ic---Roxie carefully adjusted the mink coat she was wearing, for it was a very cold and dark night. The mink coat covered her scandalous outfit, consisting of only a lavaliere (sp?) with a ruby pendant on the end, resembling a dragon, a black, skimpy dress that came down to just above her knees, and black high-heels that were five inches tall. She was a singer at a nightclub, and a rich one at that. She was unmarried, and, in fact, she had no family at all. Roxie, ever since she could remember, was a girl who had to make it on her own, from the streets to the nightclub stage, thanks to her gifted voice, and her looks. She was a very tall girl with raven hair that reached a little past her waist and skin that was a milky white with two seductive black eyes in the midst of it. Her eyes searched that sky that was actually a little lighter than her eyes. It was late on a Saturday night, and she should be at home, in bed, but Roxie, instead of fluffing her pillows, was in front of this detective agency. This is the place, she thought, carefully heading towards the door of the agency. She went inside, hoping to find a private eye that could help her with her... problem. The whole place was dark and black as night, even though the listing in the phone book said that this agency was open 24 hours on Saturdays. She entered, a little nervous, and calls, "Hello? Is anybody here?"

ooc-- this thread, even though Roxie is a human, involves some vampires living during the 1920s, immersed in pop culture. Please join, and have lots of fun!

A tall slim woman stepped out of the dark with a coffee in hand and papers in the other "sorry i like it dark" she said in a English voice she turned the lights on and looked at the woman "can i help you?" she put the papers on a desk and stepped forward and held out her hand "im Malce Kendi" her curly shoulder length blonde hair was tied up

ic-- "Nice to meet you, Malce Kendi." Roxie holds her hand out for a handshake. "I'm actually looking for a private detective.... I have a case for him or her. I'm willing to pay a grand sum." Roxie holds out the pendant of her lavaliere (sp?) and asks, "How much do you think you could sell this for?" Roxie didn't really care about the pendant, for she was getting a dragon set in diamonds next week, so she might as well try to somewhat pawn this one.

Malce looked at the pendant "i dont know, ive never sold anything like that before" she smiled "would you like a coffee or tea? my secretary is supose to be here but she poped out" she rolled her eyes "an hour ago" she pointed to a door "how about we go into my office and talk about why you need a private detective and ill see who out of my staf is best to help you?"

PI Jeff Almond, Ex Sergant of the 157th Calvary, stumbled. Ice was beginning to form in front of the agency he worked at. He grabbed the door, "Fucking A. That was close." He fixed his tie, walked up the 12 stairs (he still counted them every day he went in and every time he went out). Jeff's desk was littered with junk, paper work, photos of crime scenes (most murders) and several of his ex girl friend (a few in his desk were her completly nude, which he still used at home to jerk off to). He dug into the few things he felt he needed to catch up on.

OOC~Jeff is say... 27.

Height:5'8

Hair Color:Dark Brown

Eyes:Blue

oh, and hey every body!

OOC: I’m so happy you got this up and running this freaking SWEET! Ok HI everyone *hugs all around*

IC: *A thin woman walking out of a speakeasy club on the wrong end of Chicago. Her black dress tattered, though she still looked like a million bucks. Her black bob hair curving in around her dark seductive eyes. Leaning against a wall, she puffed the remainder of a cigarette, and squished the butt underneath her stiletto. A black man walked out, and tilted his hat to her.*

“Good show tonight Velma”

*She smiled, and said thanks quietly… she had her costume in her coat over her arm. Walking down the alley she went into a stage door, and walked threw the darkened hall. Walking into her dressing room; she took off her jewelry, and looked down at her hands under the coat… they were stained in blood. Smiling sickly at her hands, and relishing the thought of the kill… remembering every min of it, and that poor sap that saw. She would have to go and do something about her… but she figured she should go and see her acquaintances before then. Sitting at her vanity mirror, and lighting a cigarette, and blowing smoke rings in the room… simply loving; being herself.*

OOC: Well… I look at it this way; if you have a case you have to have a suspect… I love being the bad guy… I mean bad girl! :devilflip: Hope it's cool? (and she's a vampire if you hadn't guessed that already hehe... have to have a few in there.)

*a tall man walks in to Velma and makes a respecting bow.*

*walking over to her and give her a kiss on the hand.*

*giving her a bracelet of gold with diamonds on it.*

OCC: hi everyone

*Looking as he grabed her hand and kissed it, as he always did. Seeing the extravagent gift before her. He placed it around the wrist of which he was holding, kissing her hand again. Standing up putting her arms around her body guard. It was common knowlege among there clan about these two. They never annocened it, but she had reasons why he protected her so. She bit his bottom lip, and kissed him deeply for all that he had done. Releasing him, her arms still around his neck. Simply staring into his eyes... smiling wickedly.*

*he kissed her on the neck and maked his own kiss he called (the death kiss) and sat down on a chair pulling her with him still kissing her around the neck and bites her gently on the neck and licks the blood that flows down her neck.*

*Emiting a small moan as he sucked on her neck. Tilting her head as he did so. Being craddled in his lap. Bitting her bottom lip in pleasure. Her legs up in his arms as she laid in his lap. She cared so much for him. Though they loved the mystery of there secret affair. She touched his cheak, and smeared the blood on her hands on his face, She looked at her hands, then licked his cheak. Licking up the blood. Sitting in his lap, her head against his heart.*

*his heart is dead as his body is but his soul is still there so he can still love ever since he saw her couldent removes his eyes from her he had a deep feeling that they where ment to be but how could they they was the undeads they shouldent be able to love he was confused about it wondering what they have done since they could love again it shoulden be possible for some of their kinds be able to love.*

*knowing that his heart dident pump he began to relaxe in the chair with her in his arms hoping the moment would last forever.*

*She loved him so much... always and forever. Though they kept it quiet, becuase if the others of the clan found out... it could easily be there deaths. They wern't allowed, they couldn't, it wasn't programed in vampires; for they are dead. She only heard him breathing, slow, and shallow (which was normal; and she loved it) They were meant for each other. Smling up at him, her eyes twinkling threw the darkness.*

"So where were you my darling? You were suposed to be here "protecting" me, I could of been mugged, or worse."

*She said it in a very dramtatic sarcastic manner, which she did allot, just to pick on him. Putting the back of her hand aganist her forehead, and leaning over his knees.*

*i was out and having my self some dinner i was hungry and i know that you can handle yourself and i would fell if anything bad happend to you and i would be there before you could say my name dont you remember in the 1900 where you where about to be staked by some priest i was there before he even got that stake throwing him around so he coulden harm you.*

*he asked with calm voice.*

*Sitting there in his lap, she simply smiled again, closing her eyes and opening them slowly.*

"Yes that is true, and you've saved me so many other times my dear Morbus. I owe you my very existance. Without you I don't know where I would be. I just wish there wasn't so much crime, and all that jazz. I'm sick of fighting. I had to kill innocents again becasue they were in the way."

*Showing him her hands. With a look of worry on her face.*

*why do you allways have to kill innocents what did they do since they had to die how did they piss you off and i dont want some stupid excuse like the other one (he told i was looking good) that dosent work.*

*he says with a little anger in his tone.*

*Putting her hands on her hips in a "huf" mode.*

"I'm not that bad, and for your information mister. I only kill when we are exposed, or when need be. Yes I have a good excuse. Honestly my babe they came after me! They were just a bunch of dumb kids, then all of a sudden I got jumped by a bunch of *shudder* hunters/priests. I had to kill them all, and the kids they used. Though this one girl got away. She saw everything from a distance, blonde little nothing. A singer; Roxie!"

