The art of finesse: The Circuit
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				Title: <strong>The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 01:17:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/The_circuit.jpg)<br><br><em>Empty roads, filled with dark allies and soft noises. in the quiet hours of the <br>night , you hear high heals clicking on the hard paved road&nbsp; and sexy sultry whispering in the corners of the empty buildings.<br><br>welcome to The Circuit<br><strong><br>CIRCUIT (OR TRACK):</strong><br><br>an area where prostituted people are regularly available. This can be the area around a group of strip and pornography stores or a particular stretch of street. </em><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 05:09:25</strong>
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				The circuit, a dark and gloomy place that could get a person whatever they wanted as long as they were willing to pay the price. What few people ignore or choose to realize is that every society has rules and people who enforce them. In this world, Ricardo cared little for the dealings between John's, Pimps and the women of the evening. To him, these were his prey, this area was his hunting domain and he hated when jackals invaded his territory. <br><br>Very few people came to him and bought his product directly, and even fewer knew his birth name. Masterarm always watched the movement within "the circuit" from the sky rise he called home on the other side of town. Rarely did he walk the streets, but when word reached him of some new dealer muscling in and cutting into his profits, it drew his attention enough for a closer look. As he suspected the new threat was a novice dealer and a stupid one at that, he bought his product and chopped it up for resale. Anyone foolish enough to come in and try to set up shop in his area would end up in the hospital in intensive care, but alive none the less. Repackaging his merchandise was the biggest disrespect imaginable,&nbsp; the only suitable punishment in the eyes of Ricardo, was death. <br><br>"Spider" was either to stupid or did not heed the warnings of others when they told him that "Masterarm" was going to come personally for him. Ricardo spent nights, walking the streets and keeping his eyes and ears open. To everyone else he was just another suit looking for a piece of ass to purchase for the night. When he finally spotted the guy making a sale to a John, he started walking towards him. Spider's customer looked worried as Ricardo approached, his gaze was menacing but not directed at him. <br>"Get lost and if you inject that shit into one of these girls, you will be a dead man." <br><br><br>"Who the fuck are yuuuuu..." <br>The sound of "spider" having the air knocked out of him, caused a few random girls to tilt their heads in the opposite direction. Most of the girls had quotas to fill, filling a police report or taking time to shout for help took away from time they needed to find the next client. Ricardo towered over the man who dropped to his knee, his right arm twitching as a grin curled across his lips. <br>"I'm not a cop..."<br><br>Spider's eyes looked up at Masterarm's, his hand trembled in fear as he tried to reach for the gun tucked in the crotch of his pants. <br>"Go on...take it out and take a shot..."<br>He was taunted, foolish enough to fall for it, the next sound that echoed along the streets was the sound of bone snapping and screams drowning out the sound of sirens in the distance. A demonic laugh emitted from Ricardo's throat, enjoying the sound of the man's curses and pleads for help that fell on deaf ears. <br><br>"Turn around and crawl into the alley...reach for the gun again and you will be have to drag yourself with that quick mouth of yours...and shut the fuck up!" <br>A kick flashed across Spider's face, knocking his jaw into his head, sending him backwards towards the alley. <br><br>"Who the fuck are you...please don't kill me man...I just needed to make some money...I have a sister...and family..."<br>Spider's face was bleeding, his arm bent at an awkward angle, the tough guy was sobbing. Ricardo turned his face and spat in disgust, his hand reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a small cigarette case. <br><br>"Did I ask for questions motherfucker, I said crawl." <br>Ricardo was growing impatient, after the cigarette was tucked into the corner of his mouth, he kicked Spider into the dimly alley a small group of hobos called home. <br>"Beat it..." <br>The men around the flaming barrel, looked at the man and quickly began to walk past him. <br>"You... leave the bottle...on the floor..."