Felicionem Charta

[kvietka]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] I AM NOT IMMUNE, I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU. The Casino was busy as ever tonight. She carried a tray with the usual fancy pantsy glasses of vodka, martinis, margaritas, rum, and gin, umbrellas in several glasses, liquids multicoloured, and fancy pantsy cocktail shrimp platter. With her usual embarrassment, she was dressed in a black and white French maid uniform with matching velvet cat ears and tail. Fishnet stockings ran up her legs, black stilettos on her feet. She wore a garter on both of her legs, concealing two knives. She concealed a couple of knives under the apron. It was only security. After all, she did occasionally catch the usual perverted guy staring at the tail. She would throw them a glare with her cold, dagger-like eyes. It was only safety precautions. After all, she wouldn't want to lose the gift bestowed upon a young maiden upon birth. That was something reserved for a lover, which she did not have. The smell of wasted hopes, dreams, and spilt alcohol wafted through the room, diluted by the smell of French perfume and smoke. An elegant, classy, and sickening smell that Natalya had to deal with. She wanted her bucks, and this was how she was going to win it. In just about the... most slutty way you could in this city. There was worse, she was never actually touched, but she hated the fact that she was used as an item, for being a woman no less. But the Lady was good to her Ladies in Waiting. Which was both surprising and very much needed. All other work was unacceptable for her. She was either too picky or everyone else was too flawed. She preferred to think the latter. But yes, the Lady treated her right. That was what was good. This place was matrilineal. Just her style. Even if the Lady tended to be a bit secretive, a bit too proper, a bit... prissy. Yeah, that's the word. As Natalya's mother had once said, a lady must be both beautiful and deadly, or they wither away quickly. Like a rose. A kvietka. And so, Natalya was the Russian rose. Natalya herself wasn't too shabby on the mind. No one knew of her occupation. She was simply a student at the Imperial College London, a lovely quiet child who was sharp at her wits. And was probably down on her luck because of the amount of money she had and how poor and struggling she was trying to pay her tuition. She knew how to speak Russian, Belorussian, and Polish, and maybe a bit more Lithuanian than she would admit. She was great at her knives, more than she would show. After all, her father was an army man and it was expected. So it just didn't fit that she would be working here... "Eh, what is this madness?! Are you freaking cheating me here? To be beaten by a woman! Give me another hand, hit me!" an angry voice yelled. Well of course. That was to be expected. It was a usual occurrence whenever the Lady felt like playing. The Lady never took it easy. Natalya walked over to that table to place a margarita beside a mustachioed man at the table. "Lay off on them, will you? How much money have you got on them?" she whispered into the Lady's ear. The Lady knew how to have her fun.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,width: 465px; margin-top: 10px,true] ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ ♕ As busy as usual, but that is good business, very good business. The place was crowded, the drinks are escaping the restaurant as quickly as the orders came in, the people were gambling and socializing, and more people kept on moving in. As to be expected around this time of year, so many people busy in the holidays, so many tourists... so many Americans to be exactly correct. Americans must love to visit their, "mother nation" perhaps. Yet anyway, here was Christyna working out on the grounds this evening. As owner, people would have expected to see owners just walk around and stalk all of their workers while talking to the customers. That was simply too boring for the lady of course. She wanted a bit more thrill in her job - which was why she usually works as a dealer at one of the many tables in the Felicionem Charta. It was more fun that way; you get to talk to people and not to mention, hear information. Much, much better than just walking around and doing nothing - one would probably be creeping the workers out like that really. Speaking of workers, she couldn't help but think about the people she had hired - females, most of them are... aside from the chef for the restaurant (though, it is sort of