*Leaning her back against his chest, her head on his shoulder, and simply staring at the ceiling.*

*if that was right then why dident i feel somthing that you where in danger like i use to i cant belive that its gone somthing must have happend since i dident felt that you where attacked maybe the elders have found out of somthing betwen us i hope not.*

*he saied with a worry in his face.*

*Looking at him with the same worry. She haddned thought about that.*

"Could the counsel block our mental paths or something like that? No.. they can't! can the? Maybe they sent those people to kill me... because they knew I was killed, and then you would have been so heart broken they could overrule you very quickly. I can't belive them! No... I can see it."

*She didn't know what to do... she looked twards for an answer, or some kind of wisdom.*

ic--"That would be great," Roxie said, putting her lavaliere under her mink coat and wrapping the coat ever more tightly around her body. "Could I have a coffee? I'll have it black, please," Roxie asked, following Malce into her office. As she followed Malce in, she couldn't help but remember the face of malice she had seen from an alley on the way to the club she worked at. It looked darker than the Devil, with even more sinister and evil plans. Roxie tried to shake off this image, but kept it in the back of her mind so that she would be able to tell Malce everything, if need be.

"ok black it is" she said as she walked out within minutes she was back with a coffee and a milky tea for herself "there you go" she handed the coffee to the woman and sat down at her desk moving a case file that said the word Kill on it she put it in her desk and looked at the woman "what is it that you need help with"

ic--"Thank you," Roxie said, accepting her coffee, just holding it for a few minutes before she took a deep drink of it. "I'm looking for a detective to..... help me track down someone who almost killed me a few days ago. I want to report them........ but--" Roxie stammered a bit, wanting to express her feelings, but hesitant to do so, since they were always very private. Closing her eyes, Roxie managed state her needs more clearly, "I want to report my almost-murderer, for I saw them kill a few other people, but I'm also looking for a detective because I think I've seen them somewhere else, outside of the attack. I don't know if you know, but I'm a nightclub singer, and I might have seen this person there, during one of my performances. I would pay a detective to find out who this person is, and arrest them. I can't do anything right since that attack..... I'm too nervous that they might come back for me." Roxie opened her black eyes, relieved that she had finally made her point, although she had made a fairly long speech.

"its about murder, ill have to deal with the case then" she grabbed a piece of paper and something to write with "im going to need a list of the people who were killed and if you knew them, also which nightclub do you work at?"she had other questions but could see that this woman was having trouble dealing with these murders she saw.

ic-- Roxie meekly looked at Malce, having a difficult time remembering all that had happened that hellish night. "I didn't know any of the people that were killed. This killer seems to kill at random. Oh, and I work at the Chicago nightclub. What other information do you need?" Roxie looked at Malce, knowing that she was asking questions slowly because she knew that Roxie had been upset by her near-death experience. But Roxie wanted this creep to be behind bars as quickly as possible.... even sitting in this room was difficult with the knowledge that they could be out there, right now, looking for her. She shivered with fear, trying to hide it from Malce.

"there is no need to hide your emotions from me Miss i can asure you that i wont think of you any differently" she thought for a moment wondering how to go about catching the killer who would probebly go looking for Roxie "ill have an officer acompany you everywere just to make sure you are safe" she wrote something down "you say them, so there was more than one killer?"

ic-- Roxie bit her lip and thought for a few minutes, trying to sort out all the Hell she had experienced. " There seemed to be different numbers at different times during the attack of me and others. Sometimes there was one, sometimes there were two. It was hard to tell, because it was so dark that night. But I think one of them was a woman... yes I'm almost certain. Her outline had the figure of a woman." Roxie said, sure of all her thoughts, for they were as crisp and as clear as the mark of a pencil. She smiled pleasantly and said, "I'm forever grateful to you... thank you for sending an officer to look out for me. It makes me feel so much safer."

