[Chiru] just a little BLACK magic

[Remis Baguazhang]

Well,here I am... It was one of those nights for Remis. Sprawled out in a lounge chair overlooking the dance floor, he found himself slowly growing bored with the night. Given his nature as an adrenaline-seeking manipulator, it was not very hard to bore the twenty-one year old womanizer. This (pathetic) nightclub did little for him besides provide his dark green eyes with some dancing eye candy. For a moment, the man found himself entranced in the swaying of hips and the rhythmic shifting of feet. The very idea of femininity got him riled and ready to go. Without a second thought, he jumped to his feet. He was ready. The faster this job got done, the faster he could occupy himself with hedonistic pleasure of women, booze, and other happy antics.

Dressed in his usual attire of a cream-white tunic and pants, the 6'2'' model of a man strolled across the room without a care in the world. His messy black hair jumped around in delight as he marched over with a little pep in his step. Remis enjoyed his job so very much, but he couldn't lie- tonight's task was something he found himself just a little uncomfortable doing. It wasn't because he hadn't done it before, no... It was that in his heart, he knew that it was so pointless to carry out this mission. However, money is money and he would do what he needed. Such was life. As he reached the bar, he sat down and turned to his newfound neighbor.

It was a sad thing to see, really; a crime boss who had managed to live long past his prime. The sparse amount of gray hair that jumped out from the side of his head truly highlighted the deep wrinkles in his face. The old mobster just stared ahead, drinking his poison of choice as he reminisced about times where he himself would have been out on the dance floor. He had no doubt indulged in the simpler pleasures of life at one point. Remis almost wondered what he enjoyed now, and was tempted to ask. However, he was soon cut off. "I guess you're the guy they hired? Nice to meet you. I would give my name, but you already know it."

Remis smiled at the old man before turning around. He propped his elbows up on the bar and looked out over the youthful people. "Yep. So how do you want this to go down?" He spoke with enthusiasm. However, anyone who knew him well enough would know that this enthusiasm was only a sad attempt to console the other man in the conversation. Remis wasn't heartless, but rather... apathetic to worldly concerns such as life or death. He just wanted to live his life in pleasure, and it would be very hard to get in his way.

"I'm a bit tired of living my life in paranoia. I knew this day would come, y'know. Just do me a favor and slip it into the gin- while you're at it, order me another drink." The old man smiled to himself and held his glass out in front of Remis. The spy grinned. This man understood him- he understood that this wasn't anything personal. Given enough time, Remis probably would've even liked the old man; he did love the philosophical ramblings that the elder folk seemed to always have a few of. However, there was a silent understanding between these two devils of darkness- this was just business. Remis took the man's drink and seemed to be fumbling with it for a moment before giving it back to him.

"All yours. It should put you to sleep before the big coup de grace."

The man took a deep swallow as his assassin motioned for another drink from the bartender. "So tell me, kid. What do you get?"

"Same thing you got, old man. Moo-lah."

The man chuckled. "Yeah... I guess when I was your age, I would've done the same thing. Do me a favor, will ya? Get a family in a few years. It's the only regret I have."

They exchanged a few laughs, a few witty comments, maybe even a sign of genuine friendship here and there. Half-an-hour later, the man began to doze off and Remis walked to the other side of the raging club. He stood by himself for a few moments, sipping on his drink before he saw the poor man fall over. Dead.

There was a single sigh as the assassin shook his head back and forth. No one would even know what had happened that night. He had paid off the bartender hours beforehand. Guess it was time to dance.

Where was the nearest cutie?

[Chiru Miki]

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[Remis Baguazhang]

A pair of green orbs silently traced the outline of the entire club as the obnoxious music beat on around them. Things were getting steamy... The whores shook their hips against the bodies of the many young men surrounding them. Oh yes, it was in the air. Not love- such a thing didn't exist in places like this. Rather, it was something deeper... Something so ingrained within human nature that it could not be removed no matter how hard one tried. Remis didn't change his expression as he began to examine the social web that was forming in this place. Much to his displeasure, there was a not single girl on the dance floor who had not been taken for the night. They were all... preoccupied with other men. What a shame; while he could go out and steal some poor man's date, he really wasn't in the mood to break two hearts tonight. Just one would be good enough.

Drink in hand and lust in mind, Remis looked over his shoulder to see how the actual lounge section of the club was going. Oh-ho-ho... what was this? Some little girl who was much too cute for her own good was barking at a couple having a good time? That scowl on her face certainly wasn't doing her any good... Letting out a barely audible laugh, the criminal pondered to himself what fruit the night would bear him with this young woman. She was probably too young and much too stubborn, but who knew? She might be part of that family the old man was talking about.

