Lovely Ladies (open)

[CHARLOTTE 'LOTTIE' MARIE CARR]

Lovely ladies going for a song

Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long

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The time was around noon. Charlotte had yet to step foot outside. Frankly the thought of a blight sun made her cringe. The brothel was a dark place, even with the lamps and stage lights. The red light that hung on the corner of the door had yet to be turned on. See, though many assume the brothel never sleeps, the truth of the matter is that though time is money, the whores had to sleep. Free time was of course from morning till afternoon, but the doors were always open, and there was always a whore or two about.

Lottie's heeled toes were up in the air of her desk and she leaned back in her chair. Her dress was slender enough to where she didn't have to push down loads of fabric to see her order of business, which was currently counting. Counting was probably Charlotte's favorite thing in the world to do. The coins made such a vibrant and inviting sound to her ears. Ever penny counted. The money was sorted into two separate jars, one of which benefited the house and paid those working in it, and one which funded Charlotte and Lucius. Though she put reasonably equal amounts into both, she could help but take a few from the uncounted mound, just for herself. For years she had done this, and she had yet to be caught, and had no intentions, of course, of doing so.

Now Charlotte once was a whore herself, this being while she was still in training under her dear friend Mama, but had since quit the gig to become headmistress. Now she just got to boss the gals around, and only dabbled in the wealthiest of requests. Lucky for her she needn't worry yet about aging. She was in fact a werewolf. Now, it's true they grow older faster than vampires, but they still stay young. Though unlike many of the vampires she had encountered, she was truly only 29 and didn't just look like she was while actually being older.

The night's events as registered so far seemed normal. No special visitor where heading into town, and it was far from a special sort of night. Rates were the same, whores were the same. Lottie couldn't foresee any particular raise in the night's proceeds, which naturally distressed her. In fact, as of late, Charlotte had been plotting new events that might encourage more quests. She had persuaded some of her workers to clean up the place, which certainly gave it a whole new look, and was considering making dancing a regular bit, even though it was slightly silly. Most men wanted to get it over and done with. Which was yet another reason she secretly was disgusted by them. Not that she would show that disgust, for at the same time, she loved their company.


Lyrics - Lovely Ladies from Les Miserables
Mood - Indifferent, bored, greedy.
Notes - Shorter than I would have it, but good enough. Please listen to the song if you don't know it XD

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[JOHNATHAN SINCLAIR.]

J O H N N Y
Life so reckless, tragedy endless
Welcome to the family

Small hands skimmed over the edges of a desk that the short male sat at, focusing on nothing really accept for a piece of paper at hand with names and room numbers, assignments. He was in charge of the front desk...so...in other words, he took names, fake or real, and wrote them down in rooms and made sure no one went into the wrong room for their night of fun. He didn't ask for payment, just a place to live. He was lucky enough he knew Lucius since he was a child. His mother was one of the many whores that worked around the brothel, and she was a rather nice woman. She worked the brothel to support him, and brought him into work everyday with her, since his father wanted nothing to do with him in the beginning. It wasn't a bad thing that he was brought here, it was more of a home than anything else. All the women that worked in the building had smothered him in affection, and it was a rather nice upbringing. Except, when he turned seven. He didn't know who, but someone, killed his mother in cold blood. Or rather, minus the blood. She was drained of her life giving blood and her corpse was left to be discovered.

From then on, his life totally turned around. He was reluctantly taken in by his father, who was vicious towards the small boy. He was barely fed, barely taken care of, and his punishments for anything wrong was a bar of red hot iron being pushed against his back, searing him wide open. He had so many scars on his back, it was terrifying to think all of that had happened. But despite all the abuse and torture, he survived another seven years, to the point where his father was viciously killed in the woods. He was fourteen, and he returned to the brothel from the blacksmiths, begging for work. Luckily, Lucius was compassionate, and let him in. Six years later, and here he was, a front desk manager, despite how shy he was. One would think of him as a pervert for living amongst the women, but he wasn't. In fact, he tended to like guys more than the women, so it all worked out evenly. He normally got along with the customers, after all, all he had to take was a name and give them a room to go to, as well as get the payment.

