Sinful ((Egg + 31 ))

17-year-old Brandy Fitzwater was born and raised on the Vegas Strip. Her entire life had revolved around 'Sinful' activities. Her mother was addicted to gambling and drinking and she had been neglected since birth. Street smart and rough around the edges, she's become accustom to living by herself. But when a mysterious guy arrives at her school, she is forced to partner up with him in order to survive her increasingly violent mother.

Egg, what'cha think??? :DDD

Pretty cool C: Hmm..who should i be? (the mysterious guy obviously) but like..Arthur? Ian? (i dont wanna be Alfred tho..D: lol)

I was thinking Ian, Arthur doesn't seem right for the part.
And ?Ian won't leave her alone.

Yeah i could be Ian Creepy, Sinful, Mysterious, Murdery Ian x3

Perfect <3

I'll start ~


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It was the middle of February, the air was chilled but no snow ever fell in the desert. The sight of couples getting married on a whim filled all of the casino resorts. Brandy, a lean, skinny, tall girl with dark brown eyes stalked around the strip. She was dressed for summer, though it was the middle of winter. She wore short that hugged her thighs and a white tank-top that revealed just a little too much. Though she lacked clothing, she wasn't cold. The constant flood of bodies shoving around her kept her bare warms and legs warmed.

She approached the MGM hotel, one of the fancier, newer, casinos. A gold lion decorated the outside, while the inside was dark and the smell of smoke and human sweat clouded the inside. Brandy stalked into the casino, a handful of money in her grasp.

A tall, well known Red head was hidden in the shadows. His electric teal eyes loomed over everyone, recognizing faces and emotions, but looking for one in particular, a target. He would find this girl, seduce her, and then kill her, as he always did for his boss.

((I think he should have been assigned to kill Brandy at first, but then he reallyf alls in love with her))

((Yeaaahhh!! :DDD ))

Brandy then started her 'business' that brought home food for her and her mother every night. She stalked over to a poker table and stood behind a man who had a fat wallet in his back pocket. She whispered a sweet lovingly toxic sentence in his ear, causing the man to go ridged as her breath streamed down his neck. He stood suddenly and turned to her, a wry smile on his face. Brandy playfully circled him, his eyes fallowed her every movement.

She affectionately rubbed up against him, humming with contentment and causing the stranger to go rigid. And just like that, she was gone. Brandy vanished, her long, golden brown hair bouncing behind her. The girl appeared outside of the casino and took out the man's wallet. She counted the money and smiled, she'd defiantly eat well tonight.

Ian watched her leave and followed her swiftly, before practically materializing at her side, the wallet and money now in his hands. He looked down at her with his cold teal eyes an smiled, sliding the wallet into his back pocket.
"Rookie move kid." He remarked, noting on how she got the money.

Brandy's eyes narrowed, she licked her lips and scowled at the man, clearly wanting her 'hard earned' money back. She circled him slowly, much like a lioness would, an allowed herself to smirk slightly.
"Give me back the money and leave me alone," She demanded in a sickeningly cold voice, "or else." She added, her voice menacing and sure of itself.

"Or else huh?" Ian teased, his accent coming back from his home land, Scotland. "You dont want to mess with me kid." His voice dipped lower, his tone harder and more menacing than hers, promizing violence if something went wrong.

Brandy huffed, irritated by the man at this point, she knew all about his type. He was the type who played the 'bad boy' card and got every girl he wanted. He was the type who promised trouble by using empty threats. He was the one night stand type of guy, and Brandy wasn't impressed.
"Excuse me? You're the one messing with me, if I remember clearly." She hissed upon his retort. Suddenly, tears blinked into her eyes, a sad puppy dog expression lit up her face. "Y-yes sir, h-he grabbed m-me and w-wouldn't let go..." He breathing grew frantic, "A-and then he said he wanted to take me back to his hotel, he said it was customary in his culture. I-I told him to back off...But he wouldn't let me go!H-He wrapped his arm around my waist and started to undress me, but I was s-screaming my head off...So som-someone called 911." With that Brandy blinked away the tears and smirked, "Don't play dirty with someone who can play better." Brandy hissed, crossing her arms over her chest and promising to call the police and relay her fake sob story to them.

Ian smirked an in one quick movement he had her hands behind her back an a gun to her neck.
"I believe you underestimate my skills." He said seductively in her ear, knowing who she was and how she wouldn't mind a 'one night hookup'..if he could gather to like him even more..