<br>Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his zippo lighter and a clip of bills. <br>"here you go boys...don't spend it all in one place." <br>He lit his cigareete and took a deep drag before giving Spider a swift kick to the ribs. <br><br>"I'm sorry...stop it...please! who are you...why...I'll stop..." <br>Ricardo did not even bother repeating himself, the man was backing himself into the wall of the alley. His black Italian loafers came down on the man's shoulder, opposite of the broken arm after he had attempted to reach for the gun again. More screams of pain were mixed along his curses. Ricardo bent forward and tossed the pleading man his hankerchief. <br>"Clean youself up...want to look good for your funeral right?" <br>The man was becoming hysterical, crying and begging for dear life, his eyes overflowed with tears. <br><br>"You keep asking me I am...I'll tell you...I am the best prosecuting attorney in this state...that's who I am..." <br>The endless sounds of foot crushing bone and flesh was louder then the crackling fire next to the two of them. A grim shadow dance was portrayed on a brick wall across the alley, Faufner's large&nbsp; shadow brutally stomped the lump into the wet asphalt below. When the screams turned into wheezes and whimpers, he stopped, the cigarette at the end of his mouth was mostly ash. <br>"You came to the wrong domain..." <br>Bending over, he reached for the bottle of piss liquor the bums were chugging earlier and doused the beaten pulp that was once a body. <br>"Let this be a warning to you..." <br><br>He smiled one last time before turning around and taking a few steps away from the body, turning around to kick the flaming barrel over onto his victim. With the help of the liquor, the man ignited and consumed the body in a final excruciating set of screams. Twelve shots were heard in the alley, the bullets that were not fired. Ricardo's tie was wrinkled and his suit was splattered, he needed a fresh change immediately. Luckily for him he held stakes in a club down the street, he just hoped Jeff had a spare suit in his office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 06:01:07</strong>
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				Zach sped quickly down the street.&nbsp; Cutting a tight turn around the corner, landing the stolen sedan in the alleyway behind a cheap motel.&nbsp; He hated doing <em>this</em> sort of work anymore.&nbsp; But it was a favor to a friend from his day's before he was forced into the army.&nbsp; A very good friend who had saved his ass more times than he could recount.&nbsp; So, he would do it.&nbsp; This would make them even, since his employers didn't like him doing outside work.<br><br>Snapping back to the moment he quickly checked the chamber of his .38 revolver, it was loaded.&nbsp; Six perfectly loaded 150 grain fmj bullets sitting in front of a generous load of powder.&nbsp; Snapping his toy shut he held it under the side of his suit jacket, as he left the door open, and the engine running.&nbsp; Walking towards an back exit he he pounded on the door.&nbsp; A rather large man opened it up and swore something at him.&nbsp; Zack merely thrust his left fist quickly into his throat, and walked past him as he fell to the floor, struggling for air.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking down the hall he checked the number on every door.&nbsp; Finally 108.&nbsp; Standing in front of it he knocked, standing so that he'd be able to see if anyone checked the peep whole.&nbsp; "Who the fuck..."&nbsp; Came through the door as he fired two rounds, and heard a thud on the other side.&nbsp; Aiming just to the right of the handle he fired again, blowing the lock out of the door frame.&nbsp; With a heavy kick, the door gave way.&nbsp; Pushing it as hard as he could to get it open past the man on the floor he squeezed in.&nbsp; Quickly placing another round into the mans head.&nbsp; Hearing a shriek come from the bed, he quickly stepped further in, pointing his pistol at the women that lay there, now clutching the blankets up to her neck.<br><br>"You didn't fuckin see anything.&nbsp; Got it."&nbsp; He said with the weapon aimed at her head.<br>Weakly she nodded.&nbsp; <br>Motioning his gun towards the window her growled "Out."&nbsp; And watched her get up slowly and begin to look for her clothes.&nbsp; "No, just fucking leave!"&nbsp; He shouted growing rather impatient and pointing the gun at her again.&nbsp; She made for the window faster than he expected.&nbsp; climbing out and running away, still completely nude.&nbsp; <br><br>He quickly grabbed the clothes he could find, from both of them, tossing them into the dirty tub.&nbsp; Pulling out a book of matches he rapidly strikes it on his shoe, tossing the entire book into the clothes as they catch ablaze.&nbsp; <br><br>Turning he takes one look at the mess he made as he grabs the man's keys off an end table.&nbsp; As he hops out of the window, heading for the small parking lot.&nbsp; Holding out the key's he keeps clicking the unlock button on the very handy remote.&nbsp; Finally spotting the car he runs to it, starting it up quickly and driving off.&nbsp; <br><br>The car he stole to get there would be gone by now.&nbsp; And empty car with the door open and engine running doesn't last long in the circuit.&nbsp; And he was glad for it.&nbsp; Driving off he now only had to figure out where to dump the car.&nbsp; Seeing as he didn't leave any prints behind he didn't have to worry.&nbsp; And as for ballistics his toy would be melted down within a week, as always.&nbsp; <br><br>A slight vibration in his coat pocket made him smile as he pulled out the cheap cell phone.&nbsp; "It's done."&nbsp; Is all he said before tossing it out the window, and disappearing into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 08:25:44</strong>
