though, what kind of things Jeanne was hiding. Things like her origins...or her true occupation. Opal should know, she was a mobster disguised as a showgirl. How likely was it that Jeanne was the same? |
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 3, 2016 19:30:12 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
"That's certainly interesting," Jeanne had no idea how to respond to what Opal had said. Opal seemed like someone who knew how to live, of course, that might mean almost dying. "Where did you get shot? I don't want to pry, but it's kinda cool, in a way," Jeanne shrugged. "I mean, I have no idea what's going on in the slightest sense. I was wondering what I'm going to be doing around here. If I wasn't useful, I'd be as good as dead, so, please don't kill me," Jeanne's voice got high and squeaky near the end of her sentence. The fear of being brutally murdered by a gang was still ultimately in the back of her mind. "I can sing and do a few other things, I don't think I'm all that good of a shot, but I could learn," |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 11:17:47 GMT
OOC: sorry, no template!
Opal bit down on her lip and tapped her foot, thinking of how to answer Jeanne's question. She decided, after a while, to ask thruthfully. She respected Jeanne, in an odd way. She lifted up the edge of her shirt around her right hip. A pink, fleshy scar showed that a bullet had grazed her hip quite some time ago. "Hip, my shoulder," Opal removed her arm from the sleeve of her sweatshirt and pointed to her right shoulder, a small circlar scar. Opal had been lucky the bullet didn't hit bone. "My leg twice," She rolled up her left pants leg and revealed both shot wounds, not to far apart. Again, lucky she hadn't hit bone. "And my ear," Moving her hair out of the way, she showed Jeanne the giant, almost notch, in the top part of her ear. Opal shrugged, she'd done a lot and was proud of it too. "And I'm not going to kill you, I'll make you a Mob Moll yet."
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
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Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 4, 2016 17:38:55 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
"Lovely," Jeanne squeaked. She began shaking and reached towards her inhaler. She took a puff, because if she didn't she would probably pass out, and that isn't a very good thing for Jeanne. Her hand was shaking so badly she almost blew the medicine in her eye. "You're going to turn me into one of you...why me?" Jeanne was so confused, why would they want someone as incapable as Jeanne. She sure hoped she wouldn't be entirely expendable. Would she get some bullet wounds as well? OOC: Gah! I'm so sorry this is so short
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 11:23:49 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal rolled her shoulders around a bit before finally answering Jeanne's question. She'd been in no hurry to do so. "I like you and I'm keeping you because you're afraid of me. Fear runs this planet. I, then, run you." Opal beamed a wicked smile and flashed her pearly white teeth in a bared grin. She tapped her foot quickly, her ADHD getting the best of her. Opal was getting anxious about not having something to do, whether it be a blessing or a curse. Looking at the clock, she got an idea. "I'll bet that we can sneak back into the casino and have some fun. Want to come?" Though it was technically a question, it was more of a demand that Jeanne was being forced to come. pal began changing into a black, tight dress, white and black faux fur coat, and tall black stilettos. She flipped open the wardrobe she stood in front of and let Jeanne have her pick of clothing items. |
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