—Night Club

@Bobby /quirks an eyebrow; feeling offended before scoffing/
And I assume you know exactly what you're talking about-
Do you even dance? /squints my eyes at you/
Woman changing - wow. /takes off my cap, running a hand through my hair before placing it back on/
Nope- thanks for the feedback, dear customer.
/tilts my head away as your finger comes in contact with my nose/
I'm not even into this- it's just the money. So as long as I get money, I'm going places.
/immediately stops smirking after you mention it, pressing my lips into a thin line/
Nothing. It's just an emotion I use- now, /looks around before reverting my attention back to you/
What are you doing here?

@Bobby /takes a deep breath, as I place my hand down, composing my posture from earlier/
/quirks an eyebrow, scoffing lightly/ you wonder why? Why wouldn't I be surprised? /mutters the question to myself as I fix the strap of the bag upon my shoulder/
/looks around the building, feeling slightly awkward to know how ty I had looked like compared to now, infront of the same person/
/flickers my eyes back to you, noticing you taking a step forward, my lips quirked into a nano smirk/
Well, you definitely are an eye candy. But shouldn't that question apply to you? Since, you were an audience for my show. /leans in closer slightly, my eyes squinted as if making a point/ correct?

@Bobby /sees the head lady, waiting for me by my room, blowing onto her nails/
/mutters profanities underneath my breath as I shove half of the bucks into her hands, heading into my changing room to slip out of the very sultry looking like costume/
/purses my lips as I change into a pair of shorts and plain tee, running my fingers through my hair to comb it out/
I wonder if he'll come here often...
/crouches down to take my back, slinging it over my shoulder before bidding a few friends of mine goodbye/
/heads towards the back door, opening it wide without thought as I hum a small tune, when my gaze meets your figure/
Oh my god-! /jumps backwards, a hand clutched to my chest as I stare at you with wide eyes, before recognition flickers/
O-oh... It's you..

@Hyosung Damn straight Ruana didn't trust that pretty lady, but she was certainly not going to object should she help her get Meto out of this breathing. And she did. As expected, Meto seemed to not even notice that a bullet had been shot and penetrated a man right before him. He stood there, gripping his bear and didn't even flinch as a few drops of blood splattered his cheek. 'Aigoo.. Look now you got yourself dirty. We'll have to clean you when we get back alright? You shouldn't walk around with bloodstains, the colour doesn't fit to your make-up. Although it looks nice on your skin... We should go shopping again and find a blood-red dress.' Now that he was out of danger, Ruana was happily chattering away on his head. She didn't give a rat's about anyone's well-being, but Metos.

He had turned to watch the woman deal with aka kill the man with his eternally blank stare. 'You see that? She's killing him. Do you know what that is?' Meto shook his head. 'Really? That's surprising. You've seen a dead person before though.. And you've seen someone die. Remember?' He shook his head once more, but then nodded slightly after a pause. As if he'd given the question some thought and rethought his answer, which of course hadn't been the case. "I don't know..", he murmured quietly to Ruana. 'You did. That woman had died and that man right there is dying too. Except he's not dying by himself, someone is making him die. And that, Meto, is called killing.' He nodded, almost absent-mindedly, his eyes glued to the fresh liquid that poured from his lethal wounds. 'Do you like that? That's blood too. Isn't it pretty.' Meto nodded.

Their little conversation was interrupted as the woman came towards Meto and bent down, understandable. Meto was rather small and since he never wore heals.... Yeah. At first, he didn't respond to the lady and a moment later he didn't respond either. As previously mentioned, Ruana couldn't care less about people other than her puppet, her marionnette. And that's when she got a nice idea. She was going to rename Meto. He'd gotten that name from the little girl that had owned him and used him as a dress-up doll. But since he was now solely functioning via Ruana, she was going to give him a new name. Marianne. 'Since we're done here.. Let's go Marianna. From now on that is your name, Marianne.' Meto-.. MARIANNE nodded and stepped past the assassin woman. With slow, steady steps - he was in no rush - he made his way over corpses and bloodstains and towards the exit.

