Imani

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General:

FULL NAME:  Imani Linh

AGE: thirty-four

OCCUPATION: burlesque dancer/exotic dancer

BIRTH DATE: may 17th, 1988

PLACE OF BIRTH: bradford springs, colorado

NEIGHBORHOOD: southside

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: vietnamese, jamaican

GENDER: cisfemale

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: pansexual

EDUCATION: High School 

RELIGION: atheist

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“Do I look like someone who watches Disney movies?” In fact Zak did not watch much television or movies at all. He would much rather spend the time reading or on the internet. “There is nothing wrong with escorts, but she is not one and just like a surgeon does not want to be called a dentist, she would not appreciate being called something she is not.” While he did not know his date explicitly well, he was certain she would not take kindly to the connotation. “Interesting you find it necessary to judge me when I am here with someone and it appears you are alone.” Zak found her anger and frustration with his existence hilarious. It was quite obvious she knew so little about him. He almost wanted to introduce her to the woman he fell in love with and see what she would say then. Bella does not fit into his aesthetic or serve any purpose besides being the most beautiful human to ever walk the planet. But, she talked way too much, she was goofy, very caring, and overly colorful. Quite the opposite of Zak in many ways. “You nailed it. If I put that on my twitter bio are you going to flag me for stealing it?” His tone stayed neutral with his expression, again not bothering to argue.

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Imani shrugged in response to his question. “I don’t know. I sorta thought everyone watched Disney.” She looked at him almost feeling bad for him if he hadn’t seen any. She rolled her eyes as he continued to chide her for calling his date an escort. “Fine. I won’t call her an escort. She’s a gold digger.” She smirked a little to herself. When he mentioned that she was alone she shrugged. “I’m looking at all my options tonight.” Imani’s eyes scanned the room. Nobody had asked her to be a date which wasn’t far from the norm right now. When he asked to use her insult on his twitter she couldn’t help but let out a small snort-giggle. “Yeah you go ahead, butternut. It’s all yours.” She put her hand on her hip steadying herself lightly, all the champagne bubbles were going to her head. 

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Cassian stood where he was, white tea cup in his large hand, shrugging at her words. He would be lying if he didn’t take a split second to admire her beauty. His amber eyes flashing a heated look for a second, that was almost too quick for the naked eye to catch when she gave him her reply. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, darling. You and I would be dangerous by the looks of it. I put out fires for a living, I don’t start them.” His accent was gravelly. Just all the smoke he’s inhaled from work of course. Cas always had a weakness for humor in men and women. Oh, he was sure he’d torch the city for this girl if he got to knew her better. 

Which might just happen. “Oh please, don’t rise on my account. I was only pulling your leg.” He told her, pulling out the chair across from her. “I’ll live with the silver throne for today.” He added, a kind smile crossing his features. “Thank you, by the way. For sharing your space.” He set down his duffle bag and sipped his boiling tea. “I’m Cassian.” He introduced himself, holding out his calloused hand.

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Brown eyes glanced entirely over the man as she took a drink of her coffee. “You are a fireman? Well in that case a little danger shouldn’t scare you.” Imani crossed one leg over the other as she watched him pull out his chair and sit in front of her. He was fine as hell, and Imani wasn’t afraid to let him know it. Why didn’t men like him come into the club. Glancing at his hands, she tried to sneakily check for a wedding ring. A habit of hers. 

“Is anyone else like, ridiculously hype for ski season or is that just me? I haven’t heard any of the locals talking about it so maybe everyone’s just like, over it here. But I’m so ready, oh my god. I just ordered a new snowboard and I can’t wait until it gets here.” 

Imani turned and looked at the brunette and took a long sip of the bright blue drink she had. “I know I’m from here and all.. but I’ve never been skiing or anything like that before. Not gonna catch me breaking off my limbs left and right and calling that entertainment.” She smiled softly. “I would rather stay inside in my burger pants and watch Love is Blind.”

