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wardrobemalfunctioned

#;; blonde bombshell #shhh that says jasmine

scoresberg-deactivated20160615

A star, mama! Mr. Ryan said he’s going to make me a star!

#;; blonde bombshell

luchtschild

captainswank replied to your post “intellectandwill replied to your post “so after getting that ask about…”

RYAN POSTERS…….

exactly. why can’t we have something like this?

#the posters didn't do him justice #wink wonk

jjxlene

Meeting Again || Andrew Ryan

kingofrapture

Ryan stiffened when the young woman ran into him, catching her automatically nonetheless. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, but usually it wasn’t quite so literally. Smiling at his own joke, he glanced at her briefly. She was definitely his type—- blonde hair, large eyes, big red lips. His smile broadened.

"Not at all, not at all. Are you alright?" He held her by the elbows as he helped her regain her balance, only letting go once she was fully composed. "Miss—- ?" he inquired. She looked familiar. He certainly ought to know who she was. After all, this was his city. There was no one here without his invitation. He brushed away the wrinkles she’d left in his suit. “I’m afraid I’m actually on my way somewhere, or I’d be happy to escort you to your own destination. It was nice to meet you, my dear.” He lifted his hat momentarily, reaching out to shake her hand.

jjxlene

The smile on his face put her at ease and a relieved sigh left her lips. Mainly she was glad that Andrew Ryan wasn't angry with her. She could do without the Man of Rapture being annoyed at her. She nodded her head as she stood, brushing down her dress. "I'm fine, thank you." Looking up at him, her smile grew. She didn't realize how handsome he was in person. The posters didn't do him enough justice.

"Oh it's Jasmine. Jasmine Jolene." She introduced herself, reaching out a delicate hand to take his own and shook it. Never did she believe that Jasmine, lil' old Jasmine Jolene would meet the famous Andrew Ryan, she was still in awe, her blue eyes staring up at him in mild wonder.

She glanced down at the piece of paper she had in her hand and held it up a little. "I was headin' for Cohen's place. He's throwin' a party and I managed to get invited." Of course she would, she was a friend with Cohen, despite how much of an ass he had been to her in the past. "If you don't mind takin' me there, darlin'. I'd be ever so grateful."

#intellectandwill #oh jasmine you flirt #XD

Jasmine sat in front of the vanity, powdering her cheeks to add that rouge colour the boys liked. She hummed to herself, the song that she was supposed to be singing tonight as well as dancing to it. Until one of the girls interrupted her. Apparently a little boy wanted to speak to her, refused to leave until he saw her. Her brow knitted together and she stood. She should see who this boy was before she was due to go on stage.

The dancer headed to the back door where the little boy was waiting for her. Her eyes widened as she looked at the twelve year old boy, a small smile gracing her lips. "Hey there darlin'. What can I do for you?"

#subjectwyk #god this is so short #im sorry

rondeursx

jjxlene:

#we all know she has at least twenty pairs of stockings#in different patterns and colors

ADELE SLIDES UP TO JASMINE LIKE OH HEY THERE FELLOW EXOTIC DANCER U LIKE STOCKINGS TOO? LET’S START A CLUB GURL

jjxlene

YES, A SEXY STOCKING CLUB AND THEY SHARE THE STOCKINGS LIKE "Hey Jasmine, you got those ones with the pretty bows on?"

#outofrazzledazzle #rondeursx #HELLO THERE MY FELLOW EXOTIC DANCER

sexylegsfromtheweb

#;; likes #;; wardrobe #we all know she has at least twenty pairs of stockings #in different patterns and colors

Meeting Again || Andrew Ryan

She twirled the invitation between her fingers as the blonde walked towards the great hall in Fort Frolic. At first Jasmine Jolene had been nervous to go, wondering who would be there, worrying for an hour or two what she would wear. Now that she was here, dolled up with the small red number that she kept in her wardrobe for special occasions and her lips painted in the same color. Oh she was ready to let her hair down and dance her feet off.

This was where she belonged, within the party scene and mainly entertaining. She would often sing to herself as he wandered around her small cramped apartment. She often wondered when she would get her big break, it wasn't going to be Cohen who would give her the opportunity. He already told her she was good enough for his plays that he had on the surface but Rapture was a place of opportunity. To escape the catholic beliefs of her parents and finally follow her dreams.

As the blonde was caught up in her thoughts, she wasn't watching where she was going. Until a rather large force knocked her back and she stumbled. Fortunately she managed to catch herself before she fell, looking up at the force she had walked into. Her blue eyes widened both with embarassment and horror as the realization hit her. It was Andrew Ryan. The Andre Ryan. Her red lips opened to speak but she couldn't find the words. But she was being rude, to the great man of Rapture. As much as she hated her parents, they did teach her manners.

"Oh Mr Ryan! I'm sorry I was away in the clouds. I'm so sorry."

#intellectandwill #here have this #:3