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Gin Bouchard attends the monthly dinner at the Kane household. She wore a white dress with a simple gold clutch.

#visage #musing #monsterevents #look at them brows

malachiheron:

Where: L’Empire Rouge Availability: Anyone ( and everyone )

“You look lost? Or am I the one who’s lost and this isn’t actually my dressin’ room? An’ while we’re on the subject, I think I should have my own rather than needin’ to share with others. I mean, come on. What’s a little privacy cost these days anyways? Don’t answer that one. I really don’t want to hear that it costs more than I am worth ‘cause I’ll have you know, I’m worth a lot here.” He grinned, sweat beading on his forehead from the show that he’d finished not ten minutes earlier. There would be a small congregation, ready to offer up what they thought would earn them a favor or a turn in his presence – it wasn’t usually enough for more than a mere glance or a few seconds, but Malachi REVELED in the attention. Not to mention the sound of his own voice, but what good self respecting stripper didn’t? No one else paid to hear it. They only paid to look at him which was probably why most chose not to listen to him in the first placce.

It was rare for someone to find Gin in the basement at L’Empire Rouge, nonetheless actually enjoying herself. She preferred the bar upstairs, sitting in the roped off section with Mal and Rowan, joking around and poking fun at each other. The strip club was bright and flashy, a contrast to the intimate setting she usually wanted. But, Malachi was working and it had been at least a week since they had seen each other. It seemed as if her jobs became longer and the days went on. She heard his voice before she saw him, a grin forming on her face. “You are such a drama queen, Mal.” She shut the door behind her with an eye roll. “You’re not number one here yet.” Her accent was thick as she spoke, something she had come to expect when English left her mouth.

#c: malachi #look at that sass

remykane:

“Is that why you come?” Remy’s tone is light, playful even, to the trained ear. Not because she has had a couple of drinks, able to hold her liquor very well. Yet, her words were amusing and almost innocent. “To see who is alive.” She continued, eyes moving from her glass to Gin. “That’s rather dark of you.” Remy turned around her good intentioned remark. Seeing the brighter side of things, Remy supposed. It wasn’t something she tried to understand unless her wife was the one speaking.

Which she wasn’t. Thank god.

A tight smile spread across her mouth when she set her eyes on Remy. A chill went down her spine as she listened to her voice. This was the person who made her what she was today. And yet, she was also the person who Gin trusted the least. She swirled the golden liquid in her glass to buy some time between statements. The longer she kept the conversation going, the less likely Remy would know what was going on.

“Well, most people try to stay away from me,” she let out few laughs then continued. “It’s only when we get together that I get a chance to check up on the others.”

#c: remy

Gin filtered in and out of happy hour at the Kane estate. Every body there, including the wait staff, were on the payroll. After all, they couldn’t run the risk of inflitration. Since joining Jax, the monthly dinners were beginning to wear her patience and the more often she was there, the more likely she was bound to break. These dinners were supposed to help all of them bond, become closer as a group. Yet, the handful of them that decided to split from The Emperor were closer now than ever before.

The bar was her safeplace within the home. The liquor offered solace from the fake smiles and mindless conversations. It gave her brain to think about the flavor notes of the latest wine instead of the actions caused by her hands. Gin heard her name being called, plastering a smile on her face before turning to towards the voice. “Isn’t it nice when we can all get together like this?” She took a sip from her wine glass then continued. “It’s good to see everyone alive and well.”

#monsterstarter #this is t r a s h #let's pretend i posted this on sunday night #gin is one fake bitch here #oh well

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Name: Gin Bouchard Age: 26 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Assassin Affiliation: Death Faceclaim: Nathalie Emmanuel Status: Closed

The Story

They call you The High Priestess, known for accomplishing that which has been deemed impossible. Your ambition and wisdom seem limitless and you live your life according to what you believe is right, for you. You are a puzzle, with only you holding all the pieces, perpetually shrouded in mystery. It is your keen intuition and instincts, as if you have lived past lives, that have set you apart and brought you into The Arcane Ring. Only those you deem worthy know what lies behind your level-headed and controlling nature, your sensitivity and at times foolishness.

Connections:

The Sun - It was their relaxed nature that drew you to them. Or perhaps it was the way they slide a gun through their hands like water, second nature to them at this point. You were the one who decided to keep this arrangement between sealed lips, too afraid of what would happen if spoken in about in public.

Death - They two of you have been whispering plans to each other and it has not gone unnoticed. Death came to you first and you eagerly agreed to be their second in command, proving your loyalty to the younger sibling. After all, someone has to get their hands dirty.

Wheel of Fortune - Maybe it is their profession, or the way they eye the throne like it’s their rightful place, maybe it’s the way you see them do what they can to advance themselves, whatever the reason the Wheel of Fortune leaves a bad taste in your mouth and you can’t help but dislike being in their presence.

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