#missghou1

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked: • “You make me want things I shouldn’t.”

Robert has her in his arms, they stand in his laboratory, their faces are splattered with blood, as two out of three of their subjects heads have just exploded. Expect one. He seems to be giving the results Robert was looking for.

His hands smooth down her arms as she holds the dialed remote control. A half crazed grin spreads across his face. Two bodies slump at their feet but one stands tall. Happy, ready for whatever task or order they were given. It was. Good to share results. Robert muses to himself.

“Mmm power is a very addictive drug my dear.”

Robert whispers dangerously in her ear. His heart wasn’t hammering in his chest, this was him in his element. He was showing her a true part of himself, the part he warned her about. Their prestige visages splattered with the fragments of blood and brain matter. But Robert doesn’t let her go.

His hands smooth back up her arms and then reaches up into his pocket to pull out a handkerchief and begins to clean the blood and particles from her face. Trying to be a gentleman despite wanting to kiss her, proclaim his twisted love for her.

“I did warn you…I got into trouble…This…My dear is the trouble…”

He presses a soft kiss to her shoulder and then looks to the subject standing before them again.

“But I’ll consider you my good luck charm, because this is the first result that’s ended perfectly.”

He chuckles proudly, his eyes are squinting because his cheeks are so high. He did enjoy his violence. And they had all preformed quite beautifully in his opinion.

“With me my darling…You can have it all.”

His arms encircled her waist as he stands proudly behind her just basking in the high. When experiments went right, well, Robert was a very happy man. And to be able to hold Gin makes it a lot more enjoyable as well. He just hopes she doesn’t run away, get scared, hopes she can understand what this will mean in a long run.

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"Please kneel," the low, low voice of Ophelia invited from behind him, gravely, yet soft—like butter on sandpaper. The enforcer lowered to his knees, as instructed, in front of their newly anointed member. This one happened to glow. Considerable time had passed since their last recruit, and his hair had grown curly and untamed in his wait. There, before the throne, before the cracked water basin and small, ceremonial blade, came the final command: "The rite of unburdening may commence. Let the blade take his hair." She made her departure then—the Ghoul Mother and all of her black robes. The material, inky in its absence of light, moved like liquid shadow over the well-worn red rug that aisled the pews. Parallel to the doors stood the Elders, who acknowledged her passing with a deep bow of their heads. They remained wordless within their sanctum, still in their observation and duty. Outside, the quiet buzz of desert creatures bloomed. Moonlight spilled through the cracks in the chapel's foundation. The silence left behind was palpable in its weight, as if filled by the eyes of many ghosts. It had been a long day of ritual. Surely their new recruit had been hungry by now. At the very least, restless. The enforcer followed his practice: button by button, he removed his coat. He was a man of many medallions—golden relics that caught the flicker of candlelight and rattled with his movement. The heavy garment fell from his shoulders and pooled over his legs, revealing skin the same gold in complexion, marred with scars beyond count. Leather belts of ammunition strapped across his broad chest, a bandaged wound soon in need of changing. Two studs of jewelry shined. He looked up at the woman, heavy-eyed with a trace of scrutiny, as if he were devouring her from the inside-out. I know what you are, said his eyes, yet it did not reach his mouth. What he did say was loud enough to reach her ears only. @missghou1

"Pretty."

[freesided]

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗  @missghou1  to  hancock,  via  a dialogue prompt:  " believing something does not make it true. "

❛ mmm, maybe not. but doubtin' hope is where things start to get dangerous when it's all people like us've got left. ❜  

smoke swirls in the muddy light overhead, as the ember lit on the other end of hancock's cigarette smolders. a mottled hand stretches towards the chipped ashtray (shaped like a nuka-cola bottle truck, hancock notes with muted amusement), and his thumb twitches over the filter, flicking the ash with finality. like he's punctuating his point with it.  

❛ believin' at least gives you the guts to do something about it. ❜ 

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked :i'll stay until you fall asleep.

Robbie was thankful for Gin. There was still work to do after all, someone had to be running things up here. While the dogs went wild in the arena below.

The glow in the corner of the room from the Radscoprions box is what he's staring at. Mind a bit hazy from the jet she helped him to take. Holding her hand in his as he is being given attention by Gin and Whiskey. Whiskey was the ghoul puppy he adopted.

Whiskey had a green bandanna around her neck and was cuddled up under Robbie's other arm. Fast asleep laying on him. The weight was nice because she wasn't squirming and being fussy. If she was it'd be painful. His body aches. It wasn't any persons fault but his own this time. This is what he got for trying to show off to Gin.

Maybe a little less Psycho next time and more focus on driving, he tells himself in his mind as he is so tired. Body covered in road rash and he's got a broken leg and a bad concussion. It's amazing he didn't go through worse.

"Won't be long now...I'm so..Tired." he murmurs softly, his hand squeezing hers though. She was his comfort, even if his stupidity certainly put him in this position.

"Sorry...That wasn't very cool of me." He manages a very weak smile even as his eyes are closing in his exhaustion.