independent), bellhops for the hotel (but once more, somewhat independent), and various other roles. It was a more female dominated place, as one would probably compare it to a society of geishas... aside from the fact that everyone wasn't trained to do this since they were children. Yes indeed, those Japanese geisha societies... wasn't there the thing with the Geisha girls during allied occupation of Japan? Never mind, that's history - but perhaps might be an interesting topic starter for conversation someday. Anyway, she was playing blackjack at the moment with a man. It helps her with the boredom and it's amusing to watch people respond - what's more interesting that it seems like he couldn't believe that he lost, especially to a woman. Yes very amusing. Do you know how it started? Curious no? It all started when Christyna was playing another blackjack game with a customer - they left of course, seeing as they didn't want to lose every single cash they had left on them. This man as cocky as they come, asked for a game and she merely agreed. The basics, aces either means one or eleven for the sake of a better hand, two to nine has the amounts equal to the face value, and the Jack, Queen, and King have a value of ten. Not to mention, this man was a tourist - so it would be the American version of blackjack, not to mention, a face-up shoe game. Simple, of course - house has been winning lately, and any regular visitor knew about the "stroke of luck" this lady has. The Lady shuffled the minimum of decks - six. The stranger gives in his wager - it was a table with a black sign - meaning there was a minimum of a bet of £200. He turned his his chips for his bet. Four green chips, and one red. That means it should be £250, he's just skimming over the minimum. She dealt the cards and the man gets to upward facing cards while she herself has one facing up and one facing down. Th cocky mean, having the total value of sixteen, tried to push his luck and tapped the table for another card - Christyna complies and gives him another card. Bust. She takes his bet, she didn't even need to show him her hand - it was an automatic lost after all. This was merely the first round, or so, that's what she believed happened. That was how it started really... perhaps. They continued to play with many people watching, most of the time, that man kept on having too low of a hand or kept on busting. Some times, he indeed get the better hand, but lost his winnings immediately in the next round. "Eh, what is this madness?! Are you freaking cheating me here? To be beaten by a woman! Give me another hand, hit me!" He exclaimed as the owner showed no rising emotions from his comment. She had words to say to him, but her face was as blank as ever - she was really giving it her all in it, despite having limited as dealer. Of course the "Dealer hits soft 17" rule was very helpful if it gives a slightly higher advantage over the players... But an advantage is always an advantage... and in a game like this, it's always welcomed. However, the browned haired lady noticed on of her employees - Ms. Arlovskaya - place a margarita next to a man at the table who was observing the 'fun'. "Lay off on them, will you? How much money have you got on them?" The Belorussian whispered into the Monegasque, and well... to be exact the man wasn't very careful with his bet. He wanted to go big - he thought that he was better than Christyna at blackjack... oh how wrong he was. She was the self-proclaimed master of gambling, she held herself at even a higher pedestal than this man would ever dream of. "He was the one placing the big bets..." The woman said in a state-of-the-matter tone, as she gave the man his card. He was supposed to tap the table, since it was a shoe game, but out of frustration and anger, he resorted to shouting out and slamming the table. It was at nineteen. Very close. Christyna knew that she had a soft hand, her first card was an ace. So at the moment, a soft if she counts it as eleven and a hard if that ace is a one... Then the other card was revealed - an eight - it was a tie, she has a soft nineteen and it was allowed for the dealer to stand at a soft nineteen. Of course, it was a tie and house rules are to be determined... Dealer takes all. The lady proceeded to take the bets in the betting circle. "I'm simply playing by the cards in my hand." Not hands for it was blackjack - rules dictates that the person can only hold the cards in one hand, and since it was a shoe, no one was supposed to be holding any cards aside from the dealer.