@Bobby /swiftly twirls down the pole, the usual routine playing on and on, though I add in a little more sensual actions, just to please you/
/goes up to the nearest hand with a ball of money, plucking it out of his hands and walking away, ignoring the other notes carelessly lying on the stage, not really interested in the amount I make but just for my hobby/
/tilts my head around once more, just before I enter backstage to lock my eyes with yours, sending a small smile, followed by a wink before I disappear /

@Meto Hyosung gave a good chuckle, seeing the ‘damsel’ not in distress made her relieved. Now she doesn’t have to console her and sooths her with loving words, which Hyosung is incredibly bad at. All she needs now is ‘her’ trust, so that they can walk out of this wretched place. She bend down lightly to meet the ‘girl’ ‘s eyes, which are caked with dark eyeshadow and a heavy looking fake lashes “I know you don’t trust me” she said lowly with a smile “I don’t trust you either” she said with a little laugh, surprising the captor making his grip more tighter and his entire body shaking. “Yet trust me when I say I won’t hurt you” she smiled lightly as she shoots right above ‘her’ head, piercing through the captor’s cheeks and he exclaimed with a hiss. Before he could pull the trigger, a second bullet came from the window next to them, breaking the glass and through his neck. Hyosung dropped her gun to take her whip from her hip, swiftly taking the gun from his hand before he could do anything else. She throws his gun to the wall, breaking it. She took her gun back before slowly walking to him. She kneeled down, seeing him dying slowly as the blood made a pool covering his head. He mutters, blood came out of his mouth “M-mercy…” he said as he held out his hand, trying to grasp to something. She holds his hand, a stoic expression streaked upon her beautiful features “Sorry, but this is the only thing I could do” she puts her gun on his head then pulled the trigger, killing him instantly. She sighed as she wipes the blood off her face, standing up. “How nice of you Heiress” a feminine yet stern voice on her earpiece intercom said in Russian. Hyosung scoffed at the voice and replied back in Russian “You know we could heal him, but a Reyez leave no trace Phoebe” she places back all of her weapon to their respectful place around her body “We should name this mission! It’s the easiest ever!” a loud and cheery voice said in the intercom “And the one with the shortest time range” a cold voice added in. She chuckled as she turns back to look at the ‘damsel’ “I have a suggestion for that” Hyosung said as she walks to ‘her’ “Mission Living Doll” she said in Russian as she bend down to ‘her’ level “Ready to go home?” she asked rhetorically in Korean as she tilts her head lightly

@Hyosung By the time the first screams erupted, Meto had long been able to move again and sat in his cage, Ruana in his arms. He sported the same expressionless... expression as always, busying himself with brushing his bears fake fur as the gunshots echoed through the building. He payed no attention at all to his surroundings, cold to the pained shrieks that went in one ear and out the other. 'When was the last time you ate?', Ruana asked him, also not paying attention to their surroundings. She may have worried about Meto getting kidnapped in the first place, but that was only because she didn't want them seperated and her hold on him to loosen. Meto was hers and hers to keep and do what she pleased with. Let him run free and he would probably die or lead a happier life. Ruana wouldn't have either. "I don't know...", he mumbled back. 'That's not good. You're going to faint again and then you might lose me. I'll always protect you, Meto, but for that you musn't ever let go of me.' He nodded and began to draw random lines on the dusty floor. 'What are you drawing?', she asked curiously. "I don't know.." Ruana liked these moments. She hated Meto and felt the responsibility to keep him alone and unhappy, but had at the same time grown possessive of him. 'Try drawing a house. Do you know what a house looks like?' Meto nodded and began to draw. 'Well done, that's pretty. Now try to draw me.' Again, his finger began to move. After a few moments, he succesfully created a fairly decent portrait of Ruana. 'Considering you can't draw well at all, good job.', Ruana praised him, sneaking in an insult as she whispered in his head. "Ruana it sounds like people are shooting." Ruana's response was cut short as the cage door was opened and the both of them were pulled out. Meto hugged the bear tightly to his chest, just as something cold and metallic pressed against his scalp. The cross-dressing boy showed no reaction, simply cuddling Ruana. Even When a woman entered and pointed another gun in his direction, Meto remained expressionless. His empty, unnerving stare locked onto the female's own eyes. Ruana was trying to find a way to get Meto out of this situation alive. If he moved, he'd get shot. If he didn't, he'd probably get shot anyway. Not to mention because that person holding him was now hiding behind Meto's body. 'Don't move, Meto. No matter what, don't move an inch.' He nodded, which almost got him shot right then and there by the fidgety man behind him. "Yes Ruana. I won't move. I promise."