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				The streets were a cold place to be at night, cold and lonely. The rushed sounds of padded footsteps were heard running down the main strip. Long black hair billowed out into the wind as the petite figure raced down in the dark. The Circuit was unknown to her, she had no idea of the dangers that lay in the dark, no idea of the temptations on each corner. The girl only knew she had to run, she had to get away, away from it all, away from him. So, she did. She ran. <br><br>Morgan had ran out with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a bag she had packed days ago in case she ever found the courage to leave him. The dark colored duffle bag was tugged over one shoulder running across her small chest to rest at one hip. She wore a pair of well used dark jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt that bore the name of a random brand name across the chest in bright red lettering. She was breathing hard and stopped around one corner to rest against the wall. Her hands rested on her knees and she peeked back to see if he was following or not. Satisfied with the outcome she looked back ahead of herself then stood up straight and started to run again.<br><br>There had to be someone around to help her. She knew that there was. Even if it was some unsavory person it was someone. Even the most… well even those people of the street could have compassion, right? <br><br>Her white sketchers helped speed her across the cold streets as she tugged a hoodie on over her head, uncaring that it covered the straps of the bag that ran across her chest, she didn’t have time to stop. She was tired, hungry, and needed to use the bathroom, but she would not stop. If she was lucky she’d find a store to let her use the facilities. If she was lucky someone would let her sleep in the back. Hide in the back. Hide from him. She had tried it before. She hid. She hid well. But he found her.<br><br><br>Eddie would find her again. He always did. He would drag her back, make her love him, make her stay. She hated him. She despised that man. Love him, no! Love to hate him... yes... love to kill him... yes... she wanted to stab his eyes out, those hateful eyes that bore into her each evening like she was some tramp. Some slut who needed to be shown what she was worth. That’s all she heard from him. She was a slut, a bitch, a whore. Some no good, slant eyed bitch who was only good for fucking, cooking, and cleaning. He wouldn’t let her forget it. She’d never forget it.<br><br>The streets were heaven compared to where she was. Compared to the unwelcomed attentions, the touching, forcing, the emotional and verbal abuse that occurred in her life every day. If she were a lesser person, a more selfish person, she’d have killed herself long ago. She’d have taken that straight razor down her wrist, down the soft skin he so loved to abuse. She could do it. She could bleed out. She could just end it. End him. And then end her. It was possible.<br><br>She took in a deep breath and stopped again to catch up with herself. Leaning against the next building she thought she saw people up ahead and then an explosion of fire. <br><br>Gunshots, fires, hookers, and the smell of burning flesh. Yes, she was definitely in the Circuit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Duchess</strong> on <strong>07-06-2009, 16:48:48</strong>
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				“Ashley, you must go home and rest” Eric groaned displeased at her work addiction. They were all heading to the bar nearby the office for some ice cold beers but as always Ashley declined the invitation. The few that were very close to her knew about her sister and chose not to intervene, but Eric was the type that uses his childish behavior as a way to make people feel better.<br>Staring blankly at the steamy cup of coffee on her desk and completely ignoring Eric. <br><br>In a flash moment an idea crossed her mind, she jumped up, almost leaving the chair fall behind her but swiftly turn and set it back straight. <br>Ashley push back her chair, grabs her coat and walk away leaving Eric with open mouth staring at her back.<br>She couldn’t tell him, she couldn’t tell any body. Candy words kept lingering in her head over and over, distracting her concentration. <br><br>"I'm gone Eric, see you tomorrow" <br><br>It was late already and she wanted to reach home fast, the only short cut available at this hour was the circuit. <br>“Are you sure?" She looked twice at her GPS Car Navigation System. Ashley didn’t like the circuit at this hour of the night, especially as a female she had to find her way out fast unless she was ready to use her gun. <br><br>Her thoughts got distracted by loud a firetruck siren rushing pass her. Ashley quickly took out her single led rotating beacon a followed the fire truck. She was off duty but in the circuit there was always work. <br>There was death body in the alley where the homeless lived but that was not what alarmed the fire truck.The fire catch up with the nearby trees. Slowly eating its way up to the empty building. Ashley step out of her car and walk closer to a fireman standing with hand in his head staring at the burn pile that looked like a human body. she was freezing and pulled out her gloves to keep her hand warm and hide how nervous she was. <br>Walking slowly behind the man holding her back straight and her head tilted high. she had to look superior especially in this man world.