By Captain of BTN and OTE

[kvietka]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] I AM NOT IMMUNE, I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU. Well you're attracting attention to yourself. Is that what you really aim to do?" Natalya asked. Because really, if a woman were to oust a man in blackjack (and quite well), it drew attention. Call it sexist, but people still held their sexist doctrines internally, even if they wouldn't admit it. It was just a fact of nature. Human nature tended to rely on judgments. A sad truth, yes. But it was plain, plain truth, doctrine and very usual. One does not simply change human nature. No matter how awful it is. It's a pessimistic way to live, but you deal with it and eventually get used to it. "I really would try not to attract too much attention. The killings at the brothel across the street are frightening, and we're still trying to cover up for Galina's 'resignation'... I don't find it too frightening, but I'd be careful. They would try to take a scratch on your pretty little neck," Natalya said. It wasn't usual for Natalya to issue these kind of warnings, given that she would usually step back, cross her arms, and wait in solemn silence for human futility to kick in, but the murders were just chilling to the bone. Even if you accept death so easily, it's difficult to stomach it. It's not enough just to get used to the taste of the medicine. You have to swallow it. Galina's death was covered up as a resignation. It wasn't so good for the Casino's rep to be known for an employee dying. Most employees were female, young, beautiful females, and it was just a bit strange for a young, beautiful female with gorgeous and assumingly healthy body to be dying at a young age. Which lead to the conclusion of murder. Which would lead to the conclusion that the Casino was not safe. Not good for tourism. It wasn't like the Casino had too much say in what happened. They were to cover it up, something so major no less, probably with the power of money. Galina Jean-Aubry wasn't dead to the public. She simply resigned and had left to go move back to France due to family issues. Leaving the Casino clean. The public expected crime at the local brothel. But the Casino? No. It was supposed to be a clean place where one could do the dirty things they needed. It was strange, though. Every three days, the brothel down the street was plagued with a murder. And then three days later, Galina dropped. It's been two days. It was chilling, but Natalya was prepared for anything. It helped that she always carried knives with her. Which wasn't a response to the murder. It was a response done long ago, when men were... men. If only men were more like her princely brother... "Another drink, kind miss?" a smooth-tongued poker-player beckoned from another table. "Don't kind miss me, you greedy ass, you just want me over there," she thought, lifting the alcohol tray from the table. "Duty calls, but boss, be careful," Natalya said, making her rounds to the patron.

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[Asunara Wisdom]

MOD - RASIA AHRENS

Her tightly bunned hair with the single curl hanging down was just as tight as how she was feeling. Galina's death wasn't to be taken lightly and being of a managerial position rather than the more... sexy positions of the casino, well... being a manager and having one of your employees die under your watch wasn't always a good feeling. Actually, most of the time that's supposed to make you feel terrible. This place bragged good security. Of course, with the deductions set out, there shouldn't be a murder until tomorrow night but... Well, it was scary. A murder at all was bad bad bad. You don't simply drop dead like that!

She clutched at the Casino's embossed folder that was supplied in every Hotel Room, though in this folder, there were important notes and definitely quite a bit to go through. She tried her best not to wring the folder, but the nervousness was obviously eating away through her usual flirty, Frenchesque classy hostess persona. A weight had suddenly been lifted when she saw the agent come in.

"A-Are you the Miss Hernandez that they sent us?" she stuttered, trying to hold her composure. She was already shaking in her stilettos.

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Ana María had never been to the casino before. Actually, it was yet another place in London that she didn't know. It was a shame that living in such a beautiful city she would have so little knowledge about it. It was a rare thing actually. Back home, Ana María knew every street and every corner that made up her home town of Mexico City. She knew where to go to have fun, where not to go if you valued your life, and where it was better to never be caught in. This facts always saddened her, for the girl would've never thought that being where she had expected adventure she would feel so unbelievably homesick. It was a difficult transition for her, despite the fact that she was about to celebrate the two year mark. This place didn't seem as friendly as she would've expected. Growing up and living on the same city all her life had made her oblivious to that feeling of not belonging anywhere. Now she knew how strangers felt.

It didn't help matters that she spent most of her time in her apartment because it was always raining outside, and she was not a dear fan of cold rain. Or cold in general. it was one of those days when she wondered if it had been such a brilliant idea to begin with. But she couldn't go home and admit defeat. She would never hear the end of it. This was her chance to prove that she was worth far more than what her family had tagged her at. She needed to make someone proud, even if it was just herself, and this job seemed to be the perfect way to get there.

Ana María took a deep breath before entering the casino. She didn't much about them other than the obvious. She did know, however, to dress in a matter that would draw attention in ways only a woman can. She figured it wouldn't hurt to get the attention of her target, if it turned out he was within them at the moment. The art of disguise was to learn how to hide in plain sight, become one with the environment, fit in. As she took the first steps into the card room, Ana María looked around to memorize what was there around her. She wasn't that much of a gambler, in fact she hated to lose her money in the absurd logic of luck. She did had some money, however, saved if the situation demanded it, but it wasn't something she was overly cheerful about.

