you're like toxic to me, slowly killing me inside with each breath I take ♥
In a small town in the town of Malibu, where a pretyt large house with a private beach was lying silently. The mild breeze from the winds the sea was bringing with it as it silently moved along the white beach close to the house. If you looked at it from the road, you could see the top of it over a middle sized wall that matched the house. When you first saw it from the outside, you didn't meorized it or thought anything special about it, but once you had been inside, it was on your mind.
It wasn't an orginal house, it was brand new. All the electronics where the newest, and the furunites where the expensive taste. It had it's own private beach, and a pool on the backside. But that wasn't really the thing.
A young male, you couldn't really tell his age, but you could say that he was around 23 years old was sitting on the beach, looking out over the sea as he held a stern face, not showing any emotions at all. It was in the middle of the day, and the sun was burning hot against his skin. He wore a red shirt, unbuttoned and baggy black shorts that reached just above his knees. His long black hair fell down onto his back, shimmering almost midnight blue. He fell backwards and sighned loudly as he putted his hands behind his head, and lifted an eyebrown when he saw male standing over him. "
Whaddya want, Oliwer?" Said man jumped back a bit, clearly nervous and afraid of the male lying on the sand. "
Well.. Mr Mahaka is here, and he say it's important." Oliwer where Mr Mahaka, or Jay Mahaka as his real name was, butler.
He rose from the sand, and walked back to his house, and before he could reach his door Jay came into his view.
And Jay wasn't what you would have called.. A beauty. He was how most of the mafiosos looked like, short, chubby and almost bald, and life guards following him like a tail. "
Why do I owe this pleasure of your visit, Jay?" He knew how much the mafioso hated when he was calleed by his name, and that's why he called him that. "
Very funny." One of Jay's guaurds spoke, earning a cheerful smile from him. "
Mr Tschurtschenthaler." Yes, he was parlty Italian. "
But I'm here do discuss more serious matter" Jay walked over towards his bench that was outside his house, and he followed him, not sitting down but standing. "
I know you have said no before.." And he didn't have time to finish talking before he was interrupted. "
And my answer is still no, Jay. I don't wanna go back to Italy and join your mafia, I do fine on my own, don't I?" He gestured towards his house, and grinned. "
So please, take your butler and guards and go, cause I have no interest in you at all." His face became serious, showing that he was no joking. Luckily Jay understood, and rose and began to walk. "
You have my number, call if you change your mind."
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He sighned as he walked inside, looking around at his place. He wasn't into some mafioso, he was doing his own business. People came to him either for him to assassin or if people had problems getting money back, they hired him. Since he worked lonley, and the most people knew that the mafia wanted him, so therefore they felt more secure when they hired a one-person business. The police had many times tried to caught him, but they never had the evidence to fell him. So he could silently and happily live in his house and don't move around. But he knew thatit was a high price on his head, and if someone gave evidence enough to fell him, they would be almost as rich as him. He threw himself onto one of his armchairs and turned on the TV. "
An another murder has been taking place.." He grinned as he tought back to yesterday, an another assassin that had been going perfect again, it was flawless. He was perfect.
He had everything you could wish for; A job he enjoyed, the dreamhouse, butlers and maids who cleaned his house and served him. He had everything he wanted, and if he didn't have it, he could get it easily.
"
Master, someone called Meredith wants to speak to you." He looked up and saw his butler Alexander standing in the doorway. "
Tell her I'm not home." He hated her, she was into the L.A mafia, she wanted him into their mafia also, but she also wanted him. Just the tought of her made him shiver. If it was someone he was afraid of, it was her. Meredith Jane Smith, a crazy girl with huge boobs who where chasing him around day in and night out. She was insane and obsessed with him. He didn't swing that way, and he was proud of his sexuality. He rather fuck a dude than a chick any day any time, girls where just problems anyways. "
Shall be, Master James."
Wonderful, now maybe he could relax for once sake.
[OOC; yeah. So James here is a well-known assassin. He's the outgoing type who's really realy perverted and evil, but also sweet and the real joker. You can play anything you want, One of the investigators who want's him down (knock the door be angry), or some assassin who's hired to kill him(run inside and go insane!). It's up to you! Mature for everything, sexual content, language and violence! I just want you to be descriptive and type more than two paragraphs, thanks a lot ♥ btw, he's seme. So uke thanks <: ]
Sex is evil; Evil is sin;
Sin is forgiven; so let's begin.
Subject: Re: L o v e G a m e [Open/mature] 
Sat Jul 04, 2009 3:39 pm
