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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 18, 2015 17:39:50 GMT -5
Perhaps it's the thrill that keeps bringing him back. Or maybe it's the monetary value. One may never know. The life of a con artist isn't that of an easy one. The drinking, the sleeping in until 2 in the afternoon, the different women every night. Oh yeah, and the millions of dollars illegally obtained through lies and under the table deals. That too. Little does he know that there's a privet eye on his tale, and she's not willing to give up easy.
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 18, 2015 21:16:19 GMT -5
Name: Joanna Marie Rosewood Nickname: Jo Age: Nineteen Looks:  Other: Has a double infinity tattoo on the inside of her wrist. |
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 18, 2015 22:18:59 GMT -5
Name: William Musick
Nickname: Will
Age: Nineteen
Looks:I sent them to you
Other: has a sleeve of tattoos, and also is a con artist.
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 18, 2015 22:57:32 GMT -5
Will sat at the bar, swishing his black label around in the glass. He surveyed the group of women in the bar, searching for wedding rings as well as the level of their intoxication. He was quite level headed himself, and he planned on staying this way if he expected to make any money. He looked a girl up and down. She was obviously to young to be in this bar, much like himself. Perfect. His lips spread into a sick smirk before he moved across the crowded dance floor to her "Hey. I'm Dean." He said, making up a fake name
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 9:38:00 GMT -5
Joanna could feel a smirk pushing up onto her face, "well hi there dean," she looked up at him, "I'm Jess." If he could make up a name, so could she. In fact, she could make up and entirely new identity, as proven by the fake southern accent she offered up. She hrld her hand out for him to shake, smiling at him. "It sure is nice to meet you." Her plan was to play an innocent farm girl that had just moved to the city. Naive, innocent, and looking for someone to trust. It would play right into his scam. Joanna was a private detective, who had been hired by a couple of women who swore that he was a con artist. She had enough evidence to agree with them, but not enough to get him arrested. That's why she was going undercover, in order to gather more evidence.
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 19, 2015 11:56:50 GMT -5
He took her hand skeptically and kissed the top of it. He could tell right away that her accent wasn't entirely real, but he decided to humor her and not say anything about it. "Could I buy you a drink?" He offered, releasing her hand
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 12:04:21 GMT -5
"Sure sweetheart," she smiled at him and let him lead her to the bar.
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 19, 2015 13:03:19 GMT -5
He ordered her another one of the drink she had in her hand, and handed her a shot. He downed his in one gulp, and waited for her to be done with hers. "What brings you here?" He aksed, knowing very well that she wasn't here ffor this tavern
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 13:10:09 GMT -5
"I was hoping to meet some people, I'm new here in town and I could use someone to show me around and everything," she smiled, downing her shot.
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 19, 2015 13:13:53 GMT -5
He grinned wide, leaning his side against the padded edge of the bar "looks like I'm your man sweetcheeks. I grew up here." He lied smoothly
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 13:18:27 GMT -5
Joanna smiled and said, "we'll it looks like it's my lucky day then!"
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 19, 2015 13:20:34 GMT -5
He leaned closer to her predatorally, partly blocking her between his body and the the person on the stool next to her. "Where are you from before here?" He rose an eyebrow
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 13:28:12 GMT -5
"Tennessee," she told him, "you wouldn't have heard if the town, it's too small. The closest city is Memphis, but that's right about an hour away."
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Post by Moderator Kelly on Feb 19, 2015 13:32:17 GMT -5
He nodded, taking sipping his drink "try me. I've made my way around Tennessee."
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Post by Admin Celloluvr on Feb 19, 2015 13:34:10 GMT -5
"It's called billow creek," Joanna told him, "there's around two hundred people that live there," she explained. It was a really place, she had been there with her mom when she was young.
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