He played with the end of the quill as he sat behind the desk, just waiting for the next customer, well, until he checked the cash bag. He sighed and picked it up, deciding he had to give it to Lucius so he could count it out. He preferred to give it to the vampire anyway, because he looked up to the man like a son would a father, instead of the werewolf woman. He just didn't like her, and her teasing didn't help him any. A sigh slid through his lips as he walked around the building, finally gritting his teeth before walking over towards the female werewolf, setting the bag down and emptying it for her. He knew she liked money, he just didn't like being around her. He was twenty, sure, but he looked like a teen almost. He was only five foot four, and slim. A sigh ghosted through his lips as he waited before he grabbed the empty bag and turned to head back to the front desk. After all, he had a job to keep up with.

Words;; 606
Character mood;; eh
Muse;; so so
Lyrics;; Welcome To The Family - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; classical music
Tagged;; Lottie
Notes;; -pokes post- sorry. it sucks.

[CHARLOTTE 'LOTTIE' MARIE CARR]

Lovely ladies going for a song

Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long

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Oh Johnathan. How she loved the poor boy. Not in any certain away of course. She really just loved tormenting him. She'd belonged for as long as she could remember, but they'd never grown close. Though Charlotte could really understand, she didn't exactly understand why he preferred her counterpart more though. What wasn't to like about Charlotte.. right? But she did like the feeling of being feared. It was secretly invigorating, and not to mention amusing. She laughed just thinking about it! The poor boy. He was so... what was the word? Helpless isn't it.. Well, no matter, he was raised by brothel girls and didn't work for money. What a laugh! Not working for money? Please. Though I guess living in a house full of loose men and women couldn't be half bad for such a young boy.

"No where do you think you're going?" she inquired in an inviting voice. It was for an audience to be sure. She stood up out of her chair and rested a hand on her desktop, which was more or less just a table, truly. The bag once in her lap for the extra time was now safely stored in one of the two drawers in the desk. Charlotte beamed a rather evil smile. Not that she had anything bad in mind. Certainly she would never come on to such a young and poor boy. No, she was smiling because she was taller than he was, all the better to intimidate him, perhaps?

The thought of playing nice hardly crossed her mind. It was too late for friendship, it seemed. Though in theory that would have been much better for her in the long run. She didn't needed to be hated by anyways, and generally wasn't, actually. The girls at least loved her. Even though she wasn't much older than many, she still took on the role of mother. Perhaps not the best mother in the world, but a mother no less. They depended on her for the pay and the plan and advice, even. She depended on them for the pay as well. They were rich little girls but they hardly knew it. Though even with the deducted pay, Charlotte's girls seemed to been more well-off than many others in town. It was a surprise to some, but not to Lottie.

"Did you count the money, perhaps?" she asked in what seemed like sheer curiosity. Actually, it really was just curiosity in the long run. That and a means of conversation. She had yet to begin doing anything really intimidating. it was hard to guess her plans anyways.

Note: I AM SO SORRY THIS WAS TERRIBLE. I've been caught up and school things and have ZERO muse right now. I really usually write much more than this!!

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[LUCIUS DAVID SALISBURY.]

LUCIUS SALISBURY

The Red Deer. One of the most well known bordellos in Europe. It's most success with wealth had been dictated by the connections to French and Italian penthouses, trading back and forth the money makers for petty favors. Did it ever make much of a difference? Hardly. The real pleasure was that most of these whores could never be broken. It made them better than most and Lucius was rather prideful in his whores. Male or female.

Speaking of Lucius, he was strolling down the side walk briskly. His attire fabric were dyed in shades of black and purple; something unusual for him at this hour. He was not particularly in the best of moods and his normally placid manner had been replaced by a revoltingly dark one. It was rare for the man to hold such a sinister air but tonight was different.