<br>Staring down at him but no matter how tall her 5.7 feet frame was he was taller than her yet that didn't discourage her. <br><br>I’m detective Carter she announced loud with an expressionless face. The man turn with a smile and check her up intrigued.<br><br>“Guess what, we have BBQ tonight, detective” he said laughing at his own comment.<br>Ashley ignores his comical comment and walks pass him to see the burned body.<br>it was unrecognizable, every hair on him was burned. nothing left of the clothes. She called Eric and asks him to send other detectives to check out the homicide. It couldn’t be anything but a gruesome execution, she quickly turn her back and walk towards the police car that just arrived and told them that the detectives where on their way and hoped she didn’t have to stay for this one.<br>The stench of burning flesh was not what she wanted for a nice long night rest.<br><br>A soon Eric and his partner reached she walk back to her car, back to her thoughts. It was definite, she would start searching for her sister killer and the circuit would be her playground.<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><br><br>Ashley couldn’t get her mind from her sister lifestyle and knew if she wanted to find who killed her, the best place would be starting in the circuit self. Where ells would she goes too but the amazingly fast growing club Ecstasy which became very popular in a short period of time. <br>She will start there and wait to see if anybody will recognize her as her sister Candy, maybe even use her name. Ashley raced through the empty roads of the Circuit and reach home amazingly fast. She called home, a simple apartment in a quiet neighborhood. <br>At least she could afford to live comfortable but what good did it all do ,&nbsp; when she couldn’t help her sister. <br>Once inside she quickly peeled off her working clothes and jump under the shower. The warm water felt very relaxing on her skin and washed away the whole day work off her tired limps<br>.<br>“What to wear. God, what to wear?”<br><br>Ashley stood in front of her closet, water still dripping of her skin. Staring at her boring clothes, she didn’t have anything that would scream out ho at first glance. But all the way in the back of her closet she found the dress , candy had bought a few days before she disappeared, identical dresses and she had never put the piece of cloth on her skin, memories kept haunting her. <br>Tonight was different, she will become Candy and the best way to do that is starting with the extra tight dress.<br>Spraying her favorite Guerlain perfume, a fruity scent blended from mandarins with a swift of vanilla. <br>Ashley only used the perfume when she was on man hunt, something she hasn’t done in ages but still kept buying the sweet scented treat.<br><br>Twirling in front of the mirror and taking a last glance at her reflection, she didn’t see Ashley anymore. <br>Her sister was staring back at her wearing the very short black lace dress; the fabric tightly hugged her curves and barely left anything for the imagination. With just enough coverage to pass as a dress (http://i42.tinypic.com/2hmzpt0.jpg). <br>Ashley turns around and slides her hand in her silver bangles and grabs her bag. Squeezing the bag, she felt the hard cold steel of her gun. Ashley always carry a gun with her even out of work but this time she had to chose one of her favorites a Saturday Night Special. The gun and her badge fits perfectly in her tiny bag.<br><br>Ashley quickly rushed out her apartment, almost tripping because of her four inch tall silver stilettos. “God, which man was the culprit to invent this female torture objects” she groans as she enters her car gratefully. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 03:33:39</strong>
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				The young asian looking girl continued to run down the streets. She turned down the next street, hearing the familiar sound of a car she knew well she ran into a building nearby. Luckily the door was unlocked, odd that it was, but never the less she could get off the street and out of sight of that sadistic sonuvabitch.&nbsp; <br><br>Morgan leaned back against the wall by the door and took in a few deep breaths. She was tired and just wanted to feel safe enough to sleep. She slid down the wall and looked around. A small elevator was down a hall to her right and just ahead on the right past the hallway there was a set of stairs winding upwards, three stories high. It was apparently an old apartment building, that still housed a few low income families. She bit at her lower lip and pulled her knees up to her chest, curled up against the corner. It was late in the night and the gunshots could still be heard outside. The yelling and screaming of people arguing and fighting was distinctive of the neighborhood, whoever lived in this building was used to it and didn't care either way.