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Cowboy Casanova's application
Topic Started: Apr 4 2010, 02:42 AM (144 Views)
Cowboy Casanova
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Username: Cowboy Casanova
Preferred Name: Tak/ Taku/ Takumi
Age (optional): Over twenty
Years role-playing: Eleven-ish
Favorite Genre: action, smut, victorian, midevil, old age, romance, occult, horror, mystery, fantasy yaoi, yuri... well almost everything except the things listed in my least favorite
Least favorite genre: crackish-fluff, het, harry potter, twilight
Anything you’d like to add: I hope I did this right >>


Role-playing Sample:
The smoky glass doors to the large office building swooshed open to reveal a short blond, standing about five foot three inches, in a slightly crumped black suit. His blond hair was cropped short and spiked up for a punk type look. He had two earrings in each ear with a third in his left ear, his normally chocolate brown eyes were covered in blue contacts. He reached to slid the black gloves over his pale hands, but then thought better of it. The cool November air felt good enough that he didn’t need the gloves. The haphazardly clipped name tag read, Ruki in bolded letters, he didn’t wear it all that often, he didn’t like holes in his suits. He waved to the night guard who was just outside the entrance as he clocked out, he had damn well better get paid for this overtime he was doing.

Ruki loosened his tie as he exited the office building he worked in, he’d had a bad day. He frowned slightly as he thoughts of heading home. It was still just rounding midnight and he wanted to blow off some of the steam he’d built up from his boss’ crazy attitude and work ethic. The man was an incompetent bastard. And Ruki wanted to smack him half the time and the other half he wanted to throw him in a ditch. He was proud to say he’d done the former at least once. He shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it across his arm as he walked down to his fancy car. That was one of the few perks of this job. He could afford damn near anything and everything he wanted. He unlocked the door to his car, but couldn’t for the life of him, propel his feet to carry him inside. Instead, he dropped his coat and tie carelessly across the passenger seat. After locking up, he found his feet carrying him past the businesses, down streets and twisting through alleys.

It wasn’t long before he found himself in the seaport warehouse district. From one of the nearby warehouses a heavy, pounding, thumping bass beat poured out, shaking the street Ruki was currently standing on. His head whipped around for the source of the sound before locating it. The windows were blacked out, but there was the unmistakable flash of multi-colored lights. He followed the music around before coming face to face with a guy that could have taken Sylvester Stalone’s place as Rambo. Before the man could speak, Ruki did. “How much is the cover?” He asked, taking out his wallet.

“20.” Was the quick reply. “Covers you for music and a drink, we close at dawn.” Ruki took two bills out of his wallet and forked them over. This place was obviously into the back-yard scheme of things, but if Ruki had his way, he wasn’t going to tattle.

He took a step towards the door, when a burly arm around his waist stopped him. Ruki was about to knock the daylights out of him when the arm disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “You’ll have to leave the blade with me.” Ruki blinked slowly before following the man to the switchblade peeking out of the pocket to his slacks. He’d forgotten about it.

His hand slid to the switchblade and grasped it, holding it out as if he was going to hand it over before twirled it in his other hand before dropping it into a deeper pocket. The burly man looked at him, but Ruki just matched him with a stern look of his own. “The way I see it you have three options, option A,. let me pass. Option B, I give you a little bit more convincing to let me pass. Option C, I leave and open a bottle of vodka at home. Then drunk dial this police officer I'm friendly with and tell him about the more than unsavory business that you have here.” Ruki held up a finger in time with each option. “So what’ll it be?” His look was expectant.

The Rambo look-a-like stepped back to Ruki’s satisfaction. “Good boy.” He grinned as he walked past. With the heavy bass emitting from the various speakers situated throughout the large metal building, the place was literally shaking with the music sound waves. If you could call it actually music that is. It was all bass, heavy, loud and demanding. You couldn’t even hear yourself think in a place like that. Perfect. The last thing Ruki wanted to do was think. He wanted to lose himself in music and alcohol.

The bartender was skeptical about passing him the white russian he requested until he muttered something about him not being a cop. “Besides if I was a cop, I’d be asking for speed.” He downed the drink in one gulp before moving out onto the dance floor. The ‘dance floor' looked like it must have been a storage yard for cars merely hours ago. Not that he was complaining of course. It all made for one big sensual mess in the end.

As he was heading out towards the mix of sweaty bodies moving in time to the beat of the heavy music, he found two girls hitting on him as soon as he left the bar stool. He'd easily brushed them off, and after that, no fewer than eight more people made a pass at him. It had ended with a sleeze ball reaching out and grabbing Ruki's ass, but had scurried away when Ruki brought the heel of his palm up into the man's nose. Judging from the shape that remained and the blood, the man's nose was probably broken if not dislocated. Whoopsies. Ruki smirked as he slid into the collective mass of people. Brightly colored lights flowed across the floor interchangeably. The bodies moved against each other in a sensual sort of rhythmic bump and grind. The sensations of fingers brushing hips and waists was breath-takingly delicious with the tingling of the bass adding and backing up every little touch, electrifying it.

A man with bright pink hair and a brightly colored shirt a top his jeans to match, moved closer to Ruki causing Ruki to grin at him. He curled his fingers into the belt loops of the man's jeans and gripped before tugging him in closer. He breathed in the clean scent gently masked by vanilla and honeysuckle. It wasn't a scent he wouldn't soon forget. A warm, sexy feeling of powerful lust passed through Ruki, he glanced up at the man's face, seeing the very same expression he himself was wearing. Ruki felt the need to explore this emotion with this nameless face among this faceless crowd in this nameless "club". An arm slid around his waist and at that moment, he wanted it. He wanted it bad, their hips slid together in a rythmic gyrating that could hardly be called dancing.

Ruki used the fingers angled in the other man's belt loops to tug him even closer. Fingers moved along Ruki's waist, making them teasingly down along Ruki's thighs, making him groan, inaudible over the bass. It felt like Ruki's body was on fire, he wanted more, so much more. But right now, all the wanted to do was dance and forget all about the bad thoughts of the day.
what i like about you
you hold me tight
tell me im the only one wanna come over tonight
keep on whispering in my ear tell me all the things that i wanna hear
cuz its true thats what i like about you
thats what i like about you

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