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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Aug 20, 2013 5:15:33 GMT
We're bigger than we ever dreamed, And I'm in love with being queen. "Have a safe trip home." She remarked as her last customer finished paying for a very expensive ivory blazer and leather pants. In cash, too, naturally. The woman smiled back through red lipstick and went off into the evening. Then the owner of the prestigious boutique Surasshu leaned back and exhaled. It had been a lovely day out earlier, and how better to spend it than indoors selling garments she'd made with her own blood, sweat, and fatigue.
Capella looked through the glass door to the outside world. The crowds from the afternoon were thinning, the sun a mere sliver in the far off horizon. It was time to shut up shop. She took the money out of her till and counted it quickly before folding half of it into her wallet, leaving the lip-shaped thing on the counter before putting the rest in her safe at the back of the store. It had been a good day. But now the proprietor was tired, her makeup was wearing off, and her feet were sore. She was ready to go back home and soak in rose perfumed bathwater. She grabbed the expensive bag she bought with someone else's money off of a rack and left, locking the doors behind her.
She checked herself one last time in the reflection of the pane before setting off. Admiring her clothes, she tweaked the collar of her peacoat and set off. A normal day, by all standards. She clicked her way almost two blocks toward the parkade before she suddenly realized that she was missing something. Something important. The pinkette checked her bag, sighed, and started back toward Surasshu to retrieve her wallet. What a pain. The keys jingled in her manicured hand as she walked towards the boutique. It could have been worse, she shrugged.
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Aug 23, 2013 16:08:07 GMT
 | ❝ Lionel didn’t always steal. If he could afford something in a store (and it wasn’t overpriced, of course), he would gladly pay out of his pocket for it. But, if he really liked something and it was outrageously price, he wasn’t above slipping in in the night and stealing it. As if happened, the little boutique he visited in the afternoon would be the location of one of those happenings. He was drawn in by the beautiful clothes on display, and then he saw the price tag.
Now he was back once the shop had shut its doors. The boutique owner hadn’t thoroughly checked the shop before she left, much to his pleasure. She would have found the piece of paper wedged in the back entrance if she had. He had slipped in when she was closing up, before the alarms were set. Being a thief was what he lived for so he rarely rushed into things. He sat back and waited until she had been gone for long enough before he crept out of the dressing rooms.
His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness cloaking the shop as he tiptoed to the display that had caught his eye in the afternoon. She wouldn’t miss one. The pinkette didn’t even do inventory before she closed up so he was certain she wouldn’t notice one shirt missing. He stretched his fingers towards the folded garment, keeping low and out of sight. Anyone walking by on the street would miss his presence. Someone walking in wouldn’t. Then he heard the door open.
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Aug 27, 2013 3:00:06 GMT
We're bigger than we ever dreamed, And I'm in love with being queen. She hummed as worked the key into it's slot and felt the tumblers click into their rightful place. The proprietor pushed the door open gently and continued humming right up until she looked to her left.
The silence was damning enough.
Capella's eyes narrowed, and her lips took on a dangerous curve. She seemed to have had the good fortune to slip in on a crime-in-progress. The man in question didn't seem as if he would last long in police custody, let alone jail. She slowly placed her bag on the counter, right next to the wallet that had led her back here.
The pinkette cleared her throat and walked over to where the thief was crouched, hands on a piece of her merchandise. Her heels made the only sound in the room, cracking on smooth porcelain. She bent down in front of him, only to find a much prettier package than she'd bargained for. She reached for his chin, taking it sharply between her thumb and forefinger.
"Hello, sweetheart." she breathed. "How can I help you today?"
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Sept 9, 2013 16:55:04 GMT
| ❝ A moment passed where he was sure he was safe until her eyes wondered in his direction. Lady luck had decided not to bless him, it seemed. She cursed him instead. Or, maybe not. The pinkette hadn't reached for a phone to call the police yet. He had an opportunity to escape jail time.
Lionel waited a moment longer for her to do something, almost breathing a sigh of relief when she approached. Almost. The look on her face made him more nervous than even seeing her reaching for her phone could. His instincts told him she was not a woman to trifle with. She made that obvious when she tipped his chin back and spoke with a edge that made his hairs stand up.
"Oh yes. You could." Moments like this, he relied on his wit to keep him from becoming a blabbering mess. "I saw this shirt, you see. And I really wanted to try it on. But, and this is embarrassing to say, I didn't have the money to buy it so I didn't want to disappoint you by trying it on during store hours then leave without purchasing anything." He was lying and he was sure she wouldn't buy it. "Well you caught me. How can I make it up to you?" |
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Sept 13, 2013 6:30:10 GMT
We're bigger than we ever dreamed, And I'm in love with being queen. His obvious discomfort pleased her. Capella was happy to keep him on his toes. The slight shine of fear in his eyes made them even prettier, appealed to her need for power. Capella laughed, sharp and feminine, a far cry from the dark look in her eyes. She could tell he was trying his best to keep it together. He probably wasn't caught often. It was only Lady Luck that had allowed her to stumble in on him unawares.