<br><br>The young runaway took in a long deep breath and let it out slowly. She buried her face in her lap as she tried not to think of where she was or how she got her. She wondered if her parents would ever want her back, probably not after she told them she had the abortion. She didn't want them to know that Eddie had actually beat the baby out of her. He didn't want brats he said, he didn't need more mouths to feed, so he did something his way. He did it the cheap way he said. That trip to the ER didn't seem to matter much but the baby was gone. She hated him for that. Morgan hated him for a lot. She slowly started to cry as she sat there thinking about her predicament then she sucked it up and wiped at her eyes.<br><br><strong><em>"Suck it up, Morgan... you're here.. not there..."</em></strong><br><br>She looked then with a strong defiance in her eyes, a tired but strong defiance. She decided sleeping here might be safest for now and she could continue to find help in the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 00:17:02</strong>
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				The Hummer was just about to hit the highway cutoff, when Avé's phone lit up. <em>Purple Haze.</em> played out instead of the usual droning ring tone. The girl was big on music. The song was deliberately symbolic of the source of the caller on other line. With a huff and a jabbing motion, Avé's snatched the phone and looked at the caller ID. Her short manicured thumb nail dug into the green button. "I told you that I don't need another supply for a few more weeks Gio. What do you want?" She barked. There was no answer. Avé's eyes narrowed as counted the seconds of silence. Avé could hear breathing on the other line and it was pissing her off. "Who the fuck is this?!"&nbsp; When there was still no answer, her voice went harsher than usual. <br><br>"Look you fuck-face-motherfucker-" <br><em>"It's Angelo!"</em><br>"I don't know any fucking Angelos."<br><em>"I work for-look lady, Gio got messed up. One of his buys went bad and he got his ass burned. I'm just supposed to give you the message is all."</em><br>"Fuck."<br><em>"The boss still doesn't know who did it, but-"</em><br><br>She spun the wheel to the right and cut everyone off in the last two lanes. Stepping on the gas, she floored it to the nearest exit downtown. Avé hung up, having all the information she needed. Frankly, she didn't really give a rat's ass about her dead drug supplier. Gio was a lowlife middleman that she felt needed <em>her</em> generosity. A friend of her dead lowlife ex boyfriend. It seemed ironic to her that the two had succumb to the same fate. She felt no remorse at learning of his demise, but worried about her links to the company itself. She wondered also, if his boss found out about all the freebies he had been giving Avé and the brothel. Promises of a sexual encounter or two were out of play now at least. That gave the pimp a nice warm feeling inside. <br><br><br>She looked over at Dee and mumbled something about going to the red light district. And that the girl should stay in the car if she knew what was good for her. Who knew if the ho comprehended anything Avé had said? She was toastier than she had ever seen her. It was kind of a good thing. The more fucked up she was to walk, the less she had to worry about her getting out and finding trouble while Avé was gone. <br><br>Before Avé settled on a parking spot, she scoped the area for blue lights hiding in alleyways and anything else that looked dangerously close to a cop. It was her lucky night. No one around but the whores from other brothels hanging on the street corners, and neighborhood junkie hanging off their balcony's. Avé parked the on a darkened street side, a few blocks from where she had to be. Flinging on a black, mid length coat to cover up her red corset top and way-too-tight-jeans. It reached a little passed her thighs, but did nothing to hide her knee high boots. It made her look like one of <em>them.</em> The streetwalkers. <br><br>Still, none of them had a semiautomatic Px4 Berreta nestled in any of <em>their</em> coat pockets. The piece was lightweight, and did the job good, if she needed it done. Her bullets were untraceable, and she was a trigger happy bitch, so she was mostly, always in the clear. Her slender fingers had a tight grip on the gun shaft. Her index finger already engaged on the trigger. She was on her way to pay Gio’s ’headquarters a visit. To her semi dissatisfaction, the place was locked up and no one was around. It was strange, because there was always someone there. The seclusion wasn‘t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, regardless. Avé freed her hands up, to get her lock pick out. Shimming the old rusted knob’s barrier was a piece of cake. With a <em>click</em>, she was in. She