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FORMERLY west_coastin

AIM SAMPLE #1 : GUY
{ KEON & SEVEN }
AND I'M BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES . . .

At the end of a shift, there was enough time to goof around or relax to sneak in a curtesy drink. The drink of choice was nothing more than a glass of water. With a small notebook in one hand while the other held loosely against the glass, lips covered in a light crimson hue parted reciting words that boomed in unison with the heavy dancable beat to 'Pop, Lock and Drop It'. Current rotation of women were on their grind just to earn a large buck. It wasn't anything out of the norm by now. Set of dark hues glanced around the establishment quickly in a searchful manner before letting eyes settle back onto the set of note. She had an idea what or better yet who she was looking for. Seated in the corner of a booth just feet away from the main stage she slipped out the celluar device that was deep within her clutch. A few females that were regular employees passed by waving in the direction of the fiery hair female. She did the same but held her eye out making sure that time had elapsed for her to head out since being in that place to discuss something that might have been personal in that place. Slightly bouncing in her seat she began to grab those items including the notebook of notes to head for a back door which led towards the back where deliveries were made and most of the custodial staffed lounged. Short but elevated legs moved swiftly yet on beat in those pair of wedged black open toed heels. Frame was covered in a black skirt about knee length and fit to her frame, with a white button up blouse that was rolled at the sleeves, unbuttoned at the top by a few, and pair of small gold looped earrings were in each lobe, a small gold chain was worn with a locket at its end, and the black apron which was still wrapped around her waist with the Juicy's logo imprinted on the front. Free hand reached to swipe a loose strand of hair behind her ears as she moved in that direction disclosed direction.

Other than picking up his last check, there was no official need to be anywhere near that establishment but yet he found himself parking his car a good distance away from where he was currently walking. Eyes squinted as he took steps in a naturally laid back swagger, cloudy thoughts in his mind had him almost unfocused on his goal of getting a place to stay. As he made a step onto the property where Juicy's sat, he had an overwhelming feeling of anger. If it wasn't for his better sense, he probably would have made a b-line in the direction of the front doors but he held his calm as footfalls lead him to the more discreet location of the back of building. Stopping near where most of the deliveries were made, he didn't have a clue how upset it was going to get him simply being in the same area where he knew someone had made him lose his job. Steps stopped near a loading area that was in the back when he saw a familiar frame moving into the same space. Dressed in a light and dark gray camo thermal, dark blue jeans, and a pair of dark gray Timberlands. The position that he held as head of security provided him with the money that went into the two chains that were around his neck, studs in each ear. Hair was parted down the middle and seperated into two french braids, smaller cornrows leading into each. Deep southern slang was heard when he greeted her with that generally misunderstood greeting that substituted how are you doing. "Where y'at?"

One of the side doors had been left open enough to give view of where she would be located. The side of the door was the loadind dock which sat higher than the door but it was closed. She glanced sideways before moving carefully on heels to leave the confines of that door to meet him. Ears picked up on the vernacular and a wise smile was cracked before she spoke. At first she was lost at what was said but understood it solely from previous interactions. "What's good, fam?" She only eased her weight closer enough to glance behind incase anyone had been nosey. At that point the only people who cared much was possibly another dancer but no one was seen in that space besides a few staff. She clutched her bag closely beneath her arm and held the notebook to her chest as if she were about to attend a class. Head canted to the side when face strained into a more serious one when she pointed out his demeanor. In a habit she bent her ankle outward but careful doing so as not to injure herself in said heels. "How you holding up?" She asked just concerned. Eyes darted down the linesight of the back before following him in a reading manner.

Shrug of the shoulders was given when he was asked about himself, "Nothin' much." He shook his head but paused in his movements as he waited for her to close the distance between them. He heard the concern in her voice and gave a defeated look to her words after they were offered. Once the distance was closed significantly, he turned to head back out from the way he had come just incase he was being watched. From his job there, he had knowledge of cameras and if the current head was running it anything like it had been run while he was in charge, he was probably on alert. "Ain't nothin'." Tongue made a glide across his upper row of teeth, "Really what it really is, er'body against me right now. I ain't been doin' good, it's been er'body get Black lately and shit. You know how I got dropped from over here?" Brown eyes made a sideways shift to her to see if she was keeping up with the already slow walk that he was making out of the linesight of the cameras.