The relatively tall and lean male strode up to the front of the brothel and with an unusual display of strength, he opened the front doors with silence shattering slams. Pale sapphire eyes were ablaze with a temper waiting to ravage someone for one breath out of place. His glare became colder when a poorly clothed slut came up to him, hobbling slightly and whining to him about something. He abruptly turned away from her when he noticed the headmistress, Charlotte, speaking to the front desk manager, Johnny. Lucius would not allow this. Regardless of what Charlotte thought, this was his brothel and she was a woman and she would stand beneath him. Werewolf or not. Yes, the headmistress was a bloody werewolf while he was a vampire. Lovely match don't you think?

He slithered over to where the pair were standing and talking and without a second thought, his arm curled around the smaller male's body. "Well now, it seems as if you two have made your introductions." He purred, muscles rippling without notice. The front desk manager was no whore but that didn't stop Lucius from touching him. The young boy had been raised in the brothel, really and he had always been the superior male figure. But once again, that didn't stop Lucius from touching him. Nothing stopped Lucius. Ever. He would do and get what he wanted. His pale eyes flickered toward the mound of coins on the table before returning to the two. "Have either of you bothered to count the money or has flapping your jaws become what pays the taxes around here nowadays?" His tone was nothing more than nonchalant but it was never a good thing for the brothel headmaster to be this way.



character | lucius david salisbury.
character mood | irritated, possessive.
author | fang.
author's muse | decent.
author's music | none.
author's notes | none.

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[JOHNATHAN SINCLAIR.]

J O H N N Y
Life so reckless, tragedy endless
Welcome to the family

All Johnny wanted to do was get back to work and relax, if it was possible. He'd already given her the money to set in funding, or whatever she wanted to do with it, he just wanted to keep away from her. She gave him the wrong vibes, and he hated the wrong vibes, not to mention being picked on, like she oh so loved to do. He saw her as a greedy woman, whereas greed had no place in his body. He was just...well. Johnny was Johnny. "No where do you think you're going?" He sighed as he heard her, biting his lip and turning his head a little. As much as he hated it, he had to turn back towards her, and that's what he did. He let his body turn and move towards her as a sigh was exhaled out of his lips, his light brown eyes focusing on her for a moment. "Back to work, ma'am," he mumbled in his soft voice. He was far too nice for his own good, and he knew that she would walk all over him in an instant now that he'd answered.

His eyes flickered, focusing on her as she stood up, a sigh working itself from his lips as he watched her own twist into a sinister smile. He knew it wasn't good. His hands shied themselves into his pockets, and he shifted his eyes away from her shyly. He knew better, always knew better. Male or female, he was always polite to them. Even if they didn't get along. He just didn't like the vibes he got from her, they threw him off and gave him the chills. Perhaps it was her greed that touched a nerve with him, either way, he didn't know. "Did you count the money, perhaps?" His eyes focused back on her almost in a subtle glare, but of course, that wasn't seen easily, even if he was human. Of course he counted the money, he was the front desk manager, he had to make sure that the money was being paid, now didn't he? He knew better than to screw up. He had the scars to prove just how much it had been burned into him.

Before he could actually utter words, a loud slam of doors caused his small body to jump, looking towards the doors. He almost expected to see an angry customer, or a drunk client...but not Lucius. He'd never really seen Lucius angry, and now that the headmaster had just strode in with a livid look, chills ran themselves down his spine. An angry vampire was more terrifying to him than an angry werewolf, for some odd reason. But if you took a regular werewolf in it's furred state and put it next to him, he'd run shrieking. Beasts larger than him terrified him to no end.