"A-Are you the Miss Hernandez that they sent us?"

Ana María turned around at the mention of her name. She had grown accustomed to be addressed by her mother's surname rather than her father's, or both if it was a formal meeting. The name format outside of Spanish-speaking countries was different, and it didn't bother her as much as it once did. It was part of adapting to new encounters. The girl looked at the woman that had addressed her and couldn't help but feel the tension and nervousness that was radiating from her. Poor woman. Ana María could barely begin to imagine what it must be like for her. She imagined that this casino was like a second home for her and the people that worked alongside her like a family. Dead itself was something tragic, and though the Mexican girl felt nothing, she could still be sympathetic and careful in regard to this woman's feelings.

"Si, that's me. Please to meet you-"[/color] She said looking for a name to place in the trembling heart that held the woman together. The same trembling heart that could burst out crying. Ana María had the urge to hug the lady but she knew that stranger acts of physical contact were not exactly welcome in this country. It was a pity though, she had so much love to share and an urge for a hug herself. Instead, she offered the woman a nice sympathetic smile. The sort of smile that she could remember her mother giving her in a far off look in the past. It was one of those memories she had vivid and well planted in her mind. If it was real or a dream she did not know. But it was there and that's what counted.
"I am so sorry for you loss, but I'll need to know everything you can tell me about what's been going on, okay?"[/color] She said softly.

[Asunara Wisdom]

MOD - RASIA AHRENS

Gathering her courage, she breathed in and out.

"Galina was murdered two days ago. And we think someone's going to get murdered tomorrow. They probably gave you the evidence and fact folder but we really don't want anyone to die tomorrow. It was... really quick. W-whoever did it was really discrete. And they took her in the bathroom. It was really, really... the police said that whoever killed her was really professional and clean about it. He didn't leave any DNA evidence or anything, just that slip of paper, a-and he also took her heart, w-which was just..." Rasia said. Oh goodness that mental image of Galina's hollow chest and just sprawled on the floor in that white snow-leopard outfit... It wasn't good.

"The local brothel across from us had similar problems. We've talked to them, and it seems that maybe... maybe the killer moved onto us or something. The killer didn't kill the gigolo there, he seemed to handpick which prostitute that he'd kill. And the killer didn't kill the prostitutes by lying in bed over there, he killed them discrete and quick and also took their hearts... it was just... He didn't even steal jewelry or anything, he just killed and... Well, you get the picture. We want to... we just want to get rid of the killer. We know that we run a bit of an illegal business with the amount of gambling, and admittedly, how sexy we are, but still. Even the girls at that whorehouse have to eat. I-if you ever need anything for investigating, just ask me. I'll even provide you with one of our showgirl costumes if you need it for your investigation," Rasia said, handing the folder summing up all the information to Ana.

"W-well... good luck, dear."

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"You see, I'm not a man I am the king of illusion At heart, may I be forgiven, I am the king, the king of fools"

Francis rather enjoyed living in Christyna's casino. He hadn't been quite sure it would’ve been quite suited to his tastes, but he had been entirely wrong. He was comfortable, still a social butterfly and was living luxuriously.

Every night was a thrill for him. He met new people who were intriguing. They sparked his curiosity, and he liked conversing with them. Often he would play a game he had carefully crafted, one that tested people’s wit and charm. He possessed a large amount of charisma, which he used to his advantage to, well, seduce people.

Often enough, they were the ones who came to him. There were times when he saw someone he found absolutely beautiful, and would check to see if they were the right person. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t found them – him or her. It was a silly dream of his, wanting to find his soul mate like in a perhaps ridiculous fictional novel, but it was still one of his dreams. Every single person he met, he would wonder, Is this who I’m destined to be with? But alas, it never was.

