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Marshall looks his canvas up and down, tapping a finger to his lips. His canvas was a pretty enough man with a sweet charming smile, this wouldn’t be much of a hard case at all. “Right well. We better get started.” he says with a nod, gently unclipping his box open and pulling out the drawers full of makeup. Elias walked over and sat down at the chair facing the brightly lit mirror, gently resting his hand on his chin. He smiled that charming smile of his. “Do you ever s...

Rome turns the calling card in his hand, reading the words on it over and over again. “Psyche Cura” the card reads in a sleek silver lettering with the words “Book an appointment today” and a phone number directly below it. Rome had scheduled this meeting weeks in advance as he had mustered much effort to even just pick up the phone and talk into the receiver. He had only been a resident in Burrowgatory for a few months now, and everything was still so new. Firstly, he wa...

“Jeanne-” Rome breathes, letting out a soft exhale, shifting slightly in his restraints. He bites his lip slightly, waiting for a response, his cheeks a rosy color from the mild embarrassment of the situation. He was currently in bed with a beautiful lady who he never would have imagined to happen in his near future at all. Yet here they were. “Rome. What is it, pet-” Jeanne purrs, in reply, stroking the other’s hair gently. He was currently bound in beautiful white rop...

It was well past midnight and even though pretty much everyone at the church was asleep at this time, (choosing to sleep early in order to get up early and therefore finish chores early as well) one man was certainly still well awake, with a plan ready to be executed. Orryn stealthily made his way through the corridors, making sure the coast was clear and making sure that nobody’s sleep would be disrupted by his late night field trips. Finally a few meters away, he saw his target loc...

Orryn laughs freely, and happily. “Vice. You really are too much. You’re as humorous as ever. To think you’re some big bad mafia guy now, yet you can still have that childish side to you.” he says, leaning gently on the other’s arm. Vice himself smirks and raises the teacup to his lips to take a sip. “Oh please,” he says with amusement. “You are but an easily captivated audience.” He reaches over and takes the teapot to pour Orryn more tea when suddenly, the door burs...