Finally. That time of day– the time of day every firefighter dreamed of.. Clocking off in the morning and grabbing a hot steaming cup of tea. Or at least, that’s what Cassian dreamed of. It was basically a religious habit at this point, no matter where he lived. London, Denver, now here. He just wanted to sit and enjoy his tea without the possibility of a bell ringing in his ears. Cassian came right from the firehouse, wearing regular black jeans that fit just right and a navy blue t-shirt with ‘Bradford Springs Fire’ on the back. Every three days, after his 24-hour shift, he would sit his tush in the same spot, planted at the two seater next to the window. Nothing like blissful people watching.

But this morning was different. His cycle, his routine, was violated. As Cassian turned around from the counter, delicate, white tea-cup in his large hands, his golden-brown eyes caught sight of a stranger– in his seat. A beautiful stranger, at that. But a stranger nonetheless. He smiled slightly to himself before sauntering over to the table with tea in one hand, duffle bag in the other and said, “I think you took my spot. My name’s on the back.. Right there.” He pointed his sharp jaw at the chair they were sitting in. “Plated. In gold.” He added, his facial expression serious. 

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This was just Imani’s dinner. Sure it was early in the morning, but her shift at the club always ended super late anyway. She had some drinks with some girlfriends before going to the cafe to get herself a breakfast sandwich. After that, she would go home and do her best to stay awake and try to fix her chaotic work schedule. Rolling in to the cafe in her heelies before immediately getting chided for doing so, she ordered her coffee and her bacon gouda sandwich before getting comfortable by the window. 

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“Less than you would think, I am not much of a conversationalist.” Not unless he wanted to be, that is. Mostly he would only participate if it was someone he enjoyed talking to or he was getting something out of it. “Hercules? not sure what you are talking about, I know the Greek God but I do not remember anything about tiny creatures.” He shook his head. “I do not however, appreciate you insinuating my date is an escort.” Aiyla was far from it, and while he did not have anything against sex workers, he had never needed to indulge. “Have you seen me? You must not know how the world works, sweetheart so let me inform you-” he paused to take a drink. “I am a wealthy and handsome man who dresses well and knows how to talk to fellow humans without insulting them every two seconds. I am the catch of a century and have never had one stitch of trouble getting a date or someone to share my bed.” 

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“Shocking.” She said with the tiniest bit of a chuckle. Remembering their rude greeting.  “You never seen the Disney movie? With the muses and all? Because you are missing out. That’s one of the best ones.” She laughed when he defended his date. “Nothing against her at all.. besides.. there’s nothing wrong with escorts.” She stared directly at him when he told her she didn’t know how the world works. “Unfortunately, I know all too well how the world works for people like you. Rich dudes with nothing but time on their hands and prone to boredom. Nah.. you aren’t the catch of a century. I know how you treat people that aren’t serving a purpose for you or fit into your aesthetic. I’m sure you get a date now and then... doesn’t make you worth their time.. cuz you’re just.. well.. a basic rich boy. A side dish. No meat and potatoes.”

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“Yep, keep it at work.” Yas nodded, she hated bumping into regular customers when she wasn’t at work. Always asking if she saw a parcel they were waiting for, as if she could log into the system remotely. She giggled at the picture and then laughed harder when Imani said she was going to joke with Fox. “Aw, I bet he’ll believe it. The first thing he said was don’t run away with you when we first meet.” she chuckled.  “I have zero co-ordination but I’d be willing to give it a try. If anything, it would be really funny to watch.” Then she snorted at the mail joke and rolled her eyes teasingly. “I hate to admit that I’ve said that joke a few times myself, it’s really enjoyable isn’t it?” she snickered quietly. “Ooh, great! Is it like a martini cocktail thing?” Yas asked and started in the bar’s direction.

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“You got it, girl.” She said with a smile. Imani hated pretending to be one way, when all she wanted to do was be herself and enjoy her evening. “Ooohh so that came up? So that means I have a chance...” She teased and wiggled her fingers at the girl flirtatiously. “Oh my gosh, no girl, you have no idea, it’s actually way easier than it seems. All you gotta have are hands that work and a little jiggle in your thighs and you can get on a pole.” Imani laughed and nodded. “I love a good dad joke. I tell you what, if a man introduces himself with a dad joke to me.. im in love. Like immediately.” Imani nodded and walked towards the bar. “It’s not a martini, but it is a cocktail and it’s so good. I wouldn’t lead you astray on drinks, believe me.” She said as she pressed the button to cross the street. “So... you and Finn.. how long has that been going on? He’s absolutely bubbly cuz of you.”

