Welcome to the Speakeasy.

Hi there!  So obviously it would be really nice for all of us to be able to talk to one another, let people know when we're online, plot with each other, etc. and so as an alternative to the OOC Chatroom (which hopefully we'll still utilize at some point) I've made an OOC blog for us!  If everyone could please send their email address to the main, I'll reply with a link to the OOC blog so we can all get to know each other a little better.  Thanks!

Hiya!  First of all, I want to say welcome to all of our new members, and how very excited we are to have all of you!  This RP has been something we've had in the works since about August, and it means a lot to us, and we're super excited that other people are excited about it too!  So yay!  Welcome!  Let's make this RP as awesome as possible!

All right, now that's over... I'm going to be in our OOC Chatroom tomorrow (February 1) starting at about 12:30 or 1 Pacific Standard Time, and I'd love the chance to get to talk to some of you, get to know you, and maybe come up with some plots! Of course, you're certainly free to go into chat any time before I get there, but yeah, if you're interested in chatting, please feel free to stop by!  If you don't know the link for the chatroom, you can find it here.  Hope to be talking to some of you soon!

Well, it just started a few weeks ago, and we’re a pretty small group and school season is starting up again, so having it be a little slow is to be expected.  I’m sure activity will pick up by the weekend at the latest, especially with two new members!  Never fear anon, we’re still kickin’.

apparently I never put her on the masterlist... I apologize.

OOC. Your name: Hope Your age: 17 Best way to contact you: http://calzonahearts.tumblr.com (message me here!)  Timezone: Central Time How many years roleplaying: Since last year! Previous roleplay accounts (if any): Not at the moment! I took a break from roleplaying, and I'm now this year getting back into it.  Activity level (out of 10): 8/10

IC. Desired character: Lola Bronski Second choice: Clara Montgomery Bio changes or additions: If I were to be accepted as my second choice as Gertrude, I wouldn't mind getting alternate name suggestions from the admins. But apart from that, I'm completely happy about both choices.  A sample of your writing (250 words minimum, third person, and as the character you are auditioning for):

It was almost night time. To Lola, this meant she would be heading out to Valentine's with only one thing on mind. Apart from the giggle water and the entertainment, Valentine's was the only place Vincent Valentine would be tonight. The other day, Vincent had walked over to her and even tried to flirt with her. She played it off coolly. Lola knew she could drive a man insane if she chose. Maybe she wouldn’t this time. Not with Valentine. If there was anything she had learned when she was younger, money was everything. As she fixed her hair into an up-do, she couldn't help imagining how elegant she would look with Vincent Valentine's arm in her. People would stare at her even more than they did now. Lola took a step back from the mirror and admired her reflection. Her skirt was flared at her hip and ended just above her knees. Knee-length skirts were of fashion these days. She of course chosen the skirt she would wear tonight from a variety of choices. When she made the trip from Newark, she definitely did not leave empty-handed.

Money was indeed everything. Money meant luxury. It was how she had survived her childