ten dozen hearts in a bag. . .!

roleplay account for 'hallelujah' xandros mordred drakos. follows back from @ofpremonition.

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Gun Oil Paint - Starter for @outrankarma

"Halle... You know you don't have to be nude for this right?" Felix looks up from where he collects his supplies to see Hallelujah already standing there with his shirt hanging open and suit jacket flung onto a nearby chair. "I'm just practicing so you can pose or dress in whatever way is most comfortable."

Not long ago Felix realized of all the things he's painted, he's never actually done a painting of a person. Plenty of drawings, illustrations, and the like but never something with his beloved oils. So he tried some small ones with reference photos and... well... they weren't his best work....

Okay they were leagues away from his best work. Something in his brain just wasn't connecting between paint and people. Felix, rather reluctantly, knew the solution to that was drawing from life. The idea of hiring a model was much too nerve wracking for him so he opted to ask his friends.

Honestly when Hallelujah volunteered himself Felix was shocked. He was expecting Hallelujah to volen-tell Amaline to model for him. Despite the surprise Felix wasn't going to say no to the chance to paint the massive man.

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"Wait - really?" Hallelujah stares at Felix, perplexed for a moment, and then slowly wanders off to the side where his suit is folded neatly. "You could have said so. I assumed this was a life drawing practice in which nudity was required." He chuckles a little, humored by the miscommunication, and slides back into his boxers, pants, and button up. "Is this good enough then? I suppose I should put my shoes back on too."

Even his feet have scars on them from when he was houseless as a child - time made them faint, but still ever present, and he's ultimately grateful for the to be clothed cop out. Hallelujah kicks back on his shoes and ties them tightly, glancing up with hazy maroon eyes that look a tad tired. "Do you even know why I did this, Felix?" There's a cheshire like smile creeping up on his face. "Truthfully, I enjoy the arts and watching you work would be entertaining - I will be watching you, by the way. Very closely."

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@outrankarma [tw blood / mild gore / violence ] Amaline curls into herself, still avoiding looking at her Master. It's understandable how he's frustrated; this was an entirely impulsive action on her part. Especially considering she's never been one to initiate this sort of thing. She can't help but feel a little upset at the idea that she hadn't thought this through. The fact that he didn't even bother to ask.

"You don't have to take care of this." Amaline is looking up at it, eyes a little watery, but more angry than ashamed now. "I'm not the reason he escaped. He killed some local gangsters daughter a few months before he was arrested. They never found her body and they've been trying to torture the information out of him for years; gave up and put a hit on him. He ran to try to stay alive."

The man groans a little louder, coming too from his last beating. Not really in the mood to deal with him being concious quite yet Amaline yanks on the chain around his neck, strangling him just enough to knock him out again.

"Which of course he's an idiot and they found him like thirty miles from the prison. Stuffed him in the trunk of a car in front of like six cameras and twenty bystanders." She snorts, remembering how ridiculous the footage was. "Your uh... hacker helped me reach out to them. We agreed that if I can get the location of the guys daughter they'll take the fall for his death."

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@doll-house-library [ tw blood / mild gore / violence ]

"And this should have been discussed - or am I wrong?" He raises an eyebrow, not fully willing to apologize when she used his resources, risked her own life and the life of others, for her own gain. "Regardless of the reason he escaped, you're his ex - you're one of the first people police would reach out to and, while I know you're capable of lying, this implies you simply do not trust me enough to do my job- which, in part, is keeping you safe."

Hallelujah runs his fingers through his own hair, lips set in a thin line as disappointment bubbles at the surface. "I don't think you're inept, Amaline, but this is your first hit and I would have preffered to be privy to it. That's all." Then, a longer pause as he considers using the actual word that he knows will get her attention. "Whatever your intent was, which I expect a full explanation of in the aftermath, this has lead me to be incredibly disappointed Amaline."

Then, there is a longer pause as he comes to his own realization. "You can expect a punishment from me, but it is Cian you will have to be worried about. He's going to be furious and, in fact, likely already knows."

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- @doll-house-library from the open starter [Lost] about to have a melt down.

Medium: Mini Michaels sketchbook, black TŪL medium ballpoint pen, Zebra Mild Liner mild ink double tip markers

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@outrankarma [tw: blood/mild gore]

"Yes Sir..." she had really wanted to do this herself but she supposes it's too late now. Turning around with shoulders slumped Amaline opens the door.

There are two things that stand out upon entering the room. First, the entire room is covered in plastic. The floor, the walls, even the ceiling have overlapping panels of thick plastic tarps taped to each other. It was Dexters wet dream. Second, the smell of blood and antisceptics was significantly stronger as it began to waft into the hallway. There was no ventilation in the room; every vent and every window was sealed shut.

After the initial shock the source of the groaning was clear. In the center of the room was a metal chair. Behind it a couple of cinder blocks with chains looped through the openings.

The person chained to it, naked and covered in blood, was Amaline's ex. Which shouldn't have been possible because the man had a life sentence with no parole and no chance to appeal. Despite this it was easy to see his injuries. Large round bruises from the dented metal bat leaning against the bed. Blood dripped slowly from his mouth, clear there were a few teeth missing. Said teeth were sat in a small metal bowl with a few finger nails amongst them.

"He uh, escaped last night. The warden called to warn me. Don't have access to the basement so I improvised." Amaline looks away from her Master with hands clasped behind her back. They didn't think the man would last this long but the world is certainly full of surprises.

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@doll-house-library [ tw blood / mild gore ]

Fucking hell.

"And you didn't think to tell me you planned on hunting him for sport?" He makes a tsking noise The plastic would be easy enough to get rid of - she did a stand up job for someone that was new to this - but now there's thousands of thoughts firing off in his head all at once.  No matter how one tried to place her, she'd be the prime suspect unless something was done.

"Have you considered they'd suspect you first considering he was after you to begin with? Honestly, Amaline... I can't blame you, really- but someone will have to take responsibility here." He sighs deeply. "And it will be me, in the end, always is." He places a hand on her head and smiles lazily, an odd parralel to his words. "I'll take care of things when you're done with him. Don't take too much longer."

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Amaline doesn't flinch at the flick but she does scrunch up her nose to the small thump and sting. Her arms are outstretched to touch the door frame, as if they could stop Hallelujah with her small frame.

"Daddy please! Let- let me just handle it. I'm not done with it yet and I have to clean up after I finish. I just needed a snack break!" Amaline looked up at him with wide doe eyes and a pouty lip.

Hopefully making it sound crafty would dissuade him. And she wasn't lying persay. Just, leaving out crucial pieces of information. They feel confident, even has her Master tugs at her hair, that it'll work.

That is until a low far away groan leaks out from under the door.

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"Right. Totally something that could get picked up at the Joanne's Fabric Store." He raises an eyebrow, now simply opting to sigh deeply, almost as if he's disappointed. "Really, Amaline, you got hungry in the middle of beating the shit out of someone?" At this point he has his hands on her waist, ready to pick her up if she doesn't start moving. "And you left them without someone to keep watch? Anything could have happened..." Hallelujah is frowning now, unable to hide his disapproving tone. "Let me in. Now. You're already in trouble - no need to drag it out."

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"Don't go in there! I haven't cleaned up yet!" Amaline scrambles to stand in front of the closed door. (From criminal vol 36 (?) starter list)

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"How bad could it possibly be? Forgot to put away your toys or something?" It laughs a little at her desperation, flicking her forehead gently. It's funny - how easily its hand could envelop her head. The sheer size difference alone would be enough to make some people flinch. It trusts she won't. . . she never does, to be fair. "Come, let me see, whatever you're hiding isn't anything I haven't seen before. . ."

There's a faint aroma of blood though, creeping out from a draft in the gap of the door, and it is now even more curious. It tugs at a lock of her hair, just as gentle as the flick to the forehead, and hums. "Or do I need to make that an order?"

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