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posted by SilverWings13
November 27, 1927 11:30 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana
A French Quarter dance club

From the segundo story balcony, the view of the club was overwhelming. The crowd was a whirling mass. The flappers and their dates spun and slid and swung their bodies freely, many flirtatiously so as the medium of dancing allowed their souls to fly free.
"You don't like to dance?"
Alexie looked up and to his right where a potbellied, white haired man in an excellent suit and tie took a puff from his cigar. The young man straightened, taking a draw of his own cigarette before calling over the music, "I prefer the view from up here."
"You the one they call Roi de les Betes around here? King of Beasts?"
Alexi grinned at the ridiculous nickname. He held out a hand. "Yes, sir, Alexie Rome, at your service."
"I'm Mayor Arthur J. O'Keefe, of this city," the older man replied, shaking the younger's hand. "I heard tu could help us with our.. pest problem?"
"That is the plan, sir. I'm glad tu could be here tonight. The party's just about to begin."
As he dicho it, the doors of the club opened. No one on the dance floor seemed to notice as the small group of five slithered through the outer reaches of the crowd. Leading them was a man in his early thirties. He was finally dressed in oxford bags (trousers) and sweater vest over a dress shirt, his curly hair cut short. Alexie eyed the individual, not even feeling the burn of the cigarette as he gripped it to smoldering ash in his fist.
"Who's that?" the mayor asked lowly, stepping closer to his newly found business partner.
"He goes por many names: Andrei, Mikhalych, Max, Smirnov. But his real name is Yakov Mikhailovich Sverdlov. He used to work for Stalin until he mysteriously died in 1919."
"Died? tu mean that's... one of them?"
Alexie ignored the question. He had been glaring so hard that his person of interest felt it and looked up towards the balcony. Alexie's features shifted like a shadow into a welcoming smile. He waived a hand in invitation, and Yakov took the bait with a suspicious cock of his head.
Mayor O'Keefe's eyes widened. He looked like he might bolt, but suddenly Yakov was standing at the parte superior, arriba of the stairs.
"Privyet," Alexie greeted cooly.
"A Russian in the French Quarter? How is that?" The curly-haired man made no attempt to hide his thick accent.
"I could ask tu the same. Please, Comrade, have a drink with me. Let us exchange stories. It has been a long time since I've talked of inicial with anyone."
Yakov cocked a bushy eyebrow in suspicion. In turn, Alexie held out an arm in the direction of the seating behind him. There were four young ladies and two teenage boys chattering on the semi-circle couch. The mesa, tabla in front of them was crowded por empty glasses, explained por the entourage's slurring words and sleepy giggles. Alexie saw something sinister, something hungry, flash in the other man's eyes at the sight of so many helpless younglings.
"Alright," the cautious arrival agreed, "I am called Yakov Sverdlov."
"A pleasure, Mr. Sverdlov. I'm Alexie. This is Mayor O'Keefe." He lead the two men over to the couch. The intoxicated youths hardly seemed to notice, only shifting slightly to make room for the men before going back to their drunken exchanges.
"So, what brings tu to the French Quarter?" Alexie asked as he stood to capture the bottle of eau-de-vie* from its ice bucket. He emptied the clear, fruity liquid into three clean martini glasses and handed the mayor and their new acquaintance each a glass. Mayor O'Keefe discarded his suit jacket, sweat patches growing under his arms. He drank the cold alcohol with an earnest that spit in the face of Prohibition.
"The music," Yakov answered, "the art, the livelihood. How could one come to America without seeing the hometown of jazz music?"
"You have lived in America a while then?" Alexie asked as if he didn't know, lighting another cigarette.
"Da, a few years now. Initially, I came for the promised freedom. I am a politician. In Russia, I was forced to convert to Catholicism if I wanted a good life. Here, I can enjoy myself freely even as a practicing Jew. How about you, Alexie?"
The young man took his time to enjoy a long draw of his cigarette. "You've hardly touched your drink, Mr. Sverdlov. Perhaps tu are interested in something.. warmer?" He waved towards the drunken younglings and the Jew's eyes widened.
"Oh, relax, no one here will spill your secret. Honestly, let us enjoy the livelihood."

Footnote:

eau-de-vie*: a French brandy, aguardiente of distilled frutas traditionally drank at social events. Equivalent to German Schnapps. "L'eau de vie" literally translates to "water of life."
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posted by GlitterPuff
Name: Rene Kenna Oshea

Alias: None

Personality: Energetic, loves adventures,
enthusiastic and crazy sometimes. Has the mind and spirit of an 8 año old at times, but is reliable when needed most. Loving and caring, but sometimes troubled.

Appearance: Red hair down her back with bangs covering her left eye, pale skin, brown eyes, about 5 foot 5, tattoo on her left wrist of a corazón and underneath the corazón it says love, burn marks up her legs from Blood River

Age: 17

Birthday: September 19th

Relationship Status’s:
Boyfriend: Unknown
“Brother”: Bentley
“Sister”: Mel
“Niece”: Amara

Civvies:...
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"Or what, sissy? tu gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."

The pack laughed.

"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."

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As if on cue, a blur rushed out from behind a bush, its target Billy. Before he could even register what the blur was, the boy slammed his elbow into Billy's face, sending him to the dirt. The...
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She turned away from the clear glass, walking towards the door. She had known this would happen. She had to warn him against the anterior plan. The door opened and they stood face to face. He examined her face.
“We've been found out?”
“No.”
“Just him then.”
She nodded, even though it wasn't a question. He scowled and raked a hand through his hair. She watched him calmly. He took several deep breaths then spoke again.
“We need to clear out of here.”
“And do what?”
“He has already been....revealed. We can't risk that of us.”
“He won't tell.”
“Perhaps not. But she might figure...
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He walked down the calle with his shimmering grey eyes hidden beneath his black hair and the pout that always stayed on his face. He missed her....missed Aryess, he thought they had a promise...a promise that they would always stay together no natter what. But he wasn't mad at her, his corazón ached más for her then anger filling his brain. He began to wonder if he was the one that dragged her away....made her leave him. But what did it matter now she was gone....he didn't know where she was. He let out a sigh walking down the calle still in the cold with his thin chaqueta undone, he missed...
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So, since my sister was begging me, I let her, dont kill me!




Name: Alex Jephin.

Alias: White Lotus

Appearance: Red hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Civvies: Jeans, white tank top.

'Stume: link

Weapons: Sword

Powers: Invisibilty, Sonic Scream, Levitation.

Skills: Acrobatic, Swordskill. Martial Arts Master.

Past: Has been trained hardcore since childhood. Trained to be fast, and able to escape an organisation called "The Undead". Mastering all movements but, one her father called "The Wind Willow". She struggles with the move, but wont accept help. Her mom died giving birth to her. She went to the League after...
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"Why did they fuego at us!" 
"The President wants us dead."
"And for what reason?!?" Brendan threw his hands up.
"Well, tu estola information from Conway. And tu went undercover for Black Ops, now you're in the Marines. Dude, you're only 20." Mercy spun in her chair. 
"Conway." Brendan laughed, "He deserves what he gets." 


Jaime leapt onto a pole and flipped off of it. Bullets whizzed past his face as he maneuvered around the CIA agents. 
"C'mon! Pick up the pace grandpa!" Jaime laughed and looked at the phone in his hand. 
"Names of people eh? What have tu been up to?" Jaime kept running, ducking...
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