Save the last dance...[Alicia/Lukas/open]

[marcus]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 310px; padding: 10px; color: 7F00FF; text-align: center; background-color: 2C2024; border: 5px solid #3E3435;][style=margin-top: 30px; font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 90%; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: 3E3435;]IN SEARCH[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; color: 3E3435; line-height: 90%; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: -4px;]IN SEARCH OF AN ANSWER[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #7F00FF; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -2px;]SO SHOW ME WHAT’S HIDDEN[/style] [style=width: 300px; border-left: 1px dotted #7F00FF; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 22px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;] The golden dim of various candles, lights, glass sculptures and chandeliers gave the room a magical aura of nobility, warmth and well….magic. The masterful creations of the world’s top chefs displayed like trophies among the many tables simply augmented the exquisite décor that gave this party the sense of aristocracy that it rightfully deserved. The soft hum of people’s voices hung over the huge ballroom with the delicate sound of the string quartet playing gently in the background music provided the adequate tone and mood to the festivity. All in all this was pretty much boring for a certain young detective standing alone at a buffet table. Seemingly deciding whether to taste the king sized prawns or the steamed lobster, Marcus’ attention was everywhere but the expensive food before him. Yes…food was the least of Marcus’ concerns tonight. He had bigger fish to fry so to speak. Finally deciding on neither of the edible delicacies he left the buffet table, instead walking around the ballroom aimlessly with no particular purpose in mind, while at least that is how it would appear to anybody else that noticed him. Despite the cool, charming exterior he was currently displaying to the nobles and ladies all around him, his mind was clocking in overtime. Constantly he was scanning the room, looking for any suspicious behaviour or even better a suspicious person, though he knew it wouldn’t be that easy, it never was. He loosened the black silk tie around his neck, trying to ease the irritation it constantly caused on his neck. Even after all these years he still had trouble dressing in formal attire, especially when it came to a black tie event such as this. When Anna heard he was coming to this event for an undercover assignment she pounced on the opportunity to play dress up with the young detective. She was the one that choose this outfit for him, which consisted of a well cut black suit, blazer unbuttoned of course and a plain white shirt, with a silk black tie and matching shoes to top it off. His hair was also brushed back, looking somewhat uncharacteristically neat and tidy. She claimed he looked handsome but in his own opinion he looked like the poster boy for a bodyguard or wannabe assassin, ironically being the fact that his undercover identity is that of an assassin. Of course nobody in this type of crowd, that being New York’s elite would ever know the name of Ghost. So for now he would be going under the name Alex Gate, a somewhat successful importer in the eastern sea-board. Once again he fiddled with his tie, damn that woman. Just because she was older than him by a few years and was his senior partner, gave her no excuse to treat him like a little brother. Her upbeat, cheerful demeanour irritated him slightly and what irritated him even more was the fact that she was unreadable to him. He never knew what the woman was thinking, she was completely unpredictable. He prided himself on knowing what goes on inside others minds but Annabelle Heartland was completely off his radar, whether she asked to be his partner when he refused, or her random visits to his apartment to check up on him, she had always surprised him. Just thinking about her made him tired as he took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. He knew he wasn’t supposed to drink on the job but he figured he’d make an exception this time. He once again scanned the room as he now stood still beside the staircase that led up to the upper levels of this mansion. All the big shots were here, each one trying to flex their power and influence on the other. Making various deals, trades, partnerships and even a few blackmails was the order of the day and behind all those fake smiles were the hearts of predators. He raised an eyebrow when he recognized a few men in the crowd. He saw the Willis trio among a circle of people, the father and his two sons were well known around in New York, even Marcus had seen them a few times in on T.V. Another big name, probably considered a legend in these parts, Charles Aegis, was in a heated discussion with fellow elites. The self-made billionaire was a public figure worldwide, his riches and power well known by just about everyone. A perfect target, for any thief Aegis would be the Moby Dick of targets, they wouldn’t be able to resist the chance to rob him cold, and then again everyone in this room was a potential target for a clever or greedy thief. That was what Marcus was counting on. It was the reason he put on this charade and this damn suit. It was to lay this trap here, tonight. To finally catch this phantom thief that had been running amok in this city, his city. He would admit this phantom intrigued him. They were good, no excellent. Never leaving any evidence behind, never making a mistake, always flawless. Marcus was probably an admirer by now, but still he had a job to do and that meant chasing the rabbit all the way down the hole. He was actually pretty excited. He couldn’t wait for his first meeting with his suspect; he had things to ask them and truths that needed to be confirmed. He was wrapped up in his own thoughts so much that he even failed to notice the beautiful blonde casually addressing him; she had been trying to get his attention for the past few minutes. A charming smile suddenly appeared on his face as a heartfelt apology passed his lips before gracefully introducing himself, a masterful performance. [/style] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS, Alicia, Lukas and anybody else that has a reason to be among the rich and powerful. NOTES, Black tie event. DATE ○ September 11th TIME ○ After 8 WEATHER ○ It is a surprisingly warm evening with a slight breeze in the air. The full moon can also be clearly seen in the clear sky. CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style]

[alicia]