refrained from switching on any lights, she wasn’t a moron. Moving throughout the ugly, messy ass office, she hit the usual places Gio would shift through. Anything she saw with the companies name on it, she snatched. File cabinets were raided and emptied of all contents of her sister’s company ever existing . If her source was dead, she didn’t want another scumbag trying to home in on his business. The only reason she and Gio did business was because of the sheer fact that they each had blackmail on each other. <br><br>It took her a little less than twenty minutes to get every thing her sticky fingers could carry, and she was out the door in a heart beat. Her legs moved quickly down the winding stair case. A large folder clutched under her arm, and her left hand back in her pocket, clutched around her Px4’s trigger. Her pace back down the street was slow. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 04:52:06</strong>
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				Dee was laughing as the car swung around, tires squealing. It was like a roller coaster ride! She had another glass of champagne that Ave let her have, but it had spilled in the sudden turnaround. "Oops", she giggled as she tried to mop the mess up with her hands, but only accomplished getting them sticky. She tried her best to sober up as Ave scolded her mess and told her to stay in the car, <em>or else.</em> When Ave was gone, Dee locked all of the doors and pressed her face to the tinted windows, trying to see the outside world... It was so dark outside, the few street lights dim and flickering, so there was not a lot to see.<br><br>The young ho was terribly drunk, but it was the greatest thing she could ever remember. She pushed an automatic button and her window went down, and Dee sprawled on the back seat of the hummer and poked her dainty feet out the window. It was cold out, the chill coming with the night, but it felt so good. She giggled again, wondering what Ave would say when she found her ho acting like an idiot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 23:06:23</strong>
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				When Avé got to the car she cocked her neck back. Her back window was down and there were feet sticking out of it. "What the hell?" Her boots clicked to a faster pace as her walk quickened. Pee<strong>k</strong>ing through the window, Avé let out a hiss through her teeth. It was just her drunk ho crashed out in the backseat. It could have been worse. The feet could have belonged to some crack whore looking to make Avé's car her new sleeping pallet. She got in and tossed the personal files on the passenger seat, and sat in her car for a few seconds to check on her other connections. Making sure everything was still in tact. <br><br>(Sorry Baconzilla! I'm kind of back.)<br>Edited! (We're nabbing Morgan and taking her back to the mansion, as soon as she sobers up I.R.! Ha! &lt;3)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>25-06-2009, 16:46:50</strong>
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				The creaking sound of the old elevator moving downward caused small slits to form in her eyes as she tried to open them and see what was going on. Morgan had fallen asleep for only a few minutes and wasn't close to being in a deep sleep. The sounds of movement now again jerked from her dream like state back to the reality of where she was positioned. The heavy caged doors of the older elevator opened up with a loud clanging and sliding of metal. The elevator obviously had seen its better days and the rusted doors were in bad need of some WD-40. <br><br>A pale and older looking man emerged. He had that appearance that showed his overuse of alcohol and drugs. He aged far too fast for his own good. The dark circles and sunken cheeks indicated his current usage and his thin lanky frame with the pooched potbelly gave proof that he was in deep. She tried to remain still in hopes he was drunk or high enough to overlook her. His steps were slow as he limped a little and staggered. <br><br>Morgan didn't want to chance him actually catching her so as soon as his movements veered toward her, and they did, she scrambled up to her feet. Running out the door to the building she could hear him cough and wheeze after calling after her. <em>"Come to Daddy, pretty girl.. I always wanted a nice little china doll bobbing on my dick."</em> <br><br>Morgan just kept running not bothering to correct his assumptions, not really caring. She felt her fatigue run deep in her legs and stomach as she ran down the street again, stopping only to catch her breath after a couple blocks. She had good stamina but without food for energy it had left her a little under her endurance level. Suddenly the idea that she should have packed some kind of food in her bag was dawning on her more than ever. <br><br>Leaning against the side of a building she pressed her hands to her knees and dropped her bag beside her. The runaway girl tried not to cry again as she slid a little swatting in place. The sounds of more gunshots caused her to jump and jerk her head around looking for the impending danger of the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 10:54:31</strong>