He gulped, feeling an arm move around him, Lucius' arm, but he didn't dare shrink away. "Well now, it seems as if you two have made your introductions." He nodded nervously to the pale man's words, his gaze shifting to focus on him as he felt the muscles in the arm around him ripple. "Y-yes sir," he nearly squeaked, but again, refrained from such a thing. He knew Lucius wouldn't hurt him, or well, he trusted him enough not to. "Have either of you bothered to count the money or has flapping your jaws become what pays the taxes around here nowadays?" Johnny literally flushed this time, his cheeks filling with blood, tinting them pink with his blush. Did he come off as that incompetent? "S-sorry. Yes sir. I counted them and marked them on the paper..." he whispered, his eyes flickering a little. He needed to keep track somehow, didn't he? It was all on a paper on the desk that was handed in at the end of the day. His stuttered words were brought to a halt as he bit on his tongue gently, trying to keep himself relaxed. He'd never seen Lucius angered, ever, and he knew he was. There was just that sense of anger wafting off of him, and truthfully, it terrified the poor boy out of his wits at the moment.

Words;; 702
Character mood;; spooked
Muse;; so so
Lyrics;; Welcome To The Family - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; nothing
Tagged;; lottie & lucius
Notes;; sorry, this came out odd.

[CHARLOTTE 'LOTTIE' MARIE CARR]

Lovely ladies going for a song

Got a lot of callers
But they never stay for long

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Charlotte complete resented Lucius' arrogance. Just the fact that she was a woman didn't mean she couldn't hold her own. She was what one would call "independent," which was a rather radical view for such a scandalous woman to hold. "But of course we've met Lucius. Why wouldn't I know the boy at the front desk? I have been here for a while, you know." Her voice had a slight accent to it. She was from London, sure, but she grew up in an unlikely children's home. Therefore she was often around people who spoke with funny accents. Lots of Irish kids.

She was remotely furious when he asked if they'd counted the money. He knew just as much as everyone that her biggest hobby was most certainly counting the profits. She refused to answer him on such regards. He knew that she had and she wouldn't waste her precious breath telling him.

Truth be told, though Lottie was a werewolf from birth, and werewolves and vampires did not get along in the slightest, she didn't truly hate Lucius. He was just as proud with the whores as she was, though do to womanly bias she tended to treat her girls a little better than the men. They both were appointed as a high position in this brothel, were they not? She was just as qualified as he, which was why she was indeed Headmistress. The same events he had to deal with, she had to deal with, and even though he didn't like admitting it, she was quite helpful. Not to mention the motherly love she gave! That was not actually all that sarcastic. Yes, she was greedy, egotistical, superficial, judgmental, and slightly evil, but she was a woman and mostly animal, and such motherly instincts came naturally. Maybe she wasn't the best mother figure. But she would do. Plus, she liked decorating. The house was generally quite inviting. She was also a fan of decorating for holidays, but that's another story.

Charlotte kept herself composed, but her eyes were as vicious as anything. "I don't quite see why you even care, Lucius. That is, why I'm talking to your pet here. And dear, why are you here at this hour?" It truly wasn't that late in the afternoon. She had always supposed he would arrive when the rush came, after supper, but today he was here before. "Somethin' bothering you?" she asked in a half-taunting tone. As previously noted, she was no longer in the greatest of moods. In fact, she was growing quite bitter. And as all know, Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.

Notes: Eeegad, my posts just get shorter and shorter.. : (
Muse: BLEH
Lyrics: Lovely Ladies - Les Mis
Character mood: Prideful, slightly wounded.

[LUCIUS DAVID SALISBURY.]

LUCIUS SALISBURY

Lucius was known to be a calm, reserved man on most public and private occasions. Rarely was it ever noted that he was irritable. Most believed he did not even possess the necessities to have a temper. But whoever believed that was a pathetic fool. The man whom he believed to have drained his best whore of her precious blood so many years was regretting the very action to this day, still. His own brother was knowledgeable enough to know that hell could not restrain his fury once stoked to the proper firing temperature. Once his temper had been ignited, there was no stopping it. Unfortunately, most people presumed that his calm nature was a part of his peaceful side. In fact, it was more of a warning sign that sinister things were happening or in the motion to happen regardless if anyone knew of them. Unexplained events had plagued Wolverhampton for years. Events that tended to befall former clients of The Red Deer that failed to pay up their dues or crossed too many lines with his rent boys and call girls. There were freak hunting accidents, a gun blowing a mortal's skull into nothing but chunks. A remarkably placid horse trampling a woman to death. A child, of a well known customer at the brothel, drowned without water for miles. He loathed murdering innocent children but something had to strike the man where it would hurt the most without allowing him the simpleness of his own death. The partial beheading of a priest who frequented the bordellos in Paris and Wolverhampton when he thought no one was going to notice. A woman was found hanging in the butcher's shop, nearly unrecognizable compared to the beef and pork meat cuts hanging amongst her. The only obvious note that she was there? He had left her skull still intact but her throat was completely torn open and her limbs were missing.

