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audition

Nov 11, 2011 23:55

The scene was dressed up like something out of a domestic advertisement. It was fake and showed a glimpse of something he wasn't actually offering, but there were enough snatches of reality in between to leave the future uncompromised. It wouldn't be anything this clean, this hopeful. The rooms were flooded with light and whatever warmth the ( Read more... )

series: death note

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mjeevas November 12 2011, 20:04:47 UTC

He looked at her and he could see she was nervous but Matt didn't really want to put her at ease. It wasn't a lie if she were to see what kind of marriage he was looking for from the start. Watching her, he took in the unnatural aspects of her appearance, and it would be too easy to use that against her.. The girl didn't seem like the strong sort and the last few prospects had only twisted his perspective on what this audition should include. He wanted to see how far he could push these people, how badly they wanted to tie themselves to anyone that they would come here ( ... )

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mjeevas November 13 2011, 04:52:34 UTC

The lights were harsh to her too. They beat relentlessly against her skin and her hair was too pale, the scar too vivid as it was revealed all over her skin. He moved closer but stopped some feet away while she finished undressing. The scar was the most prominent thing on her but it didn't stop him from noticing how she might have looked without it. It didn't look like she'd been born with it and he wondered briefly what had done it to her, but he didn't ask ( ... )

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rainboomaviator November 12 2011, 17:29:47 UTC

What on earth was she doing here. Rainbow Dash was a loner, always was and always wanted to be. She felt a few pangs of loneliness now and then, but didn't everyone? However, her friends had seemed worried about her signs of depression in the past few weeks that seemed to keep surfacing every couple of days. Their suggestion: get a significant other before she killed someone ( ... )

mjeevas November 12 2011, 20:05:14 UTC

There was something really dirty about the way the cameras rolled on the people who walked further inside. The girl's hair was a shocking inclusion to the room and he stared at it for a moment, watching the way it looked against her skin, and there were bits of her personality shining through in her voice, a confidence that felt more at place outdoors than in a closed space like this. He turned away to ash his cigarette and then looked at her again.

"What do you have to offer someone who's marrying you?" He didn't expect her to share in any of his interests, didn't particularly want that, and he doubted that they had anything in common if he had wanted it. Growing up, the diversity around him had been limited to people with potential and even then he hadn't been very interested in what he'd seen. The rest of the world seemed more of a joke when he'd stepped out into it and he'd seen girls like her and he thought he knew what they were like. "I don't like useless girls. Show me what would make you a good wife."

rainboomaviator November 12 2011, 20:23:45 UTC

Useless? Oh, if she weren't trying to win, she'd sock him for even mentioning the word. Rainbow knew she was anything but useless. Unless he had the guts to approach her himself, she could merely tempt him with her words, of what she could do if he were to choose her ( ... )

mjeevas November 13 2011, 04:53:08 UTC

"I don't really want you to clean the room in five minutes." The more she talked the more it derailed from what he wanted from her. "I want it to take you longer and I want you to look good while you're doing it." There'd been an ad from the 50's he'd read once, some masochistic bullshit, about a woman crowing her ability to vacuum in heels. Maybe he'd see how well she did in nothing but a pair of them.

The mention of video games did catch his attention but he wasn't looking for a gaming partner, he was looking for someone to fuck and to look good inside his house. "I don't like sports or challenges," he teased, blowing cigarette smoke in her direction before coming across the room and meeting her eyes again. He didn't touch her but he stood close enough to crowd her. "I could be looking for a meek, obedient wife instead. Are you capable of playing one if that's what the challenge is?" It wouldn't be anything but an act, he knew this, but he was still curious to see how far she'd go. "Show me how you're going to make me happy right

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namednotdeath November 12 2011, 18:23:11 UTC

With the Duke, her uncle, around, Katherine had had no need to get married. He'd been opposed to it, on general principle, and while she lived with him Katherine was free from the pressures of her mother and older brothers. After all, their desire for her to marry a rich man wasn't as pressing when they thought she might be able to convince her uncle to stop pursuing his lawsuits against her family ( ... )

mjeevas November 12 2011, 20:06:31 UTC

He moved closer, stopping short of the lights because he wasn't intending to reach her yet. "Why are you trying to prove anything to me though?" He was still smoking and taking her in with every second, impressions being drawn by her answer and the way she met the bright lights. "This isn't a very conventional way to search for a husband. You don't look pathetic enough not to meet a man on your own grounds. What makes you think I'll be good for you ( ... )

namednotdeath November 12 2011, 20:41:49 UTC

"I already know what the men I would meet on my own grounds are like," Katherine said. She met his eyes boldly. "Whereas I don't know anything about you, and I was curious." Really, that had been it, her curiosity taking root from when she had first seen his advertisement. There had been so little detail provided that she had been completely open to guess and make up all sorts of stories. "I don't know if you will be, but I suppose I will find out ( ... )

mjeevas November 13 2011, 05:00:55 UTC

Meeting her stare, it would have been easy to pretend there wasn't anything to her that caught his attention. Because, pretty speech or not, she was just another girl and he'd been sitting through a line of them, all pulled together by their need for someone to give them some form of security. He didn't think it's what she wanted, not exactly, but he wasn't interested enough to dive into her thoughts. The cameras were an ugly reminder of everything fucked up in his intentions and sure, interest was supposed to spark, roar to life, but he wanted to see her down on his level first ( ... )