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 gets a starter from 'Edwin'

A Billionaire, A Roboticist, A Casino Owner, An obsessive maniac at times to some with his inventions. The US military using so much of the tech he helped design. A man like him had many appetites. Having had plenty of his share of TV stars, of Millionaires, politicians, there was something about Gin that truly made her stand out. Other than the obvious soft glow to her. Many could lust over her but this did not feel like lust. This felt like one of his obsessions again. Though he isn't sure how long his kindness will last, he often will become the bad guy in the end. His brain far too big with ideas to be slowed down by stupid romance.

Yet. Here he was, standing in a hotel not his own and lighting up a cigarette as he watches her from a distance. She was busy with someone, but as soon as she parts he manages to catch her eye. And soon she was on her way over to him.

Gamorahh wasn't a bad casino and hotel, but it was no Lucky 38 to him. But Edwin is very pleased when she is close to him again.

"Mmm I thought I saw you're beautiful glow."

His voice soft and low, reaching up to take the cigarettes from his lips he blows his smoke gently away. No trick this time he'll save it for later when he's hopefully got her close again.

"Have I caught you at a good time? I'd love to steal you away for the evening...I have that favor you asked of me.."

He grins, of course he got it. The gun, the engravings, he knows she wanted to get some of it done. But he figured she might be even more impressed with him if he just had it all done the way he predicted shed like it. He figured they could take one of his cars and he could take her out where she could shoot for him. It was night time, and the desert outside of the strip would be pitch black apart from any glow from the moon and stars. And lucky for them. It was a cloudless night. So once out of the city, she'd be able to see Vegas how so rare of people did.

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked ❝ would you do that for me, huh? ❞

"You are not asking for a platter of diamonds. Nor are you asking for a rocketship to mars. So..I do feel like I will be able to do what you'd like of me with ease."

Edwin smiles and now has grown in the habit of offering his cigarette after he's taken a drag. Growing fond of the taste of her lipstick on his filter. And the way sometimes he'd feign help so she'd wipe it away. The coy flirtation. Makes him wish he didn't lie about who he was sometimes. Wonders if she'd still like him if he wasn't...Edwin. But one of the most powerful men in the world.

"Besides, I think it would be fun!"

For once he gets to a little quest for someone. Even if the chances of success where 99.9 percent.

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked: are you staring at my lips?

Bobby couldn't help but feel like his heart was in a whirl now a days. Even as he lays in bed with his chest wrapped up in bandages. Perhaps his eyes had fallen to her lips. But to have her be the first person he saw when he awoke. Well he couldn't help it.

At least he survived, at least he was home in the penthouse lab recovering. Tensions were getting high outside. Bobby can't hardly blame them. He just wish they had better aim. But he had to admit, taking three bullets to the chest was pretty impressive. But Robert of course had given Bobby quite the armored suits, to protect him from these very attacks. But these were no average bullets.

Bobby was craving two things, a sweet kiss from his beautiful wife, and a cigarette. But he's not sure if he's going to be allowed the later.

"Mm-Maybe.."

His voice croaks hoarsely.

"Can't blame a-a-a man for loving his-his wife can you??"

perhaps that was too much talking, his breathing labors but his eyes are so happy to see her. To have her near. The monitors beeping are more annoying, the lights are thankfully dimmed so his eyes were not harmed.

"You okay gorgeous?" Bobby can't help but ask "You look...Like you wanna kiss me yourself..." He teases, his head lulling tiredly to the side of his pillow a bit. But that charming smile remains on his scruffy face.

[bettingonhouse]

@missghou1 asked [ games ] our muses play strip poker / sexual games with each other (because of course)

The only way it was fair to play anything against Robert, is if he’s under the influence. Heavily. Bobby and Gin wouldn’t have a chance otherwise, but, luckily, they were all a bit under the influence. In the safety of the penthouse. The poker table was littered with various clothing pieces. Robert was still the one primarily dressed, but he was actually fucking up at times.

Bobby was down to his socks boxers and he still had his watch on. But Robert had only lost his tie and suit jacket so far. But both men were surprised how well Gin was competing against them both. Her blouse was gone and the boys cant stop admiring her, they need to win. They want more. They know in the end they will all be naked and everyone will be a winner. But the fun of the game was the tease of it all.

Robert stands from the table for a moment noticing everyone’s drinks were empty. He grabs all the glasses and slowly walks a little less polished to the bar to refill them all.

“Same thing darlings or something new?” He called out to them, as Bobby is insanely scooting over and his lips cant help but trail up Gin’s shoulder to her neck. A brief pause in the game.

“Mmm Gimmie whatever, I’ll be happy.” Bobby says before he nips at Gins bra strap on her shoulder pulling it slightly with his teeth until it snapped back to her skin. He grins as he leans to brush his nose against hers. “That’s coming off soon. You may be winning for now, but I’m gonna gotcha.” Bobby growls out in a playfulness, the air was dank with cigarettes and weed, and their veins were a bit more alcohol than blood. But nothing a Robert House remedy wont fix later.

Robert turns as he waits for Gin to reply and sees Bobby kissing and loving on her, he grins a bit and leans his hip against the bar for support as he turns a bit.

“You’re both going to lose, you must know this.” He teases and grins, as his body wobbles a bit as he stands, hand holding to the bar for balance trying not to appear as drunk as he was.