He strolled over without much thought given to any hesitation. He had bedded prettier girls and without half of the attitude. Remis stood directly in front of the seated girl, just staring for a moment. He squatted, placing his free hand on his chin while his elbow rested on his knees. Squinting here and there, slowly moving his head around her body to see all of the different angles. Quite unusual attire for an earth bender... Especially not one looking to get laid...

Well hell. Maybe she was? Guess it didn't matter. He was going to have fun either way.

"I would try and say something to charm you, but the big "BUZZ OFF" you have written on your forehead is making me think twice."

[Chiru Miki]

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[Remis Baguazhang]

Oh, is it?

Her voice made Remis think of all the other girls he had seduced in this very club. They sounded so innocent, so pure of any kind of corruption. Given the age of this girl, it was still very possible she was innocent. Remis entertained the idea for a moment- it would be so wrong to bed a girl who had not even had her first time yet. He wouldn't care about her just like he didn't care about the other ones. Perhaps he would let this one get away just for the sake of feeling like he had not done too many bad deeds tonight. Perhaps they could exchange a few innocent kisses, maybe a little heavy petting here and there...

Or he could punish her for trying to play him. That was always possible.

The man didn't mind a girl playing hard to get, but it was painfully obvious that this little thing knew she was hot and would only open up her legs when she damn well wanted to. Leaning forward to expose breasts, raising one eyebrow, replying to an extended introduction with a curt half-hearted sentence that demanded a response in return... Remis had seen this more than a few times in his day. He smiled at the girl for her no doubt feisty nature. They were going to try and play eachother like an instrument. They would spend the entire night in a mental chess game of half-hearted flirting and half-hearted manipulation. It would be a forgettable experience, no doubt... Unless one of them did something to change it.

"Yes. I suppose it's only natural you're so opposed to men approaching you, though. With breasts like those, I'd be insecure as well."

The man stood up and promptly moved to the seat beside the young woman. He casually put his arm around her as if she was his wife herself. He attempted to pull her back from her obviously playful posture. While most men would not even dare to lay their finger on another human being without their explicit permission, being scared of women Remis had gotten over a very, very long time ago. "However, tonight I'm going to fix that problem. Lets start with something simple; why did you begin to hate your father?"

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[Chiru Miki]

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[atrb=style,text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px][style=background: #8a96a4; margin-top: 50px; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma;]I AM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, THAT IS NOT WHAT I DO[/style][style=background: #b2a0aa; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]I AM NOT A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS AND I DON'T NEED TO BE RESCUED[/style][style=background: #a5b2c2; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]ISN'T THERE A KITTEN STUCK UP A TREE SOMEWHERE?[/style][style=padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px; font: 11px/15px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4; border-bottom: 1px solid #8a96a4; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2m2w3t1.png); color: 697886;] She could nearly taste the dirty thoughts flashing across his mind, as he stared at her like something to eat. It was obvious that men at this kind of location only wanted one thing - but this one seemed like an ultra-greasy sleaze. Chiru's expression went from mildly interested to implicitly disgusted as he spoke his next words. Yes. I suppose it's only natural you're so opposed to men approaching you, though. With breasts like those, I'd be insecure as well. Oh, instantly she was hit with a wave of anger and hatred. She curled her lip in disdain, her eyebrows furrowed nearly to the center of her forehead. "Ah, yes, and I don't suppose your penis is much larger, is it, slimeball?" she growled back, leaning away from this offensive man. He swiftly sat up beside her, draping a strong arm around her, pulling her back to a straight-up position. The teenager turned her face the other direction, blowing at her bangs. While having a man's warmth was always comforting and welcome, this complete stranger did not seem to be worth her time. Chiru hadn't come to have sex with the first boy who said kind words to her, and this one had not even bothered charming her before trying to pull her into his grasp. The earthbender wasn't enjoying it at all, and she attempted to squirm away. However, tonight I'm going to fix that problem. Lets start with something simple; why did you begin to hate your father? She stopped her wiggling, and slowly turned to face her captor. Chiru narrowed her eyes, disliking this man more and more with every moment. She didn't know where he got the idea that she hated her father, but in reality, it was more like her father hated her. "Who do you think you are, a mind-reader?" she sneered, seriously considering challenging this overbearing jerk to a fight. "What makes you think you have any right to talk to me about any of my family?" [/style][style=background: #8a96a4; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]♣ tagged Remis! ♣ word count 337 ♣ notes lol she's mad ♣ ♣ credits template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC ♣[/style]

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[Remis Baguazhang]

Why did they always have to get so angry at such harmless comments? His green eyes looked at the girl with a sense of boredom; Remis felt that his emotions were similar to how one might feel about listening to the same song over and over again. At one point the song had been rich in new content, presenting a wave of new emotion and information that could only be properly analyzed if one took the time to play back what they had just heard. However, after enough plays, it was as if Remis had discovered all there was to know about the emotion of anger. It was a volatile thing that always left the aggressor feeling more or less insecure about themselves the farther on the night went.

