[keiranightleys]

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               “Model?- do I look like someone who’d starve themself just to                  walk down a room full of judgemental prats?”        She questioned as she raised a brow. 

"Do you want me to answer that honestly?" He scanned her body with a judgmental eyebrow lift. "Yeah, you do. You're kind of short, but skinny as a fuckin' pole."

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“No. It isn’t.” The infernal condemned full of Hell’s magic answered candid and honest. “I usually dig my own holes to stick my dick into. Eye sockets are fun.” It probably sounded like a sick joke. He leaned forward ready to grab the sides of the fabric of this boy’s pants and was thinking of dragging his body back towards him. But, the cocksure drug induced diva turned back around and faced Jenner. So, he stopped mid-motion and leaned back. He let him come all the way up close and the other seemed to be trying to tease him or play him for a fool. One or the other. Did he think he could handle him? Jenner was amused by the question. But, it didn’t show on his face. 

“I think you ask the wrong question. It’s not whether I could handle it, but whether you would survive it without your lips being sewn onto an actual duck.” Then he reached in his own pocket without moving in a way that would cause Tristan to need to move. He pulled out his own bag of coke. “If you’ll excuse me. I’m in of a Bible, unless you want me to snort it off your pretty face. You should go into modeling.” 

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Tristan lifted a brow. The male seem bored? Was that the word. Bored? He seem disinterested in him. That didn’t happen often. “What,dude?” He asked. He sat back on his ass. His eyes sparkled at the sight of cocaine. “Nah, we don’t do Bible shit here. The hotel owner got rid of them all. He didn’t believe religion should be forced in his hotel or some shit. I don’t know.”

He stood up and went to the mini bar for a drink. “I am a model. How have you not heard of me? Everyone has heard of me.” He stated as he went over to pour himself a drink. He didn’t bother asking the other male if he wanted a drink from his own bar. He turned around, downing his entire drink. “So, what are you? Some sort of goth priest or some shit?”

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@frivolityiism,

“Are you a model?” He asked. His eyes looking for a indication that this person was maybe part of the modeling agency.

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@recklcssncss,

Dandy sneered at the sight of this dump. He imagined this hotel was once a work of art. It appeared to be as magnificence as a gas station bathroom. Dandy sighed as his mother politely asked for the president suite to the elderly woman at the desk appeared to be as homely as a retired bag lady at some run down grocery store.

"Mother. This place is dreadful." He let out a long sigh, showing off his dissatisfaction for such a ghastly hotel. He made his point even more clear as he slid down to the floor like a child who wasn't getting their way. He was a few seconds away from a tantrum. Gloria sighed. "Dandy. It's historic. Get off the floor. " Dandy pouted. His eyes roaming the room. "They better have room service." Dandy's beryl eyes flickered at the sight of movement from the hall way.He stood up and walked towards the movement. "Dandy, do not go off to far His mother warned. He rolled his eyes at his mother's nagging. "Hello?" He tilted his well groomed head as he walked down the hall. Whoever it was, didn't look normal. Maybe this was a hotel full of freaks. He smiled to himself at the thought.  

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six feet’s never gonna be enough to bury ME

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Tristan, did you steal my eyeliner AGAIN?! I can't find it anywhere.

“Oops? I guess it’s mine now.” He smirked. “Just steal some more.It’s what I do.”

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@xblood-bathx​

 Ms. Mott smiled with pride. She did hope Dandy would like the gift. It was a Swiss army knife collection. He seem to enjoy collecting knifes. She imagined it was for his creative arts and crafts wood work. What else did he do all the time outside with knifes but carve wood? “ “Go on, dear. Open your gift.”

[thesmileclown]

I loved the children, but not the FREAKS.

Semi-Selective

OC Friendly

8+ Years of Roleplay Experience

Mun and Muse are 21+

Enjoy the Show

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@placebopuppytales​

“Yes. I spend my time crying watching 16 Candles and Hope Floats on my evenings off. You sure do have an excellent judge of character.” The ancient plague doctor spoke as proper and civil as if he were talking on a podium to an opposing crooked politician. Sarcastic intent but no tone to show that it was to match. His entire demeanor was a cool and calm and with little give to being affected by the other’s words. “I was only checking out your ass truth be known. I was picturing it with fangs. Sue me.” That’s when a little more personality came this his disposition, “Was that an invite or just a sucker jab? Because if so, I expect you on your knees quickly. Treat me like a sucker and you better suck good and hard to make up for it.”