@Meto Crossing her legs with some notebook and a PDA on her lap, Hyosung quietly reviews her own possible targets and clients’ private and background information. It is not odd for this young woman to skirt pages of disturbingly top secret on daylight, in the park, where everybody can literally see it. But judging from her relaxed state and nobody bugging her, everything went smooth for Hyosung. She hadn’t been put to work for 2 weeks, excluding her fun time of playing as the ‘Street unknown hero’ now and then. It’s entertainment for Hyosung, pretending to bring justice whilst she just takes pleasure from killing. It gave her a good chuckle at the thought of it, being the praetor of justice and stuff. As she was deep in thought and reading, her phone rings. Taking her time, she took her phone and accept the call, her eyes not leaving the pages “Hello-“ “ALLEYNA!!” Hyosung move her head from the phone as she heard the loud voice on the other line, her expression not changing “I thought I told you to not call me that Valentine” she said in Russian, not mixing it up with her Korean accent “Forgive me- But a client! Important! High roller! Now!” the male on the other line, Valentine, responded back with that. Hyosung sighed lightly as she closes her book “I’ll be right there-“ “Oh no need, there will be a ride for you” she could literally feel him grin ear-to-ear. As if on cue, a black limousine pulled over to her, opening the door. Hyosung hangs up as she smirks, walking to the limousine

After an hour drive, she arrived at a big mansion and now seated at a comfortable seat. Her client is not yet present, but she is patient. She tapped her heels as she counts backwards in Russian “Tri…Dva…Odin…” and as she finishes on one, a man came from the door. Hyosung was about to get up before he shakes his head, urging her to keep seated. Hyosung nods and leans back to her chair, her fine long legs crossing. The man looked anxious, as if something had been taken away from him. The man cleared his throat as he sat down “Forgive me for the delay, I had some things to take care of” Hyosung nodded “I accept your apology”. The man gave her a file “Straight to business then, my so- daughter had been taken away from me” he explained the ‘false’ situation to her, saying that he is a daughter of his and a group of males had abducted and uses ‘her’ to blackmail him for money. Hyosung only nodded in response, yet she do realize that something is wrong. As he finished explained it, she rose to her feet “I will not have a say in this situation but for your information” she straightened up her mini dress-like trench coat “We will dig up information on your situation and your ‘daughter’” she emphasized at the daughter “So that we could keep records and probably…blackmail you back with it” She wears a wicked smile on her lips as the man’s face etched up in fury “You! If you even as much as dare to touch my background-“ “Oh? So there is something important in it” ‘bingo’ she thought. The man reconsiders his word “If you could not keep your promise I will find someone-“ “Someone else?” she scoffed “No one could do it more better and faster than me, have you forgotten who I am?” Hyosung questioned him as the man looked down “I remember who you are, Heiress Reyez” the man said as he still bow down his head, as if showing his defeat and respect to her. She chuckled evilly then stabbed a dagger to his table, taking him by surprise “Mark my words high roller, your filthy background will be save to our eyes. If you even dare as much as defy us, be prepared for your judgment” she grinned as she walked out “I will start my job as soon as you give the money to our account”

Finding the hideout of her enemies is not as hard as you imagined, not if you have a companion such as Valentine and Pollux. The family of Reyez and their connection will never fail to do mischief in justice, sometimes the bad guys makes the perfect good guys. As soon as she arrived, without hesitation she knocked out the front door with her feet, her wicked smile plastered on her face “Hello boys” she exclaimed before shooting her M-4 Carbine on both of her hands, dodging bullets coming from the enemies as well as stabbing them right at the throat with her flipper knife then continue to shoot again. Again and again she shoots, dodge, punch and stab. Not to mention her powerful kick, finishing the 1st and 2nd layer of enemy line before going to the core. She found the place where her hostage might be, hunches as she said it. She kicked it open to found the ‘daughter’ and what it seemed to be the boss, holding her from behind and a gun to the ‘daughter’ ‘s head “Stop right there or I will shoot!” he exclaimed, a bit terrified because of her wicked smiled and her bloody attire. He then gasps, already knowing who she is “Y-you’re Alleyna Reyez…” Hyosung’s smile grew wild “Ah so you do know who I am” she chuckled “Then you know you have no chance at all” she points her gun right at him

