He fell upon  this place accidentally. He stopped and watched them; tall, slender, cocaine tongues and lost dreams all wrapped up in flesh and leather, waiting for salvation in the shape of a dollar bill. Fuck, they would just turn it into powder and shove it up their nose anyway...

Daisy stood by the corner, hands jammed into the pockets of his jean mini, a cinnamon smelling clove dangling from his orangey smeared lips, yah...under dim light they looked just like Robert Smith’s. He shivered slightly in his thin white T and ankle-length canvas coat...who was he fooling anyway?

The ash of the clove turns into one, long cylinder and threatens to fall. Finally he slips a hand out of his pocket, takes the sweet smelling stick out of his mouth and flicks the ashes as a tall, willowy beauty before him with dark, caramel skin and fawn-line eyes catches his gaze and blows him a kiss. Daisy quickly looks away from the giggling streetwalker and watches absentmindedly as the ashes float like broken sparrows, down to the dirty pavement.

Something in whatever sanity he's got unbroken urges him to go home, but his mind is full of years of addiction, and his veins are full of booze. Sometimes it's hard to pretend to be the person you want to be, when you portray yourself as the person they made you to be.

A 2008 black Cadillac STS rolls to a stop alongside Daisey, cutting off her view of the hooker. The deeply tinted passenger side window rolls down. The driver is a rather attractive man looking to be in his mid twenties. He has lightly tan skin, slicked back black hair and a finely tailored suit. He leans across the seat, grinning like a fox.
 
"Don't I know you from somewhere?"

2009-02-15 01:44:28 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Killer Smile [Manipulation+Subterfuge] 3,10,5,8,4, 9,4 (3 successes)  

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Daisy’s thoughts get stolen away by the approaching Caddy. His head lifts as the window slowly opens and Allesio’s beautiful face comes into view. ‘Yah, you've been dreaming of me all your life, dreamt of me so friggen heard you brought me to life.’ He moves towards the car, but remains a good distance away.

‘What took you so long to find me?’ Free hand lifts, pushing inky locks out of his face. All the while, the smoke from his clove slithers around his arm, snaking up serpentine towards Eternity.  

Alessio shrugs, letting out a light, deceptive chuckle. He idly fiddles with his cuff link as he gazes at her through the open window. His accent rings thick in his words.

"I am new to town and still... unfamiliar... Maybe you like to give me tour..."

He raises an eyebrow, smiling suggestively.

2009-02-28 23:22:47 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Manipulation+Subterfuge 9,3,6,4,5, 7,8 (4 successes)  

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Daisy giggles softly under his breath, the man is gorgeous! Gorgeous always means trouble! But, ah...what a charming smile. Momentarily Daisy is dizzy on his feet.

'I would love to show you around but,' he pouts, pausing, 'I'm sorta new here myself, only know a few places.' Alessio will probably detect the truthfulness in the cross-dresser's voice. Daisy's only been in the City a few months and wouldn't deem himself a good enough guide..but...still...yummy man!

He moves to take a step closer just as he hears the sound of another car. Distracted he turns, squints and takes a few hasty steps towards the sound. His lips part, his cigarette nearly falling. Alessio for a moment is on pause.

Alessio fights down a spike of anger as Daisy's attention is diverted. Calming himself, he leans farther over, raising his voice slightly to make sure that she hears him. He practically purrs the words out, the syllables sliding off his tongue.

"Maybe we learn the city together? You are so very beautiful... Voglio tagliare il vostro cuore e mangiarlo."

Alesio’s words follow him and try to touch his shoulder, yet they do not quite reach. Syllable by syllable they smash into an invisible wall and crash by Daisy’s feet.

The sound of the car is much closer now and whether it be a trick of the night, his intoxication or the fact that he’s just seen Jacques-Marcel’s blue BMW makes him gasp loudly and stagger off into the shadows.

Away from the yellowish tinge of illumination that the street-lights offer he stands, almost hiding in a sliver of darkness.

His heart kicks against his ribs and thrusts him back to Earth. What the fuck was he about to do?

Hands brought to his face, a look of sheer shame written all over it. How could he even think of going with another man when Jacques was at home? Could he do it?

He shakes his head trying to rid of the cobwebs that made him all hazy. ‘I’m...sorry...’ he whispers to the gorgeous Italian, as he places a safe distance between him and the Cadillac. ‘I..can’t...I...ohman...’ the words feel thick and slimy in his mouth, and his tongue feels dry.

Before the wretched part of him can take over again and shift him back into hooker-before-Jacques mode Daisy turns and runs quickly away.  

Alessio prefers to put on airs, pretending at some ideal image of himself where everything always goes exactly as he wishes, where everything works out precisely as he wants. Unfortunately, this is only a vain facade. His true self, well, that is something all together darker, more twisted and vile. Regardless of motivation, however, when Alessio wants something, he takes it...

and he wants Daisy.

He shifts the car into drive, following after his fleeing prey.

2009-03-04 16:14:58 Alessio rolls 4 dice to Dex+Drive 1,10,1,4 (failure)