Tristan lifted a brow. He turned to the male. He was starting to feel light headed. The type of light headed that made him feel like somewhat of a human being. "What the fuck?" He said when the man started to talk about romantic comedies from like the 80s or some retro shit. Tristan pursed his lips together, like one of those duck face bitches on face book. He winked and turned his back to the male, he shook his ass for the male to enjoy before him. "My ass is nice and tight too.Is that what you like. Sticking your cock in a nice tight ass?" He licked his lips and got down on all fours, turning back around to face the male. He started to crawl towards the male's hips. "You think you can handle me?" He breathed out slowly, his drugged out dark hues rolling towards the man's crotch. He lean forward and blew hot air against the male's crotch. His eyes looking up at the male above him.

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“Trust me, kid. If having hair meant I was at risk for whatever you call that thing then I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet,” Sam replied, his smile fading somewhat. He’d long since gotten over the whole lacking hair thing, and honestly, trying to picture himself with hair was getting increasingly difficult. “Look, I didn’t no harm by it. Just some teasing. Believe me, you’ll get far worse things if you hang around this place too long.” Noticing the tick, he tilted his head slightly. “Say…you’re skin buggin’ ya or something? I keep telling them they got some kinda mold problem, but nobody here listens to me.”

Tristan realized he was itching at his face as if his skin was injected with some sort of fire like substance.Sometimes he felt as if his stupid pretty face was cursed.

He knew he was good looking. Model type good looking anyway. He hated modeling. Everyone in the modeling world was so fake. Not that he wasn't, but at least he didn't try to follow the rules. He would eat whatever he fucking wanted to, and smoke whatever he wanted to.

"Mold is not my fuckin' issue." He kept his eyes on the male before him. "I am fuckin sobering up, they took away my shit." He shouted. His body feeling as if hemay fall over from lack of drugs in his system. "They want me to do this God damn fashion shit in this hotel. Do you know where I can get anything? I'll fucking snort Tylenol right now. If I have to. Do you work here?" He was asking questions as fast as he could. He thought he was talking slow, since everything in his brain felt slow.

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The pink of her cheeks only seems to grow darker,  but the ice queen gently rests her cool palm in his as it is stretched out to her. 

         “ Well, thank you…         —I do trust you, but what on earth do you need to show me? ’’

She lets out a small laugh, & finds herself following  him with a small smile upon her face.

Dandy hummed as he took her hand. "You'll see." He smiled softly, his eyes a little too wide for a normal person. His eyes widen only when he felt a little part of himself go insane. He walked down the hall to his playroom. "Don't be inpatient. You will see. you will love what I have to show you"

[cordeliaheadmistresssupreme]

The crazy ones.

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Cordelia smirked a little as she leaned into Tristan. Her honey brown eyes slowly closed while she bit down on her lower lip. “No I have never done a threesome before.” Slowly she opened her eyes and turned around and presses her body onto his. “But then again I’m not one for sharing.” Licking her lips she left her black dress that was covered in blood up a bit. “I’m sure you’ll like more than just my legs my sweet.

Her eyes then lowered a bit as she pressed Tristan on the wall and pressed herself agents him. "What do you say? You and I get down and dirty in a pool of blood. Sounds beautiful doesn’t it?” She asked while smirking even more than before. “I’m sure I can make it worth wild.”

The witch slowly ran one of her bloody fingers on the vampire’s lips. A soft moan left her lips as she looked into his eyes.

Tristan smirked. He put his hands on her ass. He enjoyed sex. He loved it. He was with the countress. He was in a way her property, but he could let himself slip. He ran his hands down her legs. He grabbed her thigh and raised her leg to rest on his hips. He started to slowly rub himself against her. “So, I guess you wouldn’t mind if after I fuck your brains out. If I have a little feast later?”

There was so many dead bodies and he wanted to enjoy the taste of blood. It was better than cocaine. He smirked as he ran the tip of his nose along hers. “You need to get nice and wet for me.” He coached. He wanted her to be ready for him. “Do I turn you on?” He asked.

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punkcommander

“What the fuck is your problem?” He spat out. “Do you know how expensive that shit is?”

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@warriorsxheart​,

“Are you lost?” He asked. He turned around to face the person behind him. “Are you just checking me out?”

[cordeliaheadmistresssupreme]

The crazy ones.

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Cordelia heard a voice and slowly turned around with a small evil and dark smirk on her lips. “Because I was bored of them.” Hearing one of the girls yelling and running Cordelia looked over at them. “Hold that thought.” She said then with a blink of an eye she was in front of the girl and placed her hand inside of her chest and pulled her heart out and watched as her body fall onto the ground. “Now I’ve killed them all.” Slowly she walked back over to Tristan and handed him the heart. “I know your kind loves blood.”