"A shirt?" She eyed the garment she'd seen him stretching his arm towards before, grabbing it herself. The fabric was soft, smooth, a cotton-silk blend that she'd handpicked. Well, she hand-picked and sewed most everything, which explained why she never made more than three of any garment. "Oh really?" She mused. She released his chin and smiled at him, more kindly than before. A ruse, always. "Well, you can just try it on now, then. Go ahead." She said sweetly, the cloying tone masking the true meaning of her words. The woman rocked back and forth on her heels, holding the shirt out patiently. "And we can talk about how you can make it up to me after that."
It wasn't often that Capella found herself in such a fortunate situation. She was certainly going to make the most of it, and in the process she would thoroughly teach this little thief a lesson. |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Sept 27, 2013 16:04:06 GMT
| ❝ The pink-haired woman was more frightening than any police officer could ever be. Staring into her glinting eyes was like staring down the barrel of a gun. And she enjoyed the glimpse of fear leaking into his eyes, he could tell. Even her laugh sent shivers down his spine, which he fought to suppress. But there was little he could do beside swallow his fear and stay on his toes. He refused to let himself wind up behind bars.
Jail was a place he had no intentions of going, regardless of the charges. He would do all e could to weasel his way to freedom once more. It wouldn't be easy with the pinkette. But when was anything ever easy? "Yes, that shirt. Its so nice but I just couldn't try it on then disappoint you by not buying it." The lie wasn't convincing. He could tell she wasn't buying it though she humored him.
Lionel felt like he was in quick sand, sinking steadily to the bottom. He resisted his fate with every breath he had. "Oh no, I couldn't! I would have to buy it then and, unfortunately, I am a little short on cash." The shirt hung tantalizingly close but he resisted snatching it and running. "I'll just come back another time when I can afford it. A woman was pretty as you I wouldn't disappoint." |
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Oct 4, 2013 6:45:07 GMT
| "I insist." She said, a little more forcefully this time, though still through her smiling guise. "If it fits you, I'm sure we can... figure something out." She mention casually, setting the shirt down on the counter, still within his grasp. She placed her hands of her hips and looked at the young man. Really looked.. He was a little bit sad, crouched on the floor and practically shaking in his boots like that. But... so pretty. Ebony hair and ivory skin, a sharp, boyish chin and angular cheekbones.
She touched her own in comparison if only briefly, feeling almost jealous of his more delicate bones. She shook the thoughts out of her mind quickly, though, as if shaking dust out of an old handbag. "You could do a bit of work for me. And I won't even report this little incident." She said softly, as if she weren't threatening him with jail time.
"All I ask is that you model for me. I want to make sure you're suitable for my idea." She ended on a softer note, studying her nails before glancing back at him and than to the shirt, as if drawing an invisible link between the two that ended at her. | |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Oct 23, 2013 17:25:28 GMT
| ❝ The pink haired woman gave hint to her motive, though hardly enough to ease his mind any. Lionel was still set on edge by the threat in her voice. It was either agree or spend time in a concrete cell, clad in unflattering orange. "Well, I can't say no." And he meant that literally. She left no room for anything but for him to agree. "Who could say no to one as pretty as you." Flattery was pointless at this point but he was laying it on thick anyways. It was good it appeal to her vanity.
Delicately, he lifted up the hand-stitched shirt, hesitant for just a moment. There was nothing left but to try it on and hope for the best. Maybe he wouldn't fulfill whatever vision she had for him. Then he could go home and be free for another theft another day. And he took off his shirt and replaced it with the silky garment she had dangled before him like a lure. Bait taken, he looked at her expectantly. "How do I look? I don't think I am flattering this shirt at all. I don't fill it out well." |
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Oct 24, 2013 3:50:14 GMT
| She smiled at him effervescently, lips stretched tight over ivory teeth. Nobody said no to her, of course. He wouldn't be the exception. He called her pretty but that didn't count. Being pretty was never enough. In fact it almost annoyed her that he called her pretty and she would have told him that if he hadn't obliged to finally undressing himself.
His touch on the shirt was light, as if he were handling it carefully. And right he should, all garments in her store deserved worship. Maybe she should ask him to bow down to her too while she was at it. She watched him use his other hand to lift up the old thing he was currently wearing. She couldn't say she was disappointed. Lean muscle and a naturally lithe build greeted her and she felt herself warm very slightly around the ears. His look in her clothing made her eyes widen a little bit. She didn't often hire live models but the shirt fit as if she'd sewn it on him.
She hushed his attempts to deflect her interest. Pacingly, Capella circled the man. She smoothed out wrinkles in the shirt with a gentle hand and adjusted his hair in the back, tracing the cut of the sleeve down his arm. It was partially to make him uncomfortable and partially out of wonder. She paused when she made a three-sixty and tweaked his collar with both arms.
"Very dashing." Her voice dropped an octave and she dropped her hands from his neck. "For a thief you look absolutely noble." She turned sideways and looked at her walls of garments. The designer wondered what else would look good on him. She herself hadn't even expected that outcome. She was plotting.
"Say I don't report you to the authorities today," she emphasized today, "and you work for me. A favor to a new friend. I'll even provide you with garments."