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				Avé was already on edge from being in Club Ecstasy for far too long. She wasn't sure how she was going to handle things when the 'merger' went through. The whole scene left a bad taste in her mouth that she kept replaying in her head. Bar fights, raunchy girls, it was almost no different than the brothel, accept there, she would lack the control she was used to. While it was good for business, the ordeal was going to take a toll on Avé's sanity. And now this, a dead middle man whose killers could have been on their way across the border by now. Hell, they could very well have been stalking the street Avé had been parked on for the last hour and a half. That was all she and her sister needed; their names getting into the wrong hands. Then the prosecution and media rape would soon follow, like it did with the careless Heidi Fleiss. <em>Oh fuck.</em><br><br>The thought made her slam on her cigarette button on her consul, violently. Oddly enough, she didn't have any cigarettes with her, because she didn't smoke them. Yet, while she waited for the electric lighter to heat, Avé peered around the street, before proceeding to undo the cover to her hidden compartment. There on the side of her car door was a retractable cover. The forearm deep compartment it revealed held various toys Avé liked to keep close to her, besides the Berreta. A couple billy clubs took up most of the space in the panel, while her guns faced barrel down in there custom housing cases. <br><br>"Jackpot." Literally. As her slender fingers sunk down into the tight space, it pinched upon a sneaking little thing that had been so conveniently smashed under one of her billy clubs. A neatly rolled up piece of heaven. <br><br><em>Pop.</em> The cigarette lighter was primed for ignition. With a relieved sigh, Avé put the joint to her lips and inhaled as the car lighter heated up the paper and weed. Sending the hot smoke darting to the back of her throat and into her lungs. She held it in as long as she could, before gracefully releasing that reminiscent smell of hemp into the air. "I should have had this a <em>long</em> time ago." <br><br>It was on her third hit that Avé could hear some commotion in the distance. The street wasn't very subtle on hiding crime and violence. The voice of an old man echoed through the air. Mid exhale Avé was joking on her smoke. Amid her&nbsp; uncontrollable coughing, she watched as a cute little Asian girl came running down the street. <em>'Not one of our girls.'</em> Avé thought as she killed the butt of her private pleasure. Leaving it sitting on her dashboard. She sat back and watched for the girls pimp to come after her. <br><br>Time was ticking by slowly and it agitated Avé. She would never have let one of her girls run out on a customer like that. Nor would she have let the ho just sit on her lazy ass and wallow in her self pity. "Hmm. Maybe she isn't a turnout." <br><br>Avé&nbsp; got out of her car and crossed the street warily. Giving harsh glances to anyone who thought of approaching, as she neared the crying girl. There was no way to be inconspicuous about her advancing proximity. The stiletto boots had an uncanny click to them. Avé squatted on near the sobbing stranger, opposite her bag. "Hey...you really shouldn't be sitting on this street corner. People might get the wrong idea." She looked around to check on her car and the crazy street whores and chronics watching. "If you need a place to stay..." She said with a heavy sigh, "I know some where safe." What it would cost could be discussed later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 23:56:55</strong>
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				Morgan looked up as the stilettos were heard approaching her. She glanced up wondering if the woman was a street walker at first and quickly wiped at her eyes. She didn't want anyone to see her as weak, to see her crying at the very least. She pushed her fingers through her silky black locks and looked around then back to the lady again.<br><br><strong> "I was only resting... and.. I couldn't put you out like that. I.. I don't have much but I do have a little money to pay for a room somewhere, if you can direct me or something."</strong><br><br>She thought the lady seemed nice enough even if her breath smelled like stink weed. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. The woman was watching her car as she spoke to Morgan and she realized it wasn't a safe place, and that the woman was taking a risk stopping to help. She nodded once before giving in thinking she could trust her at least to take her elsewhere. After all, what could this woman do to her? She didn't' seem the murdering/raping type.<br><br>The young female held her hand out to the stranger in an attempt to get help up and to show her trust in allowing to be led to the car. Morgan was too tired to care that she may have been asked to pay by other means.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 05:14:10</strong>