@Hyosung 'Do you know where you are going Meto?', Ruana asked, her amusement evident in her voice. Well, the voice in his head anyway. Meto shook his head. 'I thought so. You missed a turn a while back. Remember I said take the third left?' He had a horrible memory. Then again, he didn't need it. His teddybear controlled all of his actions anyway. "I think I forgot...", he mumbled and stopped walking. Staring forward into the darkness of the alley he found himself in, Meto felt rather at ease. He'd spent several years as an 'alley princess'. It was a nickname he'd been given. Day and night, he simply sat at the end of an alley. He made no sounds, no movements. A group of beggars had settled around him. Some ogled him when they were bored, some imagined him doing dirty things and ed to it. Others made sure their resident 'princess' didn't get and ate enough to not faint every other day. Meto somehow managed to ignore the urges to eat and drink and so his metabolism was seriously messed up. 'You did forget. But that's alright, I'm here after all. Turn around, we need to go back.', Ruana cooed soothingly and he nodded.

He barely managed to take a few steps before the first hand lashed out and grabbed him by the wrist. Meto let out a short, high-pitched scream as his bear fell from his hand and quickly knelt down to scoop it back into his arms. That was the last thing he managed to do, before more hands enveloped his body and lifted him up. Meto didn't seem to care, now that Ruana was in his hands once more. But she most certainly did. 'Don't let them take you Meto. Bite them. Scratch them or they will take me away. They just made you let go of me, they will do it again. Do you want that?' His reactions was immediate. Like a wild animal he thrashed, and kicked and lashed out at anyone within rage. It didn't do anything but make a wet, funny-smelling cloth be pressed over his mouth and nose. And then everything went black. The last thing he heard was Ruana crying out his name.

An unidentified time later, he awoke in a cage. It looked like one of those large bird cages. In the room together with him were three men playing cards. Meto could hear another few talking outside of the room. The drug was still in effect and he had trouble moving his body at well. Softly, he could hear Ruana's voice. 'Don't bother Meto. You can't move yet. Just do what you do best and lie there motionlessly. I'm in the cage with you, don't worry. Ruana's here. Don't be scared, I'll protect you.' Meto nodded slowly. "I'm sorry Ruana.." As he noticed now, he was curled up on the floor of the cage, his bear right next to him. Her theory was, that the kidnappers didn't want Meto making a fuss. 'Don't worry. I know you tried. I'll get angry at you later for failing.' Again, he nodded. Nothing mattered to him, except that he was with Ruana. He was nothing without Ruana.

Unbeknownst to both Ruana and Meto, the kidnappers were now demanding money from a man the cross-dresser had used to live with. He'd been his daughter's dress-up doll. The man was rich and well-known, so he couldn't make him practically buying a human public knowledge. And unbeknownst to the kidnappers, said rich man had hired an assassin to get Meto and Ruana out of there, as well as dispose of the kidnappers once and for all. Dirty business.

@Bobby /feels the spotlight blare upon me, as the cue begins, a few regulars whooping loudly for me/
/puts on my usual 'seductive' facade, going around the pole once, before I arch my back, my hips pressed up against the metal length/
/skims the crowd, finding one person to make eye contact with, just to build up the mood before my eyes fell upon yours/
/locks my gaze with yours, my tongue peeking out to run against my lower lip, as I begin climbing up the pole, hooking my legs locked, and bending my back downwards, pursing my chest out/

@Bobby [starting wit 1st POV cause I'm on mobile ;;]

/fixes the hem of my crop top, making sure it doesn't hide more skin than it should/
/runs a hand through my hair, standing backstage as I wait for the spotlight to turn on,
initiating for me to come upon the stage/
/hears the song turn into a sultry one, taking a deep breath before I step through the curtains and onto
the black tiled stage with a pole situated right in the middle/
/stares out into the crowd, waiting for my cue, as I begin to move my hips against the pole,
biting my lower lip seductively/

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