However, that didn’t mean that he didn’t care and would easily discard his lovers, oh no. Each one meant something to him, even if they weren’t that person. Without realizing it, he had trapped himself into a continuous game, on one specific level, that would probably last the rest of his life.

But he tried not to dwell on it, and to focus on the present and not the future. It proved to be a challenge, but Francis was determined to overcome it.

He was dressed rather casually for this particular night; black trousers, newly shined black shoes, a Prussian blue, unbuttoned cardigan and an unmarked white shirt beneath. Instead of venturing in the city that night, Francis decided he would remain in the casino and test his luck for that particular night.

The man strode into card room, heading towards the place where Christyna usually sat and infuriated an endless amount of pitiful challengers. Christyna, whether she realized it or not, was quite good at that particular skill. Francis was usually entertained while he observed, and was in the mood for some early amusement.

He stopped, approximately half a yard from her table. His eyes already gleamed at the sight of the infuriated man sitting across from Christyna. What a poor, unfortunate soul. Maybe he would offer to purchase a drink for the man later to console him.

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Their blood as a Bonnefoy

There were basically two types of nights; One which passed much like the one before, with the dull drum of an uneventful life, to come and pass into another day, and the other which would make history, marked by ink or spread by lips of tales crafted by great ingenuity, or great mischief. This would not be one of the latter nights. Estelle arrived at the grand doors of the Fortuna Magnus Casino, where everyone who is anyone would be found. And anyone who is someone is watching from the shadows, letting the pawns play their game of chess. Understandably for this system and reason, Estelle's presence would cause quite a stir. Alas, duty dictates priority. With instructions to seek her client and target here, Estelle came. But of course, what's a seduction mission without a seductress? Undoubtedly Estelle Bonnefoy would attract too much attention and for a discrete mission like this, she'd figured it would be best to call upon an old friend. With hair the colour of milk, eyes like amber honey and a voice that could lure you like a siren, Estelle considered asking this epitome of beauty to be her Valentine. But then again, it would be queer asking yourself to be your own Valentine. Ah, how easy it was to be someone else nowadays. With a wig, contacts and make up, you could be anyone you so wished. A glance at the slender watch upon her wrist informed her that her client was late. Tsk-tsk. That would cost extra for Miss Millers. But this offered her the opportunity to survey the scene, a chance to see exactly who's who that's present here. First stop, Felicionem Charta, the dwelling of the peasants. This room was filled with people who were actually nice. Such amusing fools. There were eyes on her as she stepped in, looks of envy and lust that Estelle well recognised. But thankfully, all towards a beautiful stranger, and not for an alluring Estelle Bonnefoy. Tonight she was simply that, a stranger, and nothing more. Then, something ab-so-lutely amazing happened. He was here - Francis Bonnefoy. Estelle's darling older brother. Who didn't even knew she existed. The corners of her lips curled into a smile, one of rascality and intent. She took back her previous statement about this night; perhaps it might go down as something memorable. Perhaps, it might even be interesting. Forward, she advanced, with a smile on her lips and a gleam in her eyes. Her fingers reached out, lightly curling around the stray tresses of his own blond hair. Her half-brother was very handsome, indeed. It must be in their blood as a Bonnefoy. Trailing a single finger down the side of his face, she offered him a shaded smile. He would not be able to recognise her, to know Estelle for who she truly is. Tonight, she would simply be a beautiful stranger, and nothing more. "Hello, sweetie."

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"Galina was murdered two days ago. And we think someone's going to get murdered tomorrow. They probably gave you the evidence and fact folder but we really don't want anyone to die tomorrow. It was... really quick. W-whoever did it was really discrete. And they took her in the bathroom. It was really, really... the police said that whoever killed her was really professional and clean about it. He didn't leave any DNA evidence or anything, just that slip of paper, a-and he also took her heart, w-which was just..."

