ooc: alright, here's my intro, though it's...umm...sorta long -and a bit out there- so I apologize (and I'll try to keep it to a paragraph in the future)
Her midnight blue hair trailed along the polished marble platform, chest arched upwards into the sky as a leg clung tightly to a silver metal pole. Neon blue lights bounced off a clean, shining cinnamon complexion, the rich scent of cocoa butter and Paris (perfume) cloaking the scantily clad dancing woman, she one of several on stage.
Sheer light blue wraparound barely hiding her small black thong beneath, her pleather bra pushed up her cleavage to a rather uncomfortable level, the brave men watching enjoying the show all the same.
She twirled around the pole some, lowering her right leg onto the ground, five inch heel resting daintily back to the ground. Squatting down, she dipped herself all the way back, glancing to the other women repeating her action.
A twenty was slipped in between her bra, a smile forming at the process. Personally, she didn't give a damn over being paid, especially for doing such a job. Rather, it was an anxiety...an anxiousness. Her smile grew broad, green eyes wandering the room, going over the blonde and redheaded strippers, the men holding careful smiles on their face.
She couldn't wait for the day...she savored it...the day she'd be able to smote everyone single one of her female associates in the room. The day she'd annihilate every bold soul who dared venture out past night. Even if she wasn't in a clan war, killing the humans would always keep her busy.
Though at times she wondered. Was it a bad thing she enjoyed killing humans most of all? The taste of blood in her mouth, through her hands was so enchantingly wonderful? She thought about it as she slid up the pole, a cheer of 'take it off' causing her to smirk. Naaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!
Finishing her dance after a minute or so she, Leo, curtly exited the stage, glancing upwards to the flickering lights, the telltale signs of a storm brewing. Walking off to her private room, she ripped off the tag from the door, glad this would be her last day in the sordid profession.
After making her twenty first kill in a location, Leo always called it quits with whatever bullshit excuse she could come up with. Packing up a Louis Vuitton bag with her clothes and other items, she zipped it up content. She stealthily slipped outside, avoiding the other females doing their jobs. Goodbyes were overrated.
Out in the back alley, Leo trailed her fingers along the damp brick wall, heels clicking to behind a man fumbling with his keys by a shining black Mercedes-Benz. Stepping to his side, she rested a neatly manicured hand on his, glass tips sparkling under the piercing white streetlight.
He turned with a nervous stare, calming somewhat once he realized it was just a stripper. Leo gave a warm smile from a set of perfect pearly white. “Relax...didn't you enjoy the show?” She blinked innocently from emerald green.
“I...” His first attempt to speak came out a squeak. Coughing, he adjusted the silk tie around his neck. “Yeah, loved it, but what with those murders going around. Hell, I want to enjoy my life, but...”
Leo trailed a finger up the length of his arm, purring. “Live everyday as if it's your last. That's my motto...” Her hand wandered down to a ring on his finger. “Married and going to such a place? Wouldn't your wife object?”
“If she knew...” pointed out the man. Leo laughed, he doing the same. Seeing her raise an eyebrow, he laughed a little nervously. “What are you gonna do, tell her?”
“I might...” smiled Leo deviously, glancing around to the streets. It was a cloudy night, no other brave souls out and prowling about. She pulled the man close, tilting her head. “We could always have ourselves a little deal though...” She motioned her head to the backdoor of his Mercedes.
The man grinned a little, then slightly disappointed. “I don't have enough to pay for those kinds of services. I did last week but...”
Leo cut him off, shaking her head. She pulled him close, whispering into his ear. “The other girls are in it for the money...but truth be told,” A hand reached down to the car door as she whispered the clinching statement. “I just wanna ****.”
A smile of disbelief crossed his lips as Leo swiftly pulled open the car door. She tossed him inside, sitting in after him. Locking each door, she sat on top of him, smiling all the while as she deliberately ripped apart his shirt, tossing the poly-cotton material in the passenger's seat. Despite that, his grin grew brighter. “You sure this is free of charge?” She nodded in the shade of the car, he laughing. “Wow, lucky night! What's your name, green eyes?”
Her charm remained all the same yet in her voice was a cold undertone. “Well, those b*tches at the strip joint gave me the nickname of Tiger eye. You could only wonder why...”
“Why, Tiger Eye, why?”
Her left hand slid up to her face, she seeming to poke herself in the eye. Satisfied, she balanced a small circular piece of plastic on her forefinger. She smiled at his bemused expression, a perfect hazel eye revealed on her left. “Why indeed....”
A light drizzle started to fall, this accompanied with a crack of lightning, hazel and green turning to a cruel tiger yellow and ethereal emerald to match from the beam of electricity. The man gasped in a sort of horror, Leo arching a perfectly trimmed brow. “Silly boy, weren't you taught better? Be afraid...” She leaned closer, eyes bordering on psychotic as she leered. “Be...very afraid of the dark.”
He clawed out his hands, attempting to push her off. She drilled sharp nails into his shoulders, growing excited as he squirmed. “You taste so lovely...” Her lips played along his neck. “You have no idea,” Fangs revealed, she sunk her teeth into his neck, taking great care in bleeding him near dry before ripping out his throat. She frowned at the blood across the window. “Christ, second time I messed up the car interior!”
Having had her fill, Leo got out from the car, dragging the corpse out after her. Popping the trunk, she dumped the body in back, figuring she'd dispose of him later. Strutting casually to her bag, she took out a high pressure water sprayer, spraying the leather seats of the Benz with distaste. Clean-up had never been her thing.
Once satisfied with the lack of crimson liquid staining the vehicle's interior, once she finished spraying a bit of Lysol across the seats, she became satisfied. Standing up to admire her handiwork, she cheered in happiness, soon doing a little dance. “I've got a Mercedes, nah nah nah nah nah nah!!!”
Laughing jovially, with the cover from the car, she slipped into a pair of leather pants, jagged, yet tasteful rips decorating each side. She put on an off the shoulder grey top, it just covering up the hints of a marking on her back. She wrapped her hair into a messy ponytail. Finally, she threw on a long black leather jacket with fingerless black gloves to match. Sliding into the front seat of the car, she made sure everything was in order before speeding off down the street, silver visible around a finger.
Switching the radio onto a reggaeton station, she turned up the music at hearing a song she favored, going by the name of Carnivale. Stopping at a light, she lit a cigarette, turning up the music dangerously loud as she took a drag
Hanging her hand out the window, a light rain starting to fall, she let a stream of smoke escape her nose. She wasn't sure whether to go on a body count or just relax for the remainder of the evening. “Decisions, decisions...” Shrugging, she laughed, making an erratic turn onto the highway...
(OOC: er....yeah, that'll do for now. Again, sorry for the length!)