Steps seemed to pick up when she spotted him move in a different direction. She had an idea and was less aware of security cameras because there was no need to do so in her case. In a walk slightly on his heels, ears listened to him and the difference in his voice. "Oh no, my man it doesn't sound like nothing." She picked up in her steps so she could be more at level with the pace he was walking in. Head was lowered to watch her steps from making a fall but glanced over to the side in order to fully see what was up. A nod was given to answer the last of his question but from what was heard could have been half truths. "That ol' funky tail gal told me Lenny cut you loose. I asked Lenny myself just to be nosey, fam flat out said you was in the wrong. Was you?" She chewed on her bottom lip briefly but released it from the grasp. Eyes darted ahead but back over shoulder before falling back to him. "You didn't do nothing wrong, betcha didn't." Wasn't sure if what was told to her was the truth so she asked. "Does it feel like you're being crushed down heavy? All at once and no way to get from under it?"

Level of disbelief and aggression of actually being fired had him frowning, he gave her a weird look that wasn't meant for her but more so at the situation itself. "That's ya folk but Lenny a damn lie if he told you that. He ain't talkin' right on me. Got me lookin' twisted up but I'ma put you on the know." A deep breath was taken as look was directed ahead and he slowed to a stop out of the range of the cameras. Hands found his pockets and he turned more so to look at her, "Honest. Notta one thing I did could have stopped what happened because ol' girl was a ho like that. I was in the back when it happened. I was on my break so I come back and Lenny talkin' on some shit like he want to get a one on one with me. Tell me ol' girl was letting some things happen in one of the private rooms, you know 'bout what I mean when I say that though, when I say some things.. you know.. she got caught, put my name in it like I was involved and I got dropped like that. He wasn't even tryin' to hear what I had to say 'cause I done some shit in the past that was against the rules and I got a pass. He was th'ew with me this last time. Told me I could step." He shook his head somewhat in discouragement and sadness at the event passed but looked up to her with a blanker expression that turned sincere when her question was asked. "It feel like that plus some mo'shit. Got two baby mommas, three kids.. and no job. My kin folk just got tossed in a cell and my baby mommas is trippin'."


AIM SAMPLE #2 : GIRL
{ CARMELITA & ISABEL }
WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?

A simple plan. Meet a male who looked like he was carrying a lot of money on him, take him to the hotel room with the offer of something more, then take him for everything he had. That was the plan, easy since it had been done before. Short and sweet with the two of them working together, Carmelita would leave the door unlocked and Isabel could come in with the surprise but it hadn't gone that way. Moments before where a cue should have been given, a gunshot was heard, muffled by a pillow. A puddle of blood spread across the sheet and a lingering silence screamed out louder than any noise could have. The curvy Latina who straddle the now lifeless figure looked cold, her expression fixed on the pillow that now had a hole in it. It seemed as if nothing was registering in her mind but it was the exact opposite, she knew what she had done was uncalled for but it still brought a power that matched no other. The rush and sudden climax of the moment seemed to be something that she thoroughly enjoyed. Her chest lifted high in a deep breath and she looked to the small revolver that she held in one of her hands. Closing her eyes tightly, it was as if nothing could be heard and there wasn't the slightest form of panic in her body. Her eyes traced over the tattooed chest of the male beneath her, no movement at all. Her free hand roamed along his flesh but she couldn't bring herself to lift the pillow just yet. She was sure that Isabel would burst through the door at any second. That gunshot had to be heard but since it was an area where those sounds were common, most would ignore them. If there was any real care from her partner whom she'd told to wait by the door.. She was sure she wouldn't be alone in that room for long. Long black locks were messy from what seemed like a struggle but it had been nothing more than her victim's need to feel on her prior to his own demise. Her clothing was in a pile near the bed that she was on, his close to her own. They'd both made it down to their basics. He was down to his socks and boxers and she was into a black bra that helped accent her curves, a matching G-string that went with it. Her make up was starting to fade, not as crisply as she had applied it. She stayed in her spot, straddling him, one hand pulled through her hair as she yanked tangles free.