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Held up by a slim halter neck, the dress left her arms and back completely exposed, and even her leg seemed to peek out from time to time in the mid-thigh slit running up the left side of the gown. The dress was ornate, decorated with stitching and beads here and there, in different shades of purple--purple looked good on her creamy complexion. Elevating her already above-average height were a pair of three-inch black pumps, matching a black-dyed crocodile skin clutch under her arm. Her appearance was altered, from Ilara del Conte, and from her thieving persona. Now a rich auburn, convincing human hair wig fell to her jaw line in a bob with a blunt bang, and her face itself was made out to look different through very subtle manipulations of her features with makeup, and the shade of her irises altered through contacts. A good girl knows to keep them waiting. And that's precisely what she did. With a sidelong glance towards the reflective surface of the gaudy golden pillar, she passed through the massive double-doors, and entered the foyer. Bodies bustled around her, waiters flitting back and forth to serve the needs of their guests, while gossipers confided within one another. Taking but a moment to survey the entirety of the painfully garish decor of the foyer, she glided across the floor in a serpentine path, moving as smoothly as water as she passed through archway after archway before finding a flock of prey. The great cat stalked them momentarily, eyes aglow from the depths of the shadows as her gaze scrutinized each member. Her pause was brief before the beast slinked her way into their midst, so smoothly that it was difficult to know that she'd been absent at all. Martini cradled elegantly in her left hand, she smiled and laughed at appropriate times, allowing the light and the smile to touch the hues of her false irises. All the while she watched and waited, sure to keep an ear out as she ruled out a variety of the faces present. Some did charitable works, and whether or not it was simply to write off on their taxes, or fluff up their press, she did not know, nor did she care. For the time being, that put them on a safe list of sorts, no matter how fabulously wealthy some of them might be. Or how much they might deserve it. Then there were the rich bastards, without even a charity donation under their belt in their long tenure of ludicrous wealth. More than she would have liked numbered themselves on that list, but... hey, it gave a girl some variety, right? Then came to the simple matter of ruling out the self-made from the inherited. The self-made she could respect--the same could not be said for those born lucky. Now she was left with a handful. She decided to let fate decide. At once, Jonathan Thorne opened his mouth, and his fate was sealed. "And, as you can imagine, I was none too happy," Thorne finished his story, getting a hearty chuckle from most present in the room. Even his stories conveyed his arrogance, sense of entitlement, and distinct lack of patience. She wasn't too terribly upset that Mr. Thorne had essentially volunteered himself. Deciding not to draw any association between herself and her would-be victim, Alicia allowed her eyes to scan the crowd once more, before her gaze fell upon a face entirely unfamiliar. While she'd only resided in New York for several months, she was the type of girl who prided herself in her research. She was unable to put a name to his face--was he a social recluse, perhaps? Someone who had come into money recently? A relative of one of the elite? Eye candy for one of the females? He certainly was pretty enough. Color me intrigued. Electing to exit the group of the dry-humored, ridiculously wealthy, she set her course for the stranger. When she arrived, a blonde loomed before him. His sugar momma, perhaps? The thought curved her lips into a poisonous smile of sorts. The notion was quickly destroyed, however, as he introduced himself to the fair woman--Alex Gate? She'd never heard of him. Unless he was a really distant relative of someone, she could only think that he was someone's date. Not one to be patient, or mindful of someone else's belongings, Alicia interrupted the insipid banter between the two. "Mr. Gate?" She asked, echoing his earlier words. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Are you one of Ms. Miles new toys?" Nor was she one for propriety, in all cases. She liked to put people on the defensive. [STYLE=padding: 10px;] n.o.t.e.s nope. t.a.g marcus anderson l.y.r.i.c.s face to face, siouxsie and the banshees TEMPLATE BY RAYAH! OF BACK TO NEVERLAND

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[marcus]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=CellPadding,4,true][atrb=CellSpacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 310px; padding: 10px; color: 7F00FF; text-align: center; background-color: 2C2024; border: 5px solid #3E3435;][style=margin-top: 30px; font-family: Arial Black; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 90%; font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; color: 3E3435;]IN SEARCH[/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 24px; color: 3E3435; line-height: 90%; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; margin-top: -4px;]IN SEARCH OF AN ANSWER[/style][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #7F00FF; letter-spacing: 6px; margin-top: -2px;]SO SHOW ME WHAT’S HIDDEN[/style] [style=width: 300px; border-left: 1px dotted #7F00FF; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 10px; margin-left: 22px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 20px; text-align: justify;]Things appeared to be going smoothly with the blonde before him, his graceful introduction complete and about to begin his conversation further with the women, Sophie Miles. A recently divorced housewife of millionaire, Charles McCarthy, and by the looks of things seems like she got quite the settlement from it. It was obvious she approached Marcus with the intent of getting a new boy toy for herself; after all there is only so much a sixty-one year old could do behind closed doors and the arrival of a fresh, young face was too much of an opportunity to let pass. He didn’t really care for her intentions of her approach to him; he would simply play along with this woman, for a while anyway, until he could get some information from her, though he didn’t expect much from her. It would all just be for appearance sake anyway, a cover that’s all it ever was. It was a means to blend in and to fit the right role for the situation at hand, if that meant entertaining this boring woman then so be it. Of course sometimes the best of plans fail when fate decides to throw a spanner in the works and in this case that spanner would be an auburn beauty gracefully interrupting his interaction with Ms Miles. Even as she made her sudden appearance Marcus had already began scanning her from top to bottom, a quick flick of the eyes. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. Her body’s contours and the way she moved suggested flexibility and agility…maybe, at best she was active and fit. Her face he didn’t recognize at all, as did Ms Miles when she turned to face the woman, a slight blush of red in her cheeks from both embarrassment and anger - her hunt had been interrupted. A smile appeared on Marcus’ face part due to social etiquette when addressing somebody new and part because he was interested to see how this situation would play out. ”No…no…I’m not her new toy. It seems like you interrupted just in time.”, he replied to her question, a charming smile beaming outwards masking the slight tint of sarcasm. ”And yes I am Mr. Gate, though I would prefer Alex. Glad to make your acquaintance Miss…? ”, he finished off in a questioning tone. Things were definitely going to be interesting now. [/style] [style=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]TAGS, Alicia and open NOTES, ... CODED BY TSU DOLL OF LOVE STAMP.[/style]