"its my job" she said as if she had said millions of times "can you tell me any details about this woman, did she have a certain smell? did she speak? anything like that will help me find her" she wrote down something and began writeing notes she wrote fast and the page looked clutered and all the notes jumbeled up but Malce knew what order they were to be read in.

ic-- Roxie rattled off answers, "She smelled a little like cigarette smoke, but you could tell that she hadn't smoked in a few hours. She didn't talk, but here's the strangest thing I think I found... she didn't seem to use a murder weapon. I couldn't pick up the sound of a knife being used on the others or any sort of weapons of that sort. It was like she could kill them on sight......I'm no detective, but I would guess she's killing them with a certain part of herself. I don't know anything about her other than what I told you. I'm sorry." Roxie said, wracking(sp?) her brain for any other information about the murderess.

Velma swung her leg around so she was startling Morbus. She looked worried just as he did. Staring now into his eyes.*

“Morbus… I can’t afford to loose you again. I had to kill those people you understand right? I mean the council doesn’t even know where we are… do they? No, so why worry? I mean it’s not like that little blonde twit went to the police or anything. And even if she did, who would believe her, and what could they to stop us hmm?”

*Leaning down, placing her hands on the side of his face, and kissing him deeply on the lips. Her one hand running down his back, and her nails slowly scraping his skin. Pulling away slowly to rest her forehead against his, staring into his dark eyes.*

*naah your right they couldent find us before how could they now then i'm sorry i'm just worried if i lost you i wouldent be able to take that i would kill all in my sight then.*

*kissing her back with deep sensation looking her in the eyes.*

*well you better start dressing you will be on soon.*

OOC~Just wondering where my character will come into all this??? <_<

ooc-could you be the pi that keeps her safe? while we work on her case.

ic-- Roxie swallowed, not knowing what to say next and a little nervous about her trip home, because it was quite late at night. She finally gathered herself, slowly rising out of her seat, saying to Malce, "Well, it was nice meeting you, and I'm grateful for all your help, Malce. If you don't need anymore information, I'll be going.... but I was wondering if you could send someone to walk me home-- it's very dark and late outside, and I've never walked home by myself at this hour." Roxie asked Malce, hoping that she didn't ask anything that was unreasonable.

OOC~Awsome :) will try and post later

Jeff walked in to his Bosses Room with out knocking (or thinking). "Oh, sorry."

*Leaning over, still sitting with her legs spread on his lap, to her dresser to look at a clock.*

"Yeah... but I can change very quickly. I mean... we have a few more mins before I have to go."

*Smiling innocently, even though she knew that he might insist she get up and get ready before they got carried away... as they always seemed too. She didn't care. She leaned forward again, kissing him deeply again. Pushing her hips forward to graze against his. Simply teasing the daylights out of him. Her tounge twisting around his. Velma pulled Morbus closer to her;almost falling off the chair in the process.*

*he carried her over the the couch not far from them thre he laying her down on the couch and laying ontop of her and embracing her with kisses and small bites taking his handcufs and locking her to the couch and begins to undress her to play with her.*

OCC: heh children under the age of 18 dont watch this heh :devilnaughty:

OOC: wow... yeah... should keep it to a nice just almost R rateing shouldn't we

IC:*Feeling the metal clasp around her wrists (this was her faviorte game) Arching her body up, as he touched her, almost all her clothes on the floor; except her corset, and stockings. The top of her chest bleeding from his bites, but she loved every minuet of it. A small knock was heard on the door and a voice yelling in.*

"No rush...just telling you it's your 30min mark miss Kelly. Oh, and your body guard was was looking for you..."

*She laughed at looked up at him, as he kissed her stomach.*

"Yeah he found me"

*As the boy walked away... she just smiled at him, and tilted her head to the side as he kissed her.*

OCC: heh we shall try ^_^ :devilnaughty:

*kissing her with a deep sensure of lust he removed his jacket and his shirt reveling his bullet wounds that you wouldent be able to miss and if he was human he would have been dead many times now if it wasent becouse he was a vampire licking her bite wounds he made for blood he feeled a rush flow through him like a cold breeze struck him even dough he cant feel cold anymore he bigins to play with his piercing in his tounge all around her.*