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“Mhm, can do that.” Danny murmured the reply, his sleepy voice that pretty much was standard these days. Weirdly, it worked for his choice of job. He kept his head down as he fetched the perfect blend for her, bringing the jar up. “Want it pre-rolled?” he asked, reeling off the script on auto-pilot. He couldn’t help but laugh at her response and he clicked his tongue. “You forget that you only get one side of the story, Imani.” he said simply, grabbing the gummies to slide across the counter. “Anythin’ else?”

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“Thanks.” She whispered as she leaned on the counter, watching him. Her eyes simply gazed over the shop. It must be nice working here. Peaceful. She couldn’t imagine he had too many asshole customers. “Nah I will roll it myself.” She said digging out the cash that stuffed her wallet. “Danny Bananny, you can give me your side anytime you want. Somehow, I don’t think you’d be willing to sit and chat. Unless... you want to prove me wrong?” She tapped the side of her bills against the counter, making sure they were all even.  “You guys got any suckers?”

Bright did love things like this a lot. To see people dressed up and outside the normal clothes was amazing. Many people outside their comfort zone he could see it. But mostly everyone looked amazing and he loved to see all the outfits and looks they had. He did his best for his own a bit normal dressed up outfit. His was a bit feminine  but he loved it and he added his own twist too it with his mask. A sort of evil like horns with over grown vines all over it. His idea of what happened after mother nature died. 

He was leaning back on wall watching each person as they did their thing.  He smiled at the ones he knew and watched others.  Hearing someone he looked over and smiled “hey” he looked at her a moment and smirked “Imani… from the club” he said he was good with people and their names. “I went in and saw you do you thing before” he winked. 

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When he said her name she immediately felt guilty for not knowing his. It happened a lot though, she just had never gotten used to it. “Yeah.. uh.. which club are you talking about? I work at two...” She said as he mentioned seeing her do her thing. How she proceeded with their conversation depended on which ‘thing’ he had witnessed. “I’m sorry, babe, I am really bad at names.. can you remind me yours?” She said, playfully flicking one of the buttons on his sweater. 

@imani-linh​ at: the ghost town​

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The family of raccoons that were calling the ghost town home lately weren’t exactly unwelcome. They provided a scurry of footsteps and rustling noises that seemed to work a treat on some guests, so Del was fairly okay with them being there. They were…sort of cute. Cuter stuffed, probably. But, one in particular that they had lovingly named Boris was a troublemaker, scraping away at priceless old woodwork that Del did not want to see ruined.  Armed with a bat that they had no intentions of using, Del dragged it along the ground of the old school house just to hopefully scare old Boris away. Again, completely ignorant to the sound they were creating on the outside. “I’m gonna get you.”  “You better get out.”   “You can’t be here.”  They caught sight of a fat raccoon butt scurrying out the other side of the building, work done for now. Flinging the bat over their shoulder, Del quickly opened the door to leave. They immediately came face to face with one of the guests, a brightly dressed woman which was enough to shock Del to the core. “Holy fucking shit!” she exhaled with equal measures confusion and shock. “What year did you come from?” 

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She had expected this to just be a vaguely spooky, but educational evening. The scary whisperings had her nervous that she had somehow walked into a haunted house on accident. Lord knows she is terrible with being scared and on her own. She did her best to tip toe, and try to find her way out of there. She did not fuck with crazy people dressed up getting their rocks off trying to scare innocent people. She loved horror movies at home, but they stayed in the tv where they belonged. 

Approaching what she hoped was the exit she screamed as the door popped open. “Don’t!” Was all she could muster out as her hand clutched her chest and her other hand popped up in a fist, ready to swing. Taking a breath, she realized the woman wasn’t there to scare her at all, but had conveniently done so. “What?” She asked, but processed the question... barely. What year was she from? “1988?” She questioned, not realizing the woman was talking about her outfit. 

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“Oh by all means, gorgeous. Thank you.” River bent forward a tad so she could fix whatever was going on atop their head. It was bound to happen, as intricate as they were with their outfits and even more over the top with their costumes, they also tended to not be careful anymore as the night went on. Too invested in whatever buzz they were feeling, dancing, and generally having a good time. “By the way, you look stunning. Is this from a particular inspiration or just a classy creation of your own?” They asked motioning to her ensemble which was quite gorgeous if they did say so themselves. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in so very little color, but still utterly gorgeous, baby.” 