Remis let a sigh of contempt escape his lips, followed by a brief laugh. This is what he got for messing around with teenage girls. No sense of humor whatsoever; just a crude combination of silly retorts and hormonal responses, . However, he would continue on with his little plot of showing her why she shouldn't try to play all seductive when she wasn't ready to handle the menace of real men. Truth be told, he thought he was going a bit light on her.

"A right to talk to you? And you think I'm the pretentious one. Let's be frank here- you're the one who came to this club tonight and it wasn't just to sit here all by yourself, was it?" His blindingly white teeth reflected the changing lights of the lounge. They shifted from the innocence of white to a sickly, twisted sort of yellow-green. "So calm down a bit and have a good conversation with the only person in this club who isn't trying to get up that pretty little skirt of yours. I do believe you're a bit too young to be in here anyways."

He moved his grip down to her upper thigh as he spoke. A playful flick was promptly delivered to her waistband before both of his hands were recovered in his lap. Remis looked into her squinted eyes trying to find some sense of emotion, some giveaway about her inner motivations. However, that squint was really not doing anything for him. Perhaps another comment would reveal a bit more of this seemingly typical girl. "However, back to the original subject of my interest. What is the relationship between you two? Pretty girls like yourself don't often show their vulgarity so plainly without some kind of previous stimulation." He paused, looked up and to the left, and then back down at her eyes. "In return, you can ask me anything you like."

[Chiru Miki]

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[atrb=style,text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px][style=background: #8a96a4; margin-top: 50px; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma;]I AM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, THAT IS NOT WHAT I DO[/style][style=background: #b2a0aa; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]I AM NOT A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS AND I DON'T NEED TO BE RESCUED[/style][style=background: #a5b2c2; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]ISN'T THERE A KITTEN STUCK UP A TREE SOMEWHERE?[/style][style=padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px; font: 11px/15px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4; border-bottom: 1px solid #8a96a4; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2m2w3t1.png); color: 697886;] She was really starting to hate this man. If she wanted to talk to someone tonight, she certainly didn't want it to be a rude womanizer who tried to get in the head of his victims. A right to talk to you? And you think I'm the pretentious one. Let's be frank here- you're the one who came to this club tonight and it wasn't just to sit here all by yourself, was it? Chiru glared at him, nearly pouting, although she did admit that he had a point. So calm down a bit and have a good conversation with the only person in this club who isn't trying to get up that pretty little skirt of yours. I do believe you're a bit too young to be in here anyways. But wait - she was confused. This man was the only person here that was really trying to make any kind of move on her. As his hands inched up her thigh, she snarled, and the offenders returned to his lap. She rolled her eyes, trying to be disinterested. However, back to the original subject of my interest. What is the relationship between you two? Pretty girls like yourself don't often show their vulgarity so plainly without some kind of previous stimulation. The earthbender felt her emotions flare up again when the man once again brought up the subject of her father. Was he implying that her own father would attempt a sexual maneuver on her? She slowly turned her head, trying to retain herself. He met her eyes. In return, you can ask me anything you like. All of a sudden, she had an idea. She was a performer after all, and Chiru and Lijuan often put on public shows without others even realizing. All it took was a little bit of acting, and her victim would be caught. She smirked a little, as if she were intrigued by the idea of asking him a question. The earthbender looked down and away. "My father was a bit... vulgar to me, in my younger years," she lied, the words flowing easily to her lips. "But when my mother and I needed him the most, for working on the farm and paying the bills, he had disappeared. I came here to look for him." Her brilliant green gaze returned to the face of the man, and she furrowed her eyebrows. What was she to ask him, now that she had held up her end of the bargain? "Your turn," she murmured, leaning in closer to him. "Let's start with your name." Again she let the hate shine through, the frustration and irritation of having to share space with someone as infuriating as him. But only for a moment. Chiru was well-played at this game, and she anticipated a straightforward answer. She reached up one hand and absently stroked a lock of her thick, wavy hair. [/style][style=background: #8a96a4; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]♣ tagged Remissss ♣ word count 485 ♣ notes haha ♣ ♣ credits template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC ♣[/style]

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[Remis Baguazhang]

Remis wasn't particularly paying attention to anything the young girl was saying. He casually looked up and down her body, watching for her body language to give away any tell-tale signs of lying or other mischievous behavior. There it was... A slight curl of the upper lip, moving eyes away from the "negative" stimulus. She was mad, and Remis knew.