Once she gave him the heart she licked her fingers slowly while grinning a bit. “You the most beautifulest eyes ever.” Cordelia whisper while she ran her fingertips on his sink. Backing up a bit she looked at the ground. “What is it I can do for you?” She walked over to her chair and sat down and looked at the other.

“I have nothing to give you as far as I know. So what is it you want from me?”

Tristan felt as if he was going through an intense high right now. Did she just rip that young girl’s heart out? The countress would like her. “ It’s alright.” He took the heart. He looked it over before setting it on the floor. The maid would have a mess to clean up in this room. “This hotel does that to people.” He shrugged. Even the most sane person could lose themselve in this hotel.

This was now Tristan’s house. He half smiled. “You know.. you could do something for me.” He walked over to her. He laughed at her eye complement. “Thanks. You have nice legs.” He went behind her body and placed his hands on the curve of her hips. “Ever down for a threesome?”

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“If you don’t I won’t.” Flotsam challenged back about not trying to kill each other. But, the moment Dandy was let go with the dust Flotsam was smirking. Dandy ran around like an overgrown child spreading paralysis and untimely deaths on the not only the girl but unsuspecting critters outside. Flotsam stood in the doorway watching and whispered to himself, “He’s becoming free now.” He was glad for him. It seemed Dandy was one that embraced the world as his own pawns and toys, but money didn’t loyalty, not from someone like Flo. But, the little rich boy was gaining his favor quick. Dandy didn’t even hesitate and he was enjoying that powder like it was just a plaything, bag full of amusement, and that was the feeling Flotsam held inside every time he used it even if he didn’t dance around like kid skipping around a maypole in his spring trousers like this guy. 

But, what came out of his mouth next kept Flotsam right there. Everyone managed to push Flo’s buttons in all the wrong ways, but Dandy was pushing the ones he wanted not only pushed, but rubbed in, and jerked off. There were just only so many people Flotsam could feel free with and Dandy was starting to be one of them. All the disgusting things about women so confident and obscene were absolutely glorious to Flotsam too. Flo gave Dandy the quick ‘will do’ aye okay on getting the girl’s body stuffed in the cage where she belonged. 

But, after dragging her one armed and shoving her in and locking her up the voodoo boy went jogging back out to Dandy. As he caught up he said, “I knew you’d like that. But, not me. I’m more like the one the ladies fear, refuse to admit they want, but if shoved into the depths of the swamps with no one around and think it’s their last chance to live, start sucking dick like their lives depend on it or a decent blow job might save their pathetic cunts from being gutted and fed to the crocodiles. I like letting them believe it, for just a little while.” 

He jumped back into the driver’s seat and revved the thing up and put it drive. “Lead the way.” He said waiting for directions, but also couldn’t stop himself since the subject was all on the table. “And what do you masturbate to Dandy? I want to know what gives a guy like you a boner I can blow, or a reach-around I can jack while tearing your pink little asshole a new one? Of course for a swell guy like you I imagine I’d need the works right? Candles? Dinner and a show? A warm bloody bath to soak in together?” Of course when Flotsam said dinner and a show he hardly meant the movies and a restaurant, but Dandy might not have known that. Flotsam’s mind wasn’t nearly that conventional.  

Dandy sat in the front seat, his eyes on the powder as if it was some movie with a intense story line. He wanted this. All of it. Forever and ever. He could rule the world with this. The freaks wouldn't bother him with this. Not that they did anyway. They wanted nothing to do with him and his normal hands.PAHH. They didn't know. He was just like them. Just because he had one head or regular hands. He was one of them. He pouted at the memories they placed in his head. The rejection they bestowed on him. He didn't deserve it. He was a God.

Dandy was so lost in his thoughts, that he caught on to the male beside him talking about masturbation. Dandy had very little knowledge on male sex. He heard it exist, but didn't believe it was really a trend. Dandy had no idea what to say. He had a wet dream, the maid changed his sheets. That was the extent of his masturbation. Although, the other day when he was drowning a house wife. He felt him get erected. The power turned him on.

"I suppose a date would be the appropriate action to take before one has sex." He said without any emotion. He was still struck by the magic. He wondered if the male had an attraction to him. He sighed as he looked up. "Town is straight ahead. When you see building.  That's it." He said with a yawn. "How many people do you think we need to my show tonight?" He asked." I know where a child hospital is. Children love freak shows."