Usually everything went pretty smoothly and there were no problems, but something during the day told her that things were on a slow downhill battle. Tip of her index acrylic hooked under her bra to pull it down a little bit while the other slipped inside of her jacket and top to pull her actual breast into the lacey undergarment. Left foot moved a little across the pavement until she heard the gunshot. Of course, they chose this type of an area to work out of for that very reason however it sounded too close to her to not come from her room. Sunglasses were pushed to the top of her head while she spun on the heels of her pumps and went for the door. Bursting into the room moments after the shot rang out and the scream registered to her that left hand gripped the doorknob as she pushed into the door to open it up. Hustling inside she closed the door over and locked it once she saw the blood all over the bed. Heart skipped a beat while her hands went up in the air, instantly reprimanding her partner in crime without even saying anything. Steps were taken toward the bed, almost as if she had to see it up close to really take in what happened. " ...Wha.. WHAT happened!? " Adrenaline rush caused Isabel to reach for Carmelita's arm and almost tear her from her position, yanking the woman to her feet. " What did you do!? " Once Carmelita was to her feet and steady, both hands were wrapped around the woman's forearms, shaking her a few times, trying to not only knock her from her dazed state but to actually get her to tell her what happened; hoping she missed something.

She never noticed the entrance that her partner made into the room but knew she would be coming soon, in the back of her head a lie was already forming but it probably wouldn't be good enough. There was no real signs of struggle, everything was in order except for the slip up on the bed. Feeling a hand on her arm brought her attention back to what was actually happening. She almost stumbled when she was pulled away but was quick to reach her hand to Isabel's hip in order to steady her own stance. Her body became tense when she was shaken and her jaw tightened a bit. "Stop.." The only word she would offer before she yanked free of her partner's hold. "He was.. I did what I had to do, okay? If it wasn't him, it would have been me." She looked around the room but didn't hesitate to make a move for the pile of clothes that were next to her own. She pulled out a wallet from the pocket and examined it before looking back over to Isabel. "He knew people, Isi. He would have come back for us, you should have heard the way he was talking to me. He was going to do things that I didn't want him to.. I wasn't going to be able to give you a cue. I would have been dead, okay?" She looked over the ID that was in the wallet, placing her gun on the floor for the time being and kneeling. There were a few hundreds inside and she could tell there would be. "Look over there, he has a couple chains. They gotta be worth something..." She moved on, no further explaining from her part. Her actions were not justified and a look around the room would lead anyone to infer that there was no need for death. She got up after the hundreds were pocketed into her bra, kicking his clothing for a minute to see if anything would fall out. She could hear the vibration of a mobile device but paid it no mind. "He has a car.. we're downstairs so it's.. one, two, three spaces over. We have to get him to the trunk. We can wrap him up in the sheet." Her bare feet were placed on the carpet and she bent over to search for the keys to the expensive old school that was parked outside. "You have to be calm okay. Yeah, yeah.. just be calm alright?"