Who could have done such ghastly deeds in a small township such as Wolverhampton? Lucius, of course. He wasn't the most incredible vampire but he could slaughter a near hundred without anything as much as a glance. The sole brothel owner and headmaster was a monster. A blood drinking, fanged, ruthless murderer, and undead monster. Who could have thought the man who has been seen at the sanctuary on Sunday mornings is a monster? The man who pays the up most attention and care for his call girls and rent boys? The man who has charitably given up his home to the homeless in the winter? Very few individuals could, very few individuals. Frosted sapphire eyes flickered over the two other individuals in the room without a word. But he was aware of what they had said and planned to respond. But of course we've met Lucius. Why wouldn't I know the boy at the front desk? I have been here for a while, you know. All thoughts kept to himself, he merely arched a brow at her inquiry. I don't quite see why you even care, Lucius. That is, why I'm talking to your pet here. And dear, why are you here at this hour? She didn't see why he cared? As for her minuscule amount of audacity to entitle Johnny with the name 'pet' without his consent or even a simple question of is she could call anyone in this brothel that; he was not amused nor was he impressed with her display of self righteous greed, mockery, and cruelty. "Somethin' bothering you? A woman without a want for stopping once she had already begun to destroy herself. Although, for Charlotte, it would never be in the way she may suspect. This was his trademark that his personal socialites knew him by and no one here except for his brother knew him long enough and well enough to know this action.

His obvious display of anger suddenly dissipated into nothingness. There was no trace or harsh line of irritation on his features and the corner of his lips had been tugged into a faint smile. It was almost as if everything was perfect again. Undetectably, his temper had surged into an inferno that would fester and boil over for several days following this. Perhaps weeks until he came upon his surplus of vengeance. "Very well. Johnny darling, please bring me the piece of paper." He purred to the smaller male softly before smirking as he looked at Charlotte, his normally frosted irises snapping to a completely ebony hue. No ivory or anything. Just dual spheres of the deepest ebony, the hue of the void in Satan's chest. "I care because I am entitled to his well being. I care because I am all that he has left. And seeing as you are not the sole owner nor even the co-operating owner of The Red Deer, I have no obligations to explain anything to you. You may be the headmistress but rightfully you are beneath me regardless of what you think. Don't approve? Then see yourself out." He speaks, his tones a low, diabolical hiss that no creature known to man could make without some form of apprenticeship of the devil. And no mortal could hear him either. Lucky for her, the devil was visiting her in person. Then as if it never happened and without blinking, his eyes became pale blue again and his tones turned normal again. "As for why I am here at this hour, I am here to check up on one of the new rent boys. A particular client was none too careful with him as he should have been. And nothing is bothering me, Miss Charlotte." He purrs before his gaze returns to the front desk manager. "Come with me, darling. I may need your help. Charlotte, why don't you greet the new clients that are coming in a few moments. I am sure they would love to see such a beautiful woman as you greeting them and welcoming them into our family." He glanced at her before taking her pale hand into his colder than dead one and pressed his chilled lips to the back of it. He pulled away in an unhurried manner, "Oh and the governor wants to house a dinner for all business employers regardless of size next Saturday. He personally invited you and I to attend. Perhaps a coach ride to Kent later this evening is in order for you and I, Miss Carr?" He inquired, his muscular arm curling around the front desk manager's waist again, stepping off slightly before pausing for her responses.


character | lucius david salisbury.
character mood | undetectably angry.
author | fang.
author's muse | gone.
author's music | run this town - rihanna.
author's notes | finished.