Brandy smirked when she was pulled into his grasp, her hands gripped his arms tightly, keeping a small airway for herself, "Easy tiger." She hummed, feeling the cold gun pressed to her neck, "You wouldn't want anyone to hear a 17-year-old minor scream at the top of her lungs due to a...how old are you? 25-year-old man." Brandy did not look at all like a teenager.In fact, half the time she could order beers without even getting carded.

Ian chuckled. "try 23 lass." He hummed, letting her go, figuring it'd be better not to just kill her in the public, even though he would still get away with it easily.

Brandy whistled and shook her head, "I dunno if this applies to people in Europe, but in America an adult flirting with a minor is considered statutory rape. I could sue you." She threatened idly, but her voice hinting humor.

"Really now? Who says i was flirting?" He asked, his voice dipping into a teasing tone, a smirk on his face. He blinked his teal eyes as a policeman apporached and he stepped into the shadows before he could notice him.
"I'd stay quiet about me love.." He warned quietly.

Brandy smirked, "No premises," She sneered. She smiled at the cop, who gave her a stern look.

"Are you 21?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

"Is there a law that says I can't walk the strip unless I am?" She retorted.

"No, but you do have to be an adult." He commented.

"Well then there's no problem here. I'm 18." She said, boldly examining her fingernails.

"ID." He demanded. Brandy scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Why? Do I look older?" She hummed, fishing out her fake ID and flashing it before tucking it away.

"Fine, but stay away from the alcohol and gambling, If I hear that you've been up to no good, I'll be on you like white on rice. We don't need another one of your mother in this town." The police officer growled, this caused Brandy's blood to boil.

"She's a good person!" She hissed, her temper boiling over.

"Sure she is, sure she is." The police man hummed, stalking off. Brandy stood, her hands clenched into tight fists, her knuckles showing white.


"Hey! You come back here and say that to my f***ing face you coward!" She shrieked, shaking her fist.

Ian chuckled from the darkness watching the cop walk off.
"Your mom sounds nice." He teased with a smirk as he stepped out into the light again. "From what i've heard..at least a decent woman."

Brandy scowled at him and started walking away from him,"Shut up, you don't even know who the h*ll she is. Don't f***ing be sarcastic, you have no idea who she is, you have no right to be a horses a** you bas***." Brandy hissed as she walked away, her temper still steaming.

"I know more than you think." Ian said under his breath, before stepping into the shadows again and disappearing.

((Should it be like the next day and then Ian 'run into' Brandy's mom, play the 'gentleman' card and she invites him over for coffee? and then Brandy sees him and is like O0o))

((Yeah, but it should just be later that night, and for dinner, I'll have Brandy's mom bump into Ian right now.))

Brandy shouldered on a jacket as she rounded the corner and waited as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit alley way. She huffed again, irritated by the lack of lighting and started walking quickly down the narrow alley. She suddenly turned and shoved into a white door, turning the handle with irritation and bursting into a small, and rather dirty, apartment. It was a one story apartment built into the base of the New York New York Casino Resort. The place was dusty and hardly lit. It smelt of alcohol and cigarette smoke, a scent that Brandy had grown accustomed to. splayed out before her, was a messing dining table, stacked high with bills and receipts and beer bottles and cigarette buds i.e her mother's office. But instead of becoming enraged at the messiness of the place, Brandy ignored the filth and strolled to the kitchen. She shifted through the refrigerator, and her shoulders slumped. There wasn't a speck of food in the place and since that guy mugged her cash, Brandy knew she wouldn't be eating tonight.

Meanwhile, Rosalie Fitzwater sat at a poker table in the middle of the Wynn. Casino, it was one of the fancier casinos, but that just meant more money. Her tangled, curly, grey, hair lay in a tangled mass and fell on the back of her neckk. Her eye brows were furrowed as she looked over her cards. She didn't have a dollar in her pocket, she needed to win this...

Ian strolled up infront of Mrs. Fitzwater and made it look like she accidentally bumped into him, making a bunch of coins fall out of his pockets.
"Oh, excuse ma'am I'm terribly sorry." He said, kneeling down to pick up the coins.

Ms. Fitzwater frowned at the sight of all of those coins.
"Oh, no problem." She said, kneeling down and helping him gather his coins.

Ian finished gathering up all his coins and flashed a smile at Mrs. Fitzwater.
"If you don't mind my asking..what's a pretty woman like you doing all the way out here?" He asked, almost shyly, but it was only part of his act.

This brought a smile to her face, she rarely received compliments.
"I live on the strip." She explained, handing him the coins she'd collected.