"And of course, nothing beats working in my lovely presence, wouldn't you say?"
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Dec 20, 2013 19:50:26 GMT
| ❝ Though her smile as bright and friendly, her teeth were bared in something more akin to a sneer in his eyes. It chilled him to the bones. Honestly, he took some effort in suppressing the shiver that ran up his spine. He wouldn’t show fear in front of the viperess. No matter how tight she bound him in her merciless coils, he refused to give her the satisfaction. But some part of him knew she could probably smell the fear, or maybe she took his agreement as such.
Lionel was trapped. Even his feeble attempt to repel her attention had failed miserable. She had what she needed and now she found use in him. His fate was seal. If he refused her, it meant spending time in jail. He wasn’t suited for an orange jumpsuit in the backdrop of concrete and steel. So he had no other choice. “It would be my honor.” He inspected the shirt she had smoothed out and adjusted on his lithe frame. Well, he did like the shirt after all. If only his attempt to steal it wasn’t thwarted.
“So what kind of work do you have in mind?” He wondered, glancing around the store now that he no longer had to skulk around in fear. Lionel had perused the store in the afternoon, true, but there were more people in it then. Now he could see the boutique in its entirety without anyone blocking his view. He could see a lot of garments he would have liked to own. They were all probably as overpriced as the shirt. “Did you sew these all yourself? Seems like a lot of work for just one person.” |
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Dec 22, 2013 6:00:16 GMT
| She could practically see him quivering. The slippery thief had failed to escape her clutches and that gave her satisfaction, which she paraded on her face as well as lipstick. It was an honor working with her, of course, and free labor was the best kind. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. He asked her a question, she glanced back at him, her almost-pink eyes boring into his own black irises.
She took a moment to seat herself on the cash register, her heels dangling. "Well, you'll be folding shirts, helping customers, doing things that I'd rather not waste my time doing, really." His eyes fluttered about the room. She followed his gaze wherever it went. He was probably looking for more things to pilfer. For a moment she wondered if hiring a thief was wise, but she remembered that she had him wrapped around her manicured fingers. His actual observation was unexpected. "I did, yes. Why do you think I can charge so much and people will still come and buy it?" She smiled, smoothing one hand across her skirt. "Hand-made goods are a commodity these days. Hard work even more so." Her last comment being an obvious jab at his own "line of work". |
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Dec 31, 2013 5:08:08 GMT
| ❝ Free labor, that’s what it was all about. She was pretty much blackmailing him so she could have help around her overpriced boutique that wouldn’t cost her a penny. Wonderful, just wonderful. Now he had to grin and bear it or else she’d call the cops. Her smug expression was making him burn up inside, though he hide it well under a charming smile. “I’m honored you trust me to do all that. I’ll look forward to the opportunity to be your employee.”
Maybe after he left, he could just never come back. Were there security cameras? No, she had seen his face. There had to be some way out of it. Lionel had never worked a day in his life, unless thieving counted. He was sure it didn’t. “So when would you like me to start?” He kept up his façade, all while trying to find some way to escape her clutches. She could think he was quivering in his boots for all he cared, but he wasn’t a notorious thief for nothing.
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Jan 16, 2014 5:43:38 GMT
| She drummed her nails into the counter as her eyes went through him. "I'm sure you'll have a lovely time." She stated plainly, never removing her gaze from him. "Although, before I hire you, I'd like to know your name, at least." A smile played at her lips, her heels dangled off her feet. He wouldn't be foolish enough to carry identification with him, but she liked to think that she had good intuition when it came to baldfaced lies.
"And after I get that, you're free to go do... whatever it is you do. Until seven sharp tomorrow morning, of course. If you're late..." She trailed off purposefully as she landed softly on the floor and reached for her bag. "Wear that shirt." She hoisted the bag onto her shoulder and jingled the keys. "I'm sure we've set a most illustrious agreement in motion."
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Post by LIONEL RHODES on Mar 24, 2014 14:37:33 GMT
| ❝ He was frantic to escape this arrangement and to never see the pinkette again. Lionel didn't have time to waste as some girl's free labor. But each solution was dissolved by the simple fact that she'd seen his face. There was nothing he could do about it besides comply. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"Lionel." Was there a point in lying now? Besides, there was no way his name could be tied to the various thefts he committed under the guise of Wraith. "And what is the name of my esteemed new employer?" He tried to keep sarcasm out of his voice. His cheery facade was still up, but he knew it wouldn't last forever. It was about time he took his leave and blew off some steam. |
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Post by CAPELLA BELIVEAU on Mar 29, 2014 0:42:41 GMT
♔She smiled sharply and replied- "Capella Beliveau." She replied grandly. Before turning around and leaving, her business done, she grabbed her phone out of the bag and took a quick picture of him. "Just a bit of insurance." She mused as the shutter went off. She brushed off her skirt and walked out the doors of the shop, waiting for him to leave. After he'd done so, she'd lock up and head home.
"Come now, I haven't got all night. There's champagne at home that needs drinking." She quipped at him, still in her store. That had been an eventful evening. And profitable, too. She would enjoy playing around with her adorable new acquisition. |
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