The surprising sweetness of her response led the man to realize another fact about this young woman- though she may dislike him, she wasn't about to let him go. No... She wanted to toy with him- play with him like he was doing with her. Remis smiled at her once again- he did love showing his teeth for whatever reason. Perhaps it was to convey a sense of trustworthiness, maybe even to show that he generally enjoyed the company of another human being... Or, perhaps, it was Remis' polite way of saying you are my prey, and I have caught you. It was a pleasant gesture to show a victim the cause of their demise, yes?

The young girl finished her statement about her past life as Remis just stared into her green eyes. Though they were quite attractive, the man knew his own orbs looked just as nice in this lighting- after all, they were the same color. So she did have daddy issues- it was sadly typical, really. Father running out to do whatever while the child is left behind with the mother who inevitably ends up brainwashing the impressionable youngster out of their own nefarious will. This poor girl was the sad result of a societal failing, an error in what was supposed to the glorious Republic City. The mundane nature of the situation forced the young man to chuckle just a bit. He kept giggling all the way through her own little question. So in order to show your father that you are worthy daughter, you come to a nightclub with the intentions of meeting a man and doing whatever happens next? Oh, honey, your planning abilities are quite inadequate for this game we are about to play...

He put his arm on her exposed neck for a moment before he leaned forward into her ear. "You may call me Yuri." He paused and gestured over to the two empty bar stools that Remis and his friend had occupied only a few minutes ago. The man's dead body had been moved away. "The man who was recently taken away from over at the bar told me a similar story. He came here to look for his daughter, who had been taken away from him by her mother some years back. What was his name again..."

He paused for a moment, realizing he had actually never took the time to learn the man's last name. Shame.

"I suppose it doesn't matter. He's dead now."

[Chiru Miki]

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[atrb=style,text-align: justify; padding-bottom: 20px][style=background: #8a96a4; margin-top: 50px; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma;]I AM NOT A PRETTY GIRL, THAT IS NOT WHAT I DO[/style][style=background: #b2a0aa; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]I AM NOT A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS AND I DON'T NEED TO BE RESCUED[/style][style=background: #a5b2c2; color: e9dbc8; font: 9px Tahoma; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]ISN'T THERE A KITTEN STUCK UP A TREE SOMEWHERE?[/style][style=padding: 20px 20px 20px 20px; font: 11px/15px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4; border-bottom: 1px solid #8a96a4; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/2m2w3t1.png); color: 697886;] The man seemed to enjoy her story and question, and she glared as he allowed that to escape in a laugh. He set a delicate hand on her neck and leaned in close. She felt a tingle go down her spine as she felt his breath on her ear - only a natural reaction to being touched in such sensitive places, but she felt it all the same. A strange interaction with a strange man. You may call me Yuri. It was Chiru's turn to laugh, but she only let a small snort escape. Yuri was frequently a girl's name, and it was a wonder that this man would have grown up so handsomely, having been bestowed with such a feminine title. A few girls in the underground caves had also had that name, but she did admit that perhaps it could be a man's name, too. After all, the proof was right beside her. He continued to gesture towards the bar. She shifted to look in that direction. The man who was recently taken away from over at the bar told me a similar story. He came here to look for his daughter, who had been taken away from him by her mother some years back. What was his name again... I suppose it doesn't matter. He's dead now. She only smiled and shook her head. She felt sorry for the man, but she knew there was no chance. Was it possible that this Yuri was feeding her lies? Chiru wouldn't be terribly surprised. "My father was much younger than that anyway," she said with a delicate wave of her hand. With her other, she took a sip of the glass of alcohol she held. The bitter taste traveled down her throat, and she made a slight face. "I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by talking to me anyway," she said with a coy look, fluttering her eyelashes in the most basic, obvious form of flirtation. However, surely the man would know that this lust of hers was driven by her confused hatred, the longing for a man's touch but the discomfort that this bastard brought her. She settled closer to him, suddenly realizing how uncomfortable these couch cushions were. [/style][style=background: #8a96a4; color: e9dbc8; font: 11px Tahoma; border-left: 3px solid #8a96a4; border-right: 1px solid #8a96a4;]♣ tagged Remis! ♣ word count 372 ♣ notes o__o ♣ ♣ credits template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC ♣[/style]

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