Once Lita tore away from her, thoughts begun to double and weren't being processed which explained the way her body tensed up and became completely unable to be moved and her hands were shaky. Something about the big story she was just told wasn't making sense. Nothing.. was making sense and the look of confusion made her space out through the whole story that was being told. However, she took it in and was able to scan the room without turning around too much since that was her thing - walking into a room and remembering things as they were. Head begun to shake rapidly as her hands went up in the air and three steps were taken backward, back peddling toward the door as she looked at Lita with a slight turn of the head. She may have looked a little crazy just then but nothing was making sense. That gut feeling was eating at her, knowing something was about to go bad and being unable to stop it. " No...no, no, no. I'm not doing this, Lita. What the fuck are you doing? We.. we can't do this. Suspect. It's about to be real suspect. And what we gunna do with that car? Keep it with a body in it? Dios mio. " Index and middle fingers pressed along the left side bridge of her nose while her head went down in thought. She couldn't take it all in and be okay with it because it just wasn't sitting right with her. Going over by where the jewelry was she pulled a piece of tissue out of the box and then another before she collected the jewelry. It felt wrong because it was wrong. Robbing people was one thing but this was something else that made her side eye the girl she'd been with and working with for over two years. " Calm, huh? You expect me to fucking be calm when you...Jesus. " The cross was made across the front of her body while she placed the jewelry into a plastic baggy that was removed from her coat pocket. Left leg begun to move a bit under the panels of her coat, almost unable to keep it from moving out of the lack of handling she had on her nerves.

Pausing the search for keys, she straightened up and looked over to Isabel. Thick eyebrows dipping low and the expression of pure anger was on her face as she heard objection. "You're not doing this? It's already done.. You're going to leave me here and run.." She moved over to her and noticed those steps that she was taking, the reluctance in her voice. She pointed to herself and looked at her partner deeply as she approached. "I am doing what I have to do to cover this up. No one wanted it to go this way, he made it go this way and now we have to do what we have to do." She looked back over to the bed where that body laid and shook her head. "We're not keeping his car, we're putting him in the trunk and driving it off a cliff somewhere or into the water, whichever we find first." Her sights were brought right back and stayed there, watching as she went to collect the jewelry from where it was placed. She eyed her closely trying to pick out what wasn't right, and there was a feeling that she was not at all with the idea. She knew there needed to be a save if she wasn't going to be looked at suspect. She moved over to where Isabel stood quickly, side stepping so that she was in front of her. Palms were pressed against Isabel's face in an attempt to make her focus on her. "I didn't mean for it to happen but I didn't feel like I had a choice. I'm sorry that you have to get involved but I need you right now. I need you to help me. I know I made a mistake and I thought it was the only thing to do at the time but we have to stick together, okay? Me and you, we have to do this. Don't be afraid or anything, I'll make sure that nothing happens to you. And I'm so sorry." She was lying but it couldn't have come off anymore sincere than it just had.

The look of resentment was written all over her face while she tried to block out what was going on and just do shit the safe way. In her mind, things were done and nothing she could have done would have made it better except calling the cops but that would have left her in the same position with even more at stake. Never wanting once to smack the shit out of Carmelita as she did at that moment she channeled her anger and fury into getting things cleaned up without directly touching anything. Had half the mind to take off her pumps and walk around barefoot but there was no real way to skin the cat so that there wasn't an issue later. Teeth gritted while she felt hands reach for her face. As routine as it was, this wasn't a part of what usually happened. When palms pressed onto her face, eyes shifted upward to focus on Lita when she spoke. Dead in the eyes as she jerked her head back and stepped back the words that followed sounded just as cold as the way she was moving. " Don't fucking touch me, Lita. Let's just get this over with so you can get rid of this. The longer he's on that bed the more the blood will settle. " Moving directly past Carmelita her shoulder would have lightly brushed into her but she didn't bother to say excuse me. Pocketing the ziploc bag into her coat pocket she went toward the bed and used the napkin in her hand to reach for the pillow and remove it. Shooting a glance over the curve of her shoulder those eyes cut sharply back down to the male as she said a prayer to herself and did the cross once again before grasping at the edge of the sheet to pull it up, almost feeling sick to her stomach while she did so.


THREAD SAMPLE #1 : GUY
{ LUCIO & BROOKE }
CALLING A TRUCE.

THREAD SAMPLE #2 : GIRL
{ TONE & RASHEED }
JUMPING THE BROOM.


JOURNAL SAMPLES

JOURNAL SAMPLE #1: GUY