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Imani reached up, carefully adjusting their hair with her nails. She always looked out for people. and loved doing little things like fixing hair to show her affection. “Oh thank you... You know.. most people see both my ass and titties the first time they meet me.. so I thought I’d just go as a lady tonight. Trying to bring out my inner princess I guess.” She wanted so badly for someone to sweep her off her feet and remove her from the rut she seemed to be stuck in. But as a hopeless romantic and a realist, she knew the likelyhood of that wasn’t high. “Yeah, I couldn’t find this in lime green” She joked with a small smile. “Thank you... but you gotta tell me where you got this..” She pinched the fabric of their outfit between her fingers. 

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                          “You know damn well that if we finally got together, the world would probably collapse in on itself. We’d be too hot, Imani. In fact, we’re kind of doing an act of service for not hooking up.” Kenzie laughed but it faded away when Imani said she was going to leave, she clutched Imani’s wrist with both her hands and crouched slightly. “No! You can’t go, babe. You look amazing, what the hell?” she pleaded because if she could spend all night with Imani, she’d be elated. The mention of Axel made Kenzie nod her head in the man’s direction as he was talking to someone. “Him, but don’t make it obvious. I kinda wanna know who that woman is he’s talking to but I don’t want my psycho ass to show this soon.”

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“Maybe I am tired of doing acts of service for the rest of the world.” She teased as she reached out and playfully squeezed Kenzie’s hand. Imani sighed when Kenzie pleaded with her to stay. “I know I look amazing, but like.. this just isn’t my thing you know? Like everyone is all coupled up and fancy.... and I’m just thinking about sour patch kids and watching Great British Bake Off..” When Kenzie told her to not make it obvious, she might as well have just told Kenzie to stare at him dead-on with her mouth open. Which is exactly what Imani did. She turned and looked directly at Axel and the woman. “Okay... I will give you he’s cuter in person... You don’t know her though?” She said, turning back to Kenzie. 

She had been waiting on the sidelines, scoping out the ball with the wandering feeling of normalcy. People dressed up, champagne flowing, dancing – this is the life she knew well. Her daydream was cut short at the voice of another, causing her to look to her side behind her white mask. “Hmm? Oh.” Theo squints, leaning in to observe with the utmost care. “…nope, you’re fine. False alarm. It’s the worst fear with a bright lip, right?”

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Imani was always slightly weirded out by masks, and tonight it was even worse as the edibles she took didn’t seem to be fully agreeing with her. Doing her best to ignore the fear she smiled and ran her thumb over her teeth just in case. “I usually wear bright lips, but this is a new brand.. and it’s not very good.” She said softly before taking a nice deep breath. “Your dress is pretty. I like it a lot... are you here with someone?”

with: @imani-linh​ where: the shining ball

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                         “Excuse me, miss ma’am where the hell you been all my life?” Kenzie flicked her hand over Imani’s gorgeous attire, a huge difference to the colorful wardrobe her best friend was known for. It didn’t make her look any less beautiful. “You look so damn good, I might leave with you and not Axel.” she chuckled and wrapped an arm over Imani’s shoulder. “You wanna dance? I wanna dance, so that means we’re dancing.”

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Imani smiled seeing her bestie, doing a little sassy spin for her to show off the dress. Even though Imani wasn’t feeling it, having Kenzie’s support made things feel better. “Oh yeah? You know I’ve always told you I’d keep you sexually and emotionally satisified. So. What’s the hold up?” She teased as she leaned into Kenzie. “Okay. A few dances. Then I’m bailing on this place... my ass is eating my underwear and I want to get in my sweatpants..” She looked around, furrowing her brows. “Where is your date?”

closed starter for @imani-linh​ at Open Mic at the Broom Closet

“So, are you going to go up there?” Alexandra smirked at her friend, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Oh fucking Christ no.” She responded to the blonde. “I don’t sing or write poetry or do comedy or anything like that. I’m just here to watch. What about you? You doing something?” She asked bringing her drink to her lips.