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				Avé tucked her hair behind her ears and took a consoling hand to the stranger's back. Rubbing a small area in a circular motion. It was an uncharacteristic gesture for the pimp. She blamed it on the alcohol. Thankful nonetheless, that the girl wasn't one of those hysterical criers. She didn't even seem strung out, which was more than Avé could say for herself at the moment. "Really," She assured in an even tone. "It's no problem at <em>all</em>. Don't worry about the money, okay? We just need to get out of here before something ugly happens."&nbsp; Coaxing her demeanor to come off as sweet and trusting. Avé stood.<br><br>"I'm Avé-Maria." She said with a warm smile. Grabbing the girl's bag with one hand and assisting her to stand with the other. Supporting the girl's forearm with her own, Avé lead them to her car. She opened her driver's side passenger door. Placing the bag on the floor of her SUV. "Get up Dee. We have company." Avé commanded in a friendly manner, as she slapped her ho's feet. Flinging them off of what would be the girl's sitting area. "Sorry, she's had a little too much to drink tonight." Avé shook her head and held the door open for her new passenger. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomsday</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 05:31:18</strong>
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				Dee's feet were getting cold anyways, so she didn't complain when her little toes got a slap from Ave, and she withdrew them within the window and rolled up the window. Now she just spread out along the backseat, amusing herself by counting the street lights they passed as they rode on, back home. Ave said a few things, mostly to herself, and then the young woman could smell the weed. It wasn't a terribly unfamiliar scent; when she was in school, she had heard of a few people who smoked it often enough, and even a few of her friends had gotten into it. She mostly smelled it in the bathrooms and at a couple of concerts they had dragged her to, but she had never tried it for herself. It was so long ago though, she couldn't even remember the names of her girlfriends from then.<br><br>She breathed deeply the scent that wafted into the backseat, almost hoping Ave would let her try... but then she killed the butt and stopped, and Dee knew they were still very far from the mansion. She might have sat up and looked out, but she was so dazed by the alcohol, and the second-hand high she was getting. It seemed like hours later that Ave opened the door she was resting her feet on and slapped her delicate little toes again, and Dee scooted over for the other woman that Ave had found. She self-consciously straightened her tussled hair out and put on a kind smile for the girl, which came easy to her anyways. She was so drunk, anything was amusing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 19:56:36</strong>
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				Morgan looked at the woman and followed her toward the waiting car. She gave her a bit of a smile when she helped her in. The stranger's name sounded like something a nun would have, and somehow that alleviated a little of her worry. As she waited as the drunken girl moved her feet and she looked back to Ave. The way she she treated the girl named Dee made her think they had to be close friends and she slid into her place in the back seat then. She didn't say much else when spoken to, just gave a few small smiles and a nod to the girl next to her.&nbsp; Morgan didn't bother asking why they were in such a place as it was none of her business.<br><br>As she pulled on her seat belt she looked out the window as the old man had stumbled from the building in search of her. She shuddered a little and sunk down in the seat a bit. All she wanted was some food, a hot bath and a warm bed now. Wiping at her mascara streaked face she sighed a little in contemplation of where she was and how she got there. The two women in the vehicle with her seemed to fade from reality and view as the young Asian-American girl lay her head against the window and started to drift to sleep again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The art of finesse: The Circuit</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Skye</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 21:07:37</strong>
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				Avé started her car with ease. The low rumbling noise of the car engine was calming to the woman. She loved to drive, and even thought her ride was a gigantic monster, Avé drove it like a petite little Sedan. Before she went anywhere, she needed to get the foreign smell out of her car. Turning the air conditioner on full blast, she let her air freshener clear up the rank smell her joint had released. When traces of the aroma dissipated, Avé rolled up the windows and put her Hummer in <em>'Drive'</em>. She took the fastest route home, text messaging her sister while sitting at a red light, about the Asian-American find. Saying little or nothing to either girl on the way to the mansion. 
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