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[whitetwoguns]

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[Hello Network! It's Mr. White. He appears to...not be wearing a shirt. Weird. Especially considering that he is most often or not in some sort of a collared shirt.]

I'm never the kinda guy who's been known to brag or anything but I'm in the prime of my life still. Fellas younger than me are already on the decline. I'm an attractive man. Types like me you don't see much anymore. 

[For a man who does not know what myspace is, he happens to know the angle well enough. There's some exposed chest! And he has some ink. A stylized king and queen sort of a card pair that is partially obscured by how he's standing. It's not quite still.]

I'm fuckin' attractive. Nothing I can hide.

[Smile there not quite sheepisly.]

Me and Lula here [a brief flash of hair and a skimpy suit belonging to whoever is apparently Lula the cigarette girl at the casino, what you really get to see is a leopard something something that he's wearing] were cutting a rug when it hit me. I gotta call out. There's a whole lotta living I should be doing and for fuck's sake sexy looking pieces of shit like me can't go to waste.

[There's still some movement because the dancing hasn't quite stopped which would explain why the camera quality is not what it could be.]

[ooc; Forward dated to around noon!]

Comments

[boutant]

Has that worked for you?

[ She is going to be so mortified when this curse is over. As usual.

And still wonder where he put his guns, because really, Mr. White. Where are they? ]

I woke up and I was just like "Ariadne, you're 23, you make more money than anyone in your house, and you're hot. Show it off." Why worry, right?

[whitetwoguns]

[That'll be two of them, Ariadne. Come on. You know Mr. White enough to see he's not normal today.]

So far so good. I don't plan on stopping.

[He might be left with a bag of his things that he had while appropriately dressed. That's giving secrets away.]

And them some.

[boutant]

[ At the moment, she just thinks he's been hit with the same bout of confidence that she's been hit with.

Maybe a little more of it. ]

Good for you.

[ Well, whatever works. ]

Seriously though, a tattoo -- what do you think?

[whitetwoguns]

Tattoos and general are great. It's gotta mean something though. You don't get more permanent. Your body is a temple and so you don't want to have shitty murals.

[boutant]

Yeah, definitely. I mean, I wouldn't want to design a building and then have someone decorate the inside and make it look awful.

[whitetwoguns]

What didja have in mind?

[boutant]

Some sort of labyrinth or a maze.

[whitetwoguns]

....Where?

[boutant]

Well, that's why I'm asking. I'm not sure where it would work the best.

[whitetwoguns]

Are you thinking a big thing or a small thing?

[Because he's trying to wrap his mind around what that sort of a tattoo would look like. It's not striking him as particularly hot but...]

[boutant]

Probably a small thing. Maybe on my wrist?

[ Someone could trace it with their tongue... ]

[whitetwoguns]

Except then it'll be seen by just anybody. Some tats are nice because they're a hidden treasure.

[boutant]

Maybe a chess piece, then. I'm not sure where, though...

[ She's going to be very confused as to what she was thinking when this curse is over. ]