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Every madman has something that keeps him sane. Every virus has an antidote. While Scarlett’s one true love will always remain her job, the girl she saved from a whorehouse in Tennessee and later fell in love with will always be a close second. Or at least that’s how Scarlett would tell it.
She found the girl in a club in Tennessee’s underground — a place she had found far more dangerous and seductive than she had ever expected — at a so-called escort service run by a tall man with a rough voice and a rougher hand. Arella (whose name means Angel, ironically) was one of his ‘girls’, so called ‘damaged property’ — she had scars over her back from his hand.
Taken in by her pretty eyes and firey hair, Scarlett gave him her money and spent the night with the girl at her hotel, but Arella never returned to the Stardust. As good as she was at covering her tracks, Scarlett made certain he wouldn’t find her little Angel, the girl she’d taken for her own after a night meant to be a simple one night stand turned into her gentle hands running over the other’s scars, mortified that anyone would hurt something so pure.
Arella moved in with her in her mansion in L.A., but it wasn’t long after this that Archer stepped in to the picture. The man who had run the operation that wound up in her kidnapping as a child, Archer was a cruel man who knew no boundaries. As things began to get deadly between he and Scarlett, she became afraid that Arella would wind up a victim of their murder games. She sent Arella away to a ranch in Texas, hoping she would be safer there.
When I am queen, I will insist With perfect scars upon my wrists That everything you once held dear Is taken away from you

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I'm probably going to be reworking a lot about Scarlett. I mean, I just don't see her being as... Well, we'll see. She's not going to be so sexual from now on, since that was really a thing she was with Ren only anyway. So she's just gonna be... Reckless.
Oh yay! I really liked that thread. n_n and u
Let's be honest, Scar will always be my favorite in my heart. I created her, and that means so much more to me than taking a character someone else created. I put my soul into her. I mean, not to say I don't love the others. I do. But Scarlett, with her little quirks and such, jfc. I mean, think about it. I know her in and out. I love how she's a ruthless killer one minute and the next she's playing video games with her cat Redfield and her almost-girlfriend in a pair of cotton shorts and a ponytail. None of my other characters have my heart as much as Scarlett. Even if I love them to death.

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God is buried deep in the folds
of her fractured self and the lies that she’s told
When they robbed her of her infinite smile
she thought maybe I’ll just play dead of a while. [x]
Right, so I'm aware I had threads with you two at some point, and I know I replied to Nicole a few weeks ago... I'm pretty sure I replied to Switchblade too, a while back. If you wanna keep the threads, let me know? I'm kinda attached to 'Playing Wealthy', anyway.
-- I'll fix my theme soon, but yes. I'm back.
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Every madman has something that keeps him sane. Every virus has an antidote. While Scarlett's one true love will always remain her job, the girl she saved from a whorehouse in Tennessee and later fell in love with will always be a close second. Or at least that's how Scarlett would tell it.
She found the girl in a club in Tennessee's underground -- a place she had found far more dangerous and seductive than she had ever expected -- at a so-called escort service run by a tall man with a rough voice and a rougher hand. Arella (whose name means Angel, ironically) was one of his 'girls', so called 'damaged property' -- she had scars over her back from his hand.
Taken in by her pretty eyes and firey hair, Scarlett gave him her money and spent the night with the girl at her hotel, but Arella never returned to the Stardust. As good as she was at covering her tracks, Scarlett made certain he wouldn't find her little Angel, the girl she'd taken for her own after a night meant to be a simple one night stand turned into her gentle hands running over the other's scars, mortified that anyone would hurt something so pure.
Arella moved in with her in her mansion in L.A., but it wasn't long after this that Archer stepped in to the picture. The man who had run the operation that wound up in her kidnapping as a child, Archer was a cruel man who knew no boundaries. As things began to get deadly between he and Scarlett, she became afraid that Arella would wind up a victim of their murder games. She sent Arella away to a ranch in Texas, hoping she would be safer there.

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{{ playing wealthy ;;
"Thank you so much, I owe you." The redhead was practically fawning over Nicole as the two entered and the Gunslinger gave a mere shrug, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “No need. But if you insist, you can buy me a drink.” A wink, which prompted a shy smile to creep across the redhead’s face and Nicole couldn’t help but allow her smirk to grow. Damn this fetish of hers. It’s dangerous! She’s supposed to be here on a mission after all. But hey, a little entertainment as a cover couldn’t hurt, right?
Nicole gave a nod when the redhead muttered something about visiting a bar and for her not to go anywhere. 'I'll try my best.' A soft hum thrummed in the back of her throat as her sharp blues watched the woman walk and allowed her gaze to shift - scanning the room. Oh, bingo! There was her target. An overweight man in his mid-forties and damn, this tuxedo top looked like it was ready to pop. Though there was another sight, off to the right of her target - some young and attractive woman who seemed to glare in her general direction. Er, someone behind her, maybe?
Watching with curiosity for a moment, she was actually surprised when a man behind her suddenly shoved her in a room nearby and she raised a brow. Alright, something about this felt funny.
"Watching you?" Her eyes narrowed. "I wasn't. If you'll excuse me --" She attempted to brush past him.
"You're not going anywhere, bird. Archer wants to see you." That's fucking impossible because Archer is fucking dead. Her hand went to her gun. Or where it should have been. But wasn't. And I can't reach my spare. Why did I think it was a bright idea to hide it there?
"I have no business with Archer anymore." Her voice was flat. "Especially not here. Now if you wouldn't mind--" He grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall, leering over her, casting a dark shadow. She set him in a steely gaze, not one to be intimidated by such tactics. She acted nonchalant, as if it didn’t bother her, but her heart had just jump-rocketed and it wasn’t planning on coming down soon.
“I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Diana.”
Her blood went cold. "You need to leave me alone. There is a room full of party guests just outside that door, and I don't think they want to end up cleaning up your insides. I don't know what you're going on about, but I killed Archer with my own hands, I watched the life drain out of his eyes. Archer is dead."
He laughed. "Or so you remember. But you don't always remember things correctly, do you, bird? Like your white rabbit. You don't know anything about him. You don't even know his real name. For all you know, the Archer you killed could have been some random guy off the street. For all you know, your little white rabbit could be Archer, and you could be falling into more than just a hole to wonderland. You could be following him straight to your grave."
"I'm touched that you're so concerned for my safety." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and she freed her wrist from his grasp, turning to leave. "But I can handle it myself, actually." His voice stopped her in her tracks.
"I don't think you would like it very much if Arella ended up dead." She froze. The fight and pride drained out of her body. She turned to face him, her target forgotten.
"How do you know about Arella?" Her voice was flat, her eyes dark with fear. "If you touch her, I will personally rip you limb from limb, tear your heart out, and make you eat it. And you would know I live up to my threats." He returned with a cool smile.
"Like I said. Archer wants to see you. Tonight. At his house. You know the address." She met his eyes, almost pleading. Anything but her angel.
"Screw you." She hissed out, turning to go back out into the crowd, knowing he knew she had made her decision. Flustered, now, she turned herself back to the task at hand. Her target was still there.
Scarlett still hadn't noticed that she'd cut her lip, or that the old scar above her eye had opened and was dripping down her forehead. And, lost in her task, she didn't notice the looks people were giving her either.