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paradoxlol) wrote2010-10-29 08:21 pm
paradoxlol) wrote2010-10-29 08:21 pm
.010 | Video.
[Say hello to... Arthur, only he's going by the name of Dick Johnson. It's his PROFESSIONAL ALIAS. Anyway, he's wearing a tacky-but-trying-to-be-sexy polyester suit and satin shirt combo. With the top three buttons glamorously unbuttoned. He's leaning against the bar, smirking at the camera, holding a girly-looking fruity drink in one hand. Somehow, he tries to make his sips of it look manly.]
I see there's no shortage of... beautiful ladies on this boat. I'd hate to think of any of you spending your nights here... alone. A place like this... [SULTRY LOOK and he arches an eyebrow. Knowingly.] It's not safe. So, ladies, should you find yourselves in need of an escort [Said VERY meaningfully. YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT.] Don't hesitate to call. I'm very flexible and the only payment I need... is to put a smile on your face [COUGH COUGH MUTTER, he covers his mouth with his hand and turns away slightly, so that there's no video evidence of him saying this... well, you know, aside from the audio track.] For $75 an hour. [Arthur's a cheap hussy. He straightens up, resuming his sultry, flirty look, and leans closer to the camera.]
Remember, all you fine, sexy ladies out there, we're on... [He looks around, as though double checking, and then gives a terribly sleazy look to the camera that he thinks is way sexy.] International waters. Anything goes.
[He tries to end this with a cool, casual sip of his drink, but unfortunately his elbow knocks the communicator from whatever he precariously balanced it on, and it topples over, giving you an awesome, canted view of HIS SHOES.] Oh shit--!
[And there's some rustling, some movement, as Arthur scrambles to pick up the communicator. His drink spills a little, on his pants and on the communicator, and he lifts the device up so that you're looking at his face again. Attempting to regain his cool, he grins, but it's a bit forced, and shuts the camera off.]
[OOC: AND IF ANYBODY WANTS TO ENCOUNTER GIGOLO ARTHUR, just spam in here. Multiple threads, WHATEV.]
I see there's no shortage of... beautiful ladies on this boat. I'd hate to think of any of you spending your nights here... alone. A place like this... [SULTRY LOOK and he arches an eyebrow. Knowingly.] It's not safe. So, ladies, should you find yourselves in need of an escort [Said VERY meaningfully. YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT.] Don't hesitate to call. I'm very flexible and the only payment I need... is to put a smile on your face [COUGH COUGH MUTTER, he covers his mouth with his hand and turns away slightly, so that there's no video evidence of him saying this... well, you know, aside from the audio track.] For $75 an hour. [Arthur's a cheap hussy. He straightens up, resuming his sultry, flirty look, and leans closer to the camera.]
Remember, all you fine, sexy ladies out there, we're on... [He looks around, as though double checking, and then gives a terribly sleazy look to the camera that he thinks is way sexy.] International waters. Anything goes.
[He tries to end this with a cool, casual sip of his drink, but unfortunately his elbow knocks the communicator from whatever he precariously balanced it on, and it topples over, giving you an awesome, canted view of HIS SHOES.] Oh shit--!
[And there's some rustling, some movement, as Arthur scrambles to pick up the communicator. His drink spills a little, on his pants and on the communicator, and he lifts the device up so that you're looking at his face again. Attempting to regain his cool, he grins, but it's a bit forced, and shuts the camera off.]
[OOC: AND IF ANYBODY WANTS TO ENCOUNTER GIGOLO ARTHUR, just spam in here. Multiple threads, WHATEV.]
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[You'd have to be on drugs to wear that.]
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Re: SPAM - I am clutching at bad bond puns.
It certainly doesn't blow.
I won't ask what you were doing undressing corpses of drug addicts.
Re: SPAM - ahaha I love it
Re: SPAM - gooooooood, cause I'm failing at this. :D
Did you think I meant any of that seriously?
[He sips at that martini cooly.]
Re: SPAM - pffth, you're doing fine!
[But he eyes Bond warily nonetheless, as he sips his appletini.]
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That would have been stupid of you, wouldn't it?
[And he can't imagine that ever happening, no.]
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