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lionguard November 17 2011, 11:10:41 UTC

There was something awful about the room in its parody of homeliness. It was a kind of perfection that didn't exist in the real world, an illusion of a better life in which every party involved was happy in their assigned roles and there was no place for personal wishes or inner lives. Leon didn't belong there and he halfway suspected, just by looking, that the man sucking on a cigarette in the corner didn't really either; there was something in his eyes that was too sharp for this kind of precise, prescribed domesticity. Or so it seemed in a glance, until he found himself under the brightness of spotlights and it was too hard to see the other man's face when he stood outside the glow, in the shadows. Leon stood silent, waiting ( ... )

\m/ mjeevas November 18 2011, 08:55:50 UTC

"I don't have a preference to whether I end up with a husband or a wife," Matt told him, the cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The room seemed to constrict in Leon's presence and he stepped closer as if to ascertain that it was still the same. "I need to settle with someone who will do what I want and won't get in the way. But there have been several men who seem to think they would be better as wives. Perhaps the men who sent you thought you might be one of them." The words were idle mockery while he wondered who would have sent this man to him. "I don't know if I want to marry someone with a debt to pay though ( ... )

lionguard November 18 2011, 10:42:05 UTC

He looked at the man, expressionless, as he came around to face him again; he hadn't tried to turn while he was being examined from all angles despite the burn of being looked over like a piece of goods. "I don't have a choice about following orders." There were precious few options left to him but to do what he was told, and no telling what would become of him if this man decided against marrying. He had thought them all in the same conspiracy but now he wasn't sure. If Matt did marry him he might at least have some hope of killing the man and making an escape. But a man looking for depravity wasn't something he considered himself to be ( ... )

mjeevas November 19 2011, 02:09:11 UTC

Lust crept in while Leon pulled open his pants, the open reluctance in which he did so holding the taint of a thrill inside it. It'd been hard to predict how much he'd like the prospects that came in against their will to stand sullenly in the light. It was exciting to watch Leon attempt to hold himself distant from the implication being here brought and the cameras were a filthy objectification that turned toward movement and littered every room of the apartment. He caught himself staring at the man's exposed cock and thought about licking him erect to trap in a cock ring during this but he didn't want to go on his knees in front of him. "So you don't have anything to offer but what you're showing me now," Matt noted, going to an ashtray to grind the remainder of his cigarette down ( ... )

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keyflower November 21 2011, 15:51:19 UTC

It wasn't a kind place to be, beneath the lights. They were harsh and they were hot on her skin, making her sweat, showing her as something pale and washed-out and she looked down briefly at herself and couldn't imagine anyone wanting to marry her. It meant her life to do it, though, and that wasn't something she could run away from; she had been running this long and there was no going any farther, there was nowhere else to flee to where she wouldn't be found. Not on her own. There was a power in her and it was called by different names, but mostly it was just called light, and if she let herself be captured and used there would be nothing left of it soon enough, or of her. She blinked and tried to look past the shadows to see him after he'd directed her here. There had only been that one glimpse of him when she entered the room, his face lit by the glow of a cigarette ( ... )

mjeevas November 22 2011, 07:11:18 UTC

She surprised him. If the light hadn't been shining into her eyes she might have seen it too, the way he looked up from his cigarette at her answer and started paying attention ( ... )

keyflower November 22 2011, 11:37:58 UTC

Being sociable didn't sound so terrible, really. She was good with other people, most of the time. And if they ran far enough maybe that distance would be enough, for a while anyway, that she wouldn't be found. There weren't so very many options to pick and choose from, after all. She would take what was offered ( ... )

mjeevas November 24 2011, 03:03:13 UTC

He was working his way through another cigarette when she came back, having already taken her clothes away. The lights had been shut off and the room managed to gain back some of its humanity without them, even with the cameras looming visibly around them. His pulse seemed to skip at the sight of her, fire climbing into his veins, and the way her bright hair looked over her pale shoulders and the white corset only managed to draw more of a reaction. She looked like a girl he could imagine undressing on his wedding night and he wanted to run his hands all over her to feel the corset and the lace against the palm of his hands ( ... )

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