Alerdene
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Brynne stood in the hotel room staring at herself impassively in the mirror, turning this way and that, inspecting every aspect of her look. Her long cinnamon hair flowed down her back nearly to her waist in shining waves, the copper highlights glinting, even in the poor light of her room.
Spinning on her toes, she watched the deep scarlett, almost black silk skirt swirl around her thighs before settling against her, the material clinging to her skin, cool against her warmness. The matching scoop necked shirt ended just above her navel, showing a brief expanse of golden skin above her skirt. The neckline showed just enough, a hint of cleavage, just to intrigue.
Twisting to see behind her, her full lips curved into a smile as she glanced into her own eyes. The light silvery-blue color was startling to most people and she enjoyed the comments they usually drew. A hint of a deep blue and black dragon tattoo peeked up from underneath her skirt on the small of her back. Her jewelry was silver and simple. A small chain around her neck, small hoops in her ears, another high in the cartilage of her right ear. After pulling on a pair of black strappy heels, she slipped an ornate silver dragon ring onto her thumb to complete her look. The ring was the key, she knew. The key to being accepted.
Taking a deep breath, she stared for a moment more before going to answer the annoying knock that had been pounding for the last 30 seconds. The man standing there looked her up and down, before giving an approving whistle.
"Very nice Agent Lindelle. They're not going to know what hit them."
That's the idea anyway.
He stopped at the slightly nervous smile on her face and gave her a serious look.
"You don't have to do this you know. You're awfully new to be going so deep in. I'm sure we can find someone else if you'd rather start off slower."
Her nervousness suddenly disappeared, her smile dazzling as she shook her head.
I've never been more ready. They're going down.
He nodded, knowing of her personal history with the group and disapproving of her having anything to do with this assignment. But it wasn't his call.
"Alright. The ring is the key. When they see it, they'll know you're part of Tristan's gang, or what's left of it."
I know. I got it. They're all dead, I'm all that's left and I need refuge. How can they resist.
"Ready to go then? It's nearly ten."
She nodded and picked up a small handbag, pulling keys out of it as he held the door for her. The man stayed behind in the room as she left, pulling out a handheld radio and depressing the talk button.
"She's out the door. Dressed to kill as usual. I can't imagine she'll have any problems, he's known as a ladies man. Or likes to think of himself that way anyway. Yeah. She knows what she's doing. We won't hear from her for a few days if all goes well. Yes. Yes. I know Bill. She knows the drill. She's on her own for now. God help her."
OOC
This is an OOC thread for Undercover. I need good guys, bad guys, good gals, bad gals, whatever you want.
The premise is pretty simple. Brynne is an undercover agent, about to infiltrate a nasty group of smugglers. You name it, they deal in it. Designer drugs and diamonds being the highpoints. It's a young, wealthy group who like to party and think they're above the law.
I need at the least a male ringleader for my smuggler group. And anything else someone wants to jump in as. Smugglers, cops, agents, take your pick. I'd prefer some semblance of a story as well as some hot sex thrown in, rather then just jumping right into bed.
If anyone is interested, post a character idea here and if I get a few responses, I will put up an IC thread then. My beginning of this post was merely to pique interest and I'll throw it up IC if we get off to a running start!
Spinning on her toes, she watched the deep scarlett, almost black silk skirt swirl around her thighs before settling against her, the material clinging to her skin, cool against her warmness. The matching scoop necked shirt ended just above her navel, showing a brief expanse of golden skin above her skirt. The neckline showed just enough, a hint of cleavage, just to intrigue.
Twisting to see behind her, her full lips curved into a smile as she glanced into her own eyes. The light silvery-blue color was startling to most people and she enjoyed the comments they usually drew. A hint of a deep blue and black dragon tattoo peeked up from underneath her skirt on the small of her back. Her jewelry was silver and simple. A small chain around her neck, small hoops in her ears, another high in the cartilage of her right ear. After pulling on a pair of black strappy heels, she slipped an ornate silver dragon ring onto her thumb to complete her look. The ring was the key, she knew. The key to being accepted.
Taking a deep breath, she stared for a moment more before going to answer the annoying knock that had been pounding for the last 30 seconds. The man standing there looked her up and down, before giving an approving whistle.
"Very nice Agent Lindelle. They're not going to know what hit them."
That's the idea anyway.
He stopped at the slightly nervous smile on her face and gave her a serious look.
"You don't have to do this you know. You're awfully new to be going so deep in. I'm sure we can find someone else if you'd rather start off slower."
Her nervousness suddenly disappeared, her smile dazzling as she shook her head.
I've never been more ready. They're going down.
He nodded, knowing of her personal history with the group and disapproving of her having anything to do with this assignment. But it wasn't his call.
"Alright. The ring is the key. When they see it, they'll know you're part of Tristan's gang, or what's left of it."
I know. I got it. They're all dead, I'm all that's left and I need refuge. How can they resist.
"Ready to go then? It's nearly ten."
She nodded and picked up a small handbag, pulling keys out of it as he held the door for her. The man stayed behind in the room as she left, pulling out a handheld radio and depressing the talk button.
"She's out the door. Dressed to kill as usual. I can't imagine she'll have any problems, he's known as a ladies man. Or likes to think of himself that way anyway. Yeah. She knows what she's doing. We won't hear from her for a few days if all goes well. Yes. Yes. I know Bill. She knows the drill. She's on her own for now. God help her."
OOC
This is an OOC thread for Undercover. I need good guys, bad guys, good gals, bad gals, whatever you want.
The premise is pretty simple. Brynne is an undercover agent, about to infiltrate a nasty group of smugglers. You name it, they deal in it. Designer drugs and diamonds being the highpoints. It's a young, wealthy group who like to party and think they're above the law.
I need at the least a male ringleader for my smuggler group. And anything else someone wants to jump in as. Smugglers, cops, agents, take your pick. I'd prefer some semblance of a story as well as some hot sex thrown in, rather then just jumping right into bed.
If anyone is interested, post a character idea here and if I get a few responses, I will put up an IC thread then. My beginning of this post was merely to pique interest and I'll throw it up IC if we get off to a running start!
