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Post by Jessica Rabbit on Jan 25, 2013 23:07:53 GMT -5
Her hips tilted in the most deliciously sinful way as she walked. Legs that never ended, curves that any woman would die for, a pouty mouth, killer blue eyes, and luscious, beautiful red hair that curled to her mid back. Jessica Rabbit was by very definition, sex on legs. She was perfect, flawless, and why shouldn't she be? She was handcrafted perfection, the woman of any mans fantasies, and she knew it. Her heels clicked on the cobblestone pathways, and the long red dress revealed her left leg entirely and left her upper chest, shoulders, and arms completely bare. The attire had turned numerous heads since she had arrived, apparently it was all quite scandulous for this time period. Her lips curled up into a smile at such a thought, she lived to scandalize society.
She brought a hand up to stroke one of the horses, quite taken by the creatures beauty having never seen one up close before. The smile quickly fell from her face as she caught side of her hand. She released the horse and brought it back up to her own face to examine it. She was no longer a "toon" the common term for cartoon actors from her own time period. Whatever had brought her here had turned her into a real, flesh and blood woman and that was disturbing. She still maintained her immortality, never aging a day and never a blemish daring to mar her flesh, she was the product of someones imagination she could not be tarnished, but here she could be hurt, here she could be killed, she bled when she got wounded and granted as it healed, it left no scar, merely vanished back into her skin but the fact still remained she could be hurt.
"Oh doll... it seems like we all must get accustomed to new things." Her voice was a sultry purr dripping with sin and the horse nickered softly, nudging her shoulder and she laughed, scratching the creature between the ears with gentle affection
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 25, 2013 23:45:37 GMT -5
Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book. And not any book. It was that same one, over and over again, the French book that had been given him by Lord Henry, and its very presence seemed to make his painting growl from its corner when read. Dorian was livid about the portrait sometimes, and wanted to hurl it into a frozen river or stab it with the knife that had also stabbed its painter. But he would not be able to bring himself to it, seeing it always as an extension of himself. And he could not kill himself. He had come out to walk elsewhere, to find some new thing to be interested in, to be pleasured by the aesthetic offerings of either nature or her handiwork, and to get his mind off the pretty little thing that laid in his bed, still healing.
He was not any different and he knew it. He could have revelations by the dozen and they would never be able to change the awful person he was. So he would go on, try to drive back the darkness again so that he could feel nothing. He was made for pleasure and not emotion, anyway. So he would go on, and he would be the person that he had always been. He was a shadow of himself, but he was always ready for something entertaining.
Why the stables? Well, hell, why not? There were few other places he could go where he wouldn't be reminded of Ruby's haunting eyes. As he went through the door, to see if there were steeds here of quality beyond his own, a very intriguing, out-of-place thing appeared to him. She was stunning. She was beautiful, luscious. She was the picture of bodily perfection. And he tried not to stare but it was a dastardly task. "Hi... Hello, madam. Pardon my intrusion." His mind did not even have to think for him when he saw something like this. Blind charm did it all for him, and he was grateful for he was helpless to a woman.
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Post by Jessica Rabbit on Jan 26, 2013 0:17:52 GMT -5
Jessica did not care for this human form of herself, she had not been constructed for actual human pleasures, but now it seemed she could be. She was carved from depravity, the very essence of lust, she was never supposed to be a physical form, just an illusion, a haunting beauty who lingered in the most luscious of dreams and the most sinful of daydreams. Out of place and out of tune in this bizarre human body she was helpless. She could not bend the laws of reality and physics and she already detested such things. Her only power was her ability to bewitch any life form she came across and to suffer no reprecutions when they came after her with knife and gun. She did not like this feeling of vulnerability. A voice made her turn, her attention abandoning the pretty steed and her ice colored eyes falling on this handsome stranger. He, like her, was an embodiment of beauty, and if that wicked gleam in his eye told her anything he knew it too.
"Hello doll, no intrusion in the slightest." She drawled in a sultry tone as sweet as carmalized honey. "Unless you count my conversation with the horse, but he makes for a dreadful interaction." She strutted towards him, her hips tilting at a dangerous angle until she stood directly before him arms folded delicately across her chest a sinful smile painted across her mouth. She could feel her wedding ring, tucked safely in her dress, lest she lose that too in this strange realm... but nothing ever said she could not play. She cooed to him, willing him to speak with her.
"My name is Jessica... Jessica Rabbit. Do you have a name doll?"
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Post by Dorian Gray on Jan 26, 2013 9:55:02 GMT -5
Dorian spent many days trying to remember the carefree life of a hedonist that he'd lived for so long, and how he'd been able to be so charming and live without thinking a single thing through. Once introduced to true thought again, however, there seemed to be no going back. The principles he'd lived by had been characterized by rash, thoughtless actions, impulsive doing, and apathetic indifference. Now, he had to think again.
And it was hell to try and be rational when such a thing stood in front of him, practically dripping lust and bodily perfection, and he knew immediately that he had met his match. What was this? Some joke? Someone sent out to take his mind,,, and body... off the woman he'd left home in his bed? He'd told her, or at least implied, that faithfulness was not a strength of his, and he'd promised himself that he'd never offer Ruby more than his companionship. Never allow her the pain of marrying him, or even being her consort and him her courtier. No, he was not a good or strong enough man to be faithful, his painting attested to it.
No morals had him. Immortal and immoral. He drawled, his mind stopping its working again. "Might I be pleased with that, then. I would hope myself the least bit more intriguing than a horse." He grinned and his eyes gleamed playfully. There was no way her charm could win his out. Continuing, he shifted his weight onto one foot and crossed his arms afront of him. "M'name's Dorian, sweetheart."
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Post by Jessica Rabbit on Jan 27, 2013 13:40:45 GMT -5
She was carved. Carved from the depravities and sins of a mortal mind. Wicked thoughts and immorality that was never supposed to escape from ink and paper. She was created from sinful lust and heady desire, it was in the very fabric of her being. her creator had given her his own dark fantasies with each stroke of his pen. She had been given life, something, someone like her, never should have been granted. The wet dream of every man, and on occasion, woman, but that's all she was ever meant to be. A fantasy. A sin. A figment of someone's imagination. Flesh, blood, and bone were never meant to be hers, and yet here she stood and even now her wily charms did her bidding, whether she wished them too, or not. She was delicious sin in a physical form, she could never be anything else.
A coy smile curled her mouth, her eyes darkening with amusement at his coy words. Ah... such a tease, dare he challenge her to a game of wit? Did he not know who she was? Of course not, she was from a different world. A world filled with strange impossibilities, a world where mortal men had clutched and grabbed at her and she forever danced away from them. Here, she could do no such things, here she was human and unknown. No one here knew her... which simply made it all the more fun.
"Well now... don't count the poor creature down and out just yet. I don't believe I know you well enough to say which makes better... company." She cooed ever so softly. "It tis nice to meet you Dorian." Her tongue wrapped around his name and purred it like a silken promise. "I would say it's a pleasure but that still has yet to be seen." Dark promises glittered in the depths of her eyes as she slowly moved around him. "Walk with me?"
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