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[JOHNATHAN SINCLAIR.]

J O H N N Y
Life so reckless, tragedy endless
Welcome to the family

Johnny shifted subtly in the grasp of his employer, not to pull away, but to get more comfortable. "But of course we've met Lucius. Why wouldn't I know the boy at the front desk? I have been here for a while, you know." Maybe because they barely saw each other. They were always busy, or at least Johnny was, constantly taking care of customers and taking the pay, showing them their rooms and calling the girls and guys to go have fun with their partners for the day. That was just his job, whereas he had no idea what the woman in front of him did, well, he knew one thing. She counted the money and took care of the girls. Supposedly. He'd never seen it, but he didn't see too much except his own room, friends' rooms and the front of the brothel, as well as other various places that he was required to go. He wasn't exactly the nosy type.

It took a few moments for the young man to realize how silent Lucius had fallen, and that really bothered him. He knew his boss, knew him more than he should, but that's what happens when you basically grow up around the place. And when the vampire was silent, there was usually something brewing that was boiling over steadily, hidden behind his blue eyes as if nothing was wrong. And Johnny....really didn't like that feeling. It gave him the shivers, and sent fear sparking through his nerves, firing off in rapid sequence and raising red flags in his mind that screamed warning at him. He knew to tread carefully and speak carefully when Lucius was upset. The man didn't snap viciously, but still, Johnny was frightened of anyone that was mad at him, or pissed off in general. "I don't quite see why you even care, Lucius. That is, why I'm talking to your pet here. And dear, why are you here at this hour?" The words that fell from Charlotte's mouth drew Johnny back to the present, and he suddenly frowned, a rare surge of anger sparking in his stomach. Pet? Since when was he a pet? Sure he was human, but it wasn't like he was one of the boys or girls that worked their specialties in the bedroom. Johnny was no whore. "Somethin' bothering you?" The bitter words spilled from her mouth, aimed at the man who had his arm around Johnny, so the young man kept his mouth shut, his anger fizzling out as Lucius suddenly dropped the obvious anger. That...was never a good sign. But Johnny wasn't too sure, he was just wary. He didn't want to step between a werewolf and a vampire, being a human meant his chances of survival were in the negatives if it came down to a spat between them.

Light brown eyes traveled towards the man next to him, slightly startled to see the smile on his features, but wary all the same. "Very well. Johnny darling, please bring me the piece of paper." He tensed at the sound of his name before he relaxed at the tone of voice before he nodded. He didn't mind the nicknames coming from Lucius, but that was also because he knew the man quite well. Charlotte, not so much. "Yes sir," he said before detaching himself from the cool skinned arm, scurrying to the front of the brothel hastily. He carried the paper, but he was in no real hurry to get back to the little tiff that could be occurring at the moment. He double checked the paper, seeing the hasty scrawl of the amount before he smiled and walked back. As he emerged, he was relieved to see that things hadn't gone haywire, and he handed the paper to Lucius just in time to have another request. "Come with me, darling. I may need your help. Charlotte, why don't you greet the new clients that are coming in a few moments. I am sure they would love to see such a beautiful woman as you greeting them and welcoming them into our family." He was used to those pet names, and he nodded as he set the paper down, curious as to what he could be needed for.

The words Lucius spoke to Charlotte were in one ear and out the other for Johnny, except for a few select words, like carriage and Kent. Kent...that was a neighboring town, or so Johnny believed. He wasn't too sure. He felt that arm slip around him again and he flushed slightly, shifting his gaze as they paused to wait for answers. "S-sir..." he whispered, hoping to not be rude with the small word. "May I ask what help you may need?" he asked softly. He wasn't really trying to be rude, but his curiosity sometimes got the best of him.

Words;; 807
Character mood;; uneasy, curious
Muse;; so so
Lyrics;; Welcome To The Family - Avenged Sevenfold
Listening to;; nothing
Tagged;; lottie & lucius
Notes;; good thing he didn't see lucius' black eyes. he would have freaked out.