OCC: hope it wasent to much for you guys and girls

Malce smiled at jeff "its ok Jeff, could you walk Roxie home" malce got up and spoke to Roxie "its ok i dont need to ask you anymore questions. ill get someone permant to watch you in the morrning"

*Vemla pulled at the chains on her wrisits... but she couldn't get away (not that she wanted too) He loved toturing her... not that she didn't love every min of it. They were so odd togehter; the relationship shouldn't work, but somehow they made it work; though always in secret. She bit her lip, and made it bleed... she was bleeding all over, and felt his peicring touch her, and that was making her shot to the moon. She had to contain her screaming, casue she didn't want to make people think she was in trouble; cause to the rest of the mortal world... her body guard was her body guard, and nothing else. She smilied as blood trickled down her lips... as she felt her lovers touch closer, and closer to the prize.*

*he smelled the blood he coudl allways smell blood and he liked the smell it was a sweet taste he crawled back ontop of her and licked the blood of her lips and playing with her with his piercing just to get her in the mood for everything that they might do after the show.*

*Emitting a simi loud moan as he pressed his body into hers. She wanted nothing more then to be there on the couch. She had pleanty of time. She looked at the clock...25mins till she had to really get her ass in gear. Bitting as the metal threw this tounge. As he countinued to play with her... letting him do whatever he desired to her.*

*he began to play around her breasts to get her soo ready for him after the show he removed the handcufs so Velma could have some fun to he played with her once again after removing the handcufs.*

*As he touched her all over, Velma sat up; her legs wrapped around his waist now not wearing really anything... feeling his body pulse against hers. Pulling head into her chest further. Digging her nails deep into his back; feeling the bullet wounds that he got cause of her. A knock on her door again.*

"15min mark Miss Kelly."

*Breathlessly telling him to back off. Pushing him onto the couch, as she just didn't care... kissing him violently on the lips. Bitting his neck, sucking the crimson blood that ran forth... getting him ready for after the show as well.*

*he was exspecting that that she would push him away he sat over in the corner of the couch and easy taking his shirt back on he buttons 2 of them and walkes over to Velma he kisses her on the neck making his (Death Kiss) on her and after he make that he begins to walk back to the couch while he is button his buttons.*

*Felling her body convulse as he "death kissed" her watching him walk to the couch. Looking at him with her dark eyes full of passion. Licking her lips, staring at him... Standing shivering slightly from the feelings he gave her. Pulling the remainder of her outfit off to put her costume on. Putting some more make up on. Leaning over the vanity, not sitting, just bending over. Looking over at him, and winking... as she continued to fix herself up for the performance... and thinking about all the fun they would have afterwards.*

*he took his jacket and putted it back on and began to walk over to the door standing at the door he told Velma that he would stand right outsite if she needed anything and acted like nothing had happend he stands outsite the door guarding the door and waithing for Velma to come out.*

*She shoke her head, and finshed getting ready the stage hand yelling*

"curtan call miss kelly the're waiting for you"

*And hearing Morbus yelling at him, that I'll be there when I'm done. Running out of the door walking past Morbus, her eyes going all down his body, and her hand grasing acrossed his sensitive area as she passed him on her way below the stage. Getting on a platform to be pushed up onto the stage.*

*The stage dark and the annocer anoying her, and the spot light comeing on.*

"Come on babe why don't we paint the town... and all that jazz
I want to ruge my knees, and role my stockings down... and all that jazz
Come on babe I know a whoopty spot where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
it's just a nosy hall where there's a nightly brall and all that jazz."

*The song going on... the piano blarring... the dancers smoken... and Velma being her usual star self.*

*he walked over next to the scene to guard her and to watch her at the same time.*

*Finishing her number... the crowd cheering, and accepting the applause. Bowing, and seeing a few of the rosses fly her way. Walking off the stage seeing Morbus standing there as always... walking to her dressing room. Winking at him as she passed. Waiting for him to follow her into the room Leaning aganist the wall till he came it to finish what he started.*