"The local brothel across from us had similar problems. We've talked to them, and it seems that maybe... maybe the killer moved onto us or something. The killer didn't kill the gigolo there, he seemed to handpick which prostitute that he'd kill. And the killer didn't kill the prostitutes by lying in bed over there, he killed them discrete and quick and also took their hearts... it was just... He didn't even steal jewelry or anything, he just killed and... Well, you get the picture. We want to... we just want to get rid of the killer. We know that we run a bit of an illegal business with the amount of gambling, and admittedly, how sexy we are, but still. Even the girls at that whorehouse have to eat. I-if you ever need anything for investigating, just ask me. I'll even provide you with one of our showgirl costumes if you need it for your investigation,"

Ana María took the folder that was handed to her and nodded as the woman finalized her briefing of the situation. She imagined how the scene would've played out. The killer was discrete no one who ultimately disappeared in the crowd. No, it had to be someone with enough porte as to draw this woman's attention. A man, potentially attractive, not just physically, but in any aspect that might fit that definition. He drew them into the bathroom. So he must've send his victims signals that might indicate a more private area. Sexual attraction, perhaps. Which going by the obvious nature of a prostitute it wasn't too hard to acquire.

The girl looked around herself for a moment, looking over at every single one of the people that were around her. Three girls stood above the rest. Each stunningly beautiful but different from one another. One had long, straight platinum blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She looked angelical, innocent to the point of being oblivious. But Ana María knew that looks were deceiving, and anyone on a casino was far from innocent. The other had glasses and a long braid with a large hair bow, while her bangs were held back on the right side by bobby pins. She possessed a elegancy to her that exceeded that of a normal call girl. The last was elegantly-dressed with her hair tied back into a french knot, held back by a crown. A crown? Yes, a crown. Her hair was milk blonde, and her eyes were amber. She seemed like a snobby woman.

Ana María then turned her attention to a man. This man was undeniably attractive. He had shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes, and a slight amount of facial hair. He seemed a man with money and power, one to enjoy the luxuries of life surrounded by pretty women. Ana María rolled her eyes for a moment. She could make the assumption that they were all European. It was a vague assumption, especially taking into consideration that they could also be American, if she was going for the contributing factor of skin color. But why would an American travel hundreds of miles to go to a London casino when they had Las Vegas much closer? Whatever the case, it remained unimportant. She just had to know be aware of the people around her, not decipher every aspect of their personal life.

"W-well... good luck, dear."

The girl almost didn't hear the final comment from the woman as she was absorbed in a thought that quite disturbed her. It was something said earlier that she hadn't realized until now. Until she recorded the whole conversation again, just to make sure no details were out. He killed them discrete and quick and also took their hearts... Took their hearts? Like literally rip their hearts out? The thought alone was enough to make the Mexican girl flinch. She didn't mind looking at stuff that others found gross. She had a strong stomach to endure it. It didn't bother her. But this did. It was as though killing them wasn't enough. The killer had to actually tear their hearts out, suck the life out of them and watch their eyes close in pain.

This was more psychological than she had previously assumed. If the killer had ripped their hearts out that could mean that he wanted to break their hearts and feel the pain of such. That could also mean that the killer had suffered several break ups, gotten his heart broken by someone he loved dearly. Maybe it was payback time for women. So this meant that there was connection outside of this casino. He went for a specific kind of woman. That may be the profile of the once love of his life. Hmm. She needed to find a connection between his victims, find out about their lives outside. If not only to get closer to the killer but to also prevent another murder. She would have Q look into it.

Meanwhile she walked towards the bathroom, get in touch with the crime scene. She knew that the possibilities of finding fingerprints where slim. As previously mentioned, the killer was spotless, but one could never be too careful.

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"You see, I'm not a man I am the king of illusion At heart, may I be forgiven, I am the king, the king of fools"

He hadn’t been paying the slightest attention to anything else around him, too focused on watching Chrystina’s game, until he felt a finger slide its way through his hair. It was a light, playful touch, something Francis can’t say he’s quite ever experienced before. Everybody’s hands and fingers were different – rough, smooth, steady, shaky, graceful, clumsy. But this was different. A perfected mix of eloquence and dangerous gentleness, clearly meant to be seductive and alluring.

As Francis turned to see this stranger, a finger slid down his face, leaving a warm, feathery trail in its wake. Although the touch wasn’t cold, Francis shivered.

Oh my, he thought to himself. That was quick. Not that he minded, of course.

”Hello, sweetie.”

Her voice flows easily, nonchalantly, but clearly with a purpose. Seduction. That was all, really. As a fellow seducer, Francis was able to easily recognize the intimations.

He took this time to study her features – silvery hair, honey amber eyes, skin as smooth as porcelain and her lips were upturned into a wicked smile; he can’t recall ever seeing her before. But, as he looked closer, he could tell – the woman was wearing faux hair – a wig. He wasn’t a stranger to such disguises, as he ventured out every night into the city and such a wide variety of people. It was more common than one would think. Perhaps he had met her before and he wanted to know, but he would play along, as this was effortlessly evolving into an intriguing game. Francis’s own expression curled into a flirtatious smirk.

“Why, hello there, my dear,” he purred back, smooth as silk. Francis took the petite hand, delicately, and brought it to his lips to offer a small, chaste kiss. His eyes flashed in the dimly lit area they were currently standing in, explicitly showing his willingness and consent to continue this little amusement. “How are you this wonderful evening?”

He was curious as to where this would go. One man, one woman, both experts in the art of seducing others. It would most certainly prove to be interesting.

Francis could already tell this night would be one to remember.

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[Captain]

MOD - JACK THE RIPPER

It was a Monday... To some people, it's the first day of the week. To others, it was the second day. For this man, this Monday was a Monday where it was exactly the same to the other days of the week.

Monday was a day for killing. So is Tuesday... and Wednesday... and so on.

Though, even if he wasn't supposed to, he needed to kill someone. If he didn't today, then his whole system would be messed up - that little subconscious irking in his mind would keep him bothered for the whole day.

If he missed one session of the usual gutting, then it would constantly bother him - much like a pet peeve with someone who always put their elbows on the table or put the forks on the left side of the plate rather than right.

So, he's waiting. Patiently he might add. Just in the janitor's closet next to the women's restroom. Waiting for that signal of the door opening. If he emerges, people would have considered him to be the average cleaner. A good disguise that was good camouflage. He isn't like the rest of the people here, too flashy, in fact he's so average than everyone else that no one pays attention to him. Just a cleaner to the world he was.

He heard it, the door opening and closing. Now was his time to strike.

Looking over to this little operation station, the killer saw who was in the restroom. A woman with long brown hair - not exactly his target, but it should throw the cops off their trail.

He walked out of the closet and locked the door to the lavatory. He then returned to the closet to start his gas trap - that's bound to keep her quiet. Now, it's all in the matter of waiting and watching.

.........

Needless to say, moments later, he was cleaning himself up with a smile upon his visage.

{ You've met a terrible fate, haven't you? }

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Linear

The Lady had finished her opponent quickly - it was simply his fault for pursuing forward when it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to leave the Casino with even pocket change at all. The man left, disgrunted, but she paid no mind. However, before any more could sit down to fill her spot, she had excused herself.

As much as she enjoyed and would have liked to sit there forever, she had business to attend to - mostly managing and handling the paperworks that came with being the owner of a casino. She recalled that there were papers that were in need of a reorganizing. They've seen sitting untouched for too long of a span that they needed to be updated.

Unlike the age of where paperwork could be handled with a simple click of a mouse and a simple push on a button to scan, the woman had always found that it was easier to manage things by hand for her. Perhaps she's old fashioned, but organizing something by hand was more satisfying than letting a machine do it for her. It's like the feeling of being able to shuffle her own cards than rather let a machine take the job.

She dusted her coat and bid farewell to the regulars that would crowd around her table. She planned on doing paperwork - but just doing one round around the casino wouldn't hurt. After all, she'll get to see herself if things were running smoothly.

She looked to the side to see if she saw Francis - he would usually be here just sitting at the distance to watch her play Dealer with the gamblers. Though, this time he was occupied with a rather beautiful woman. That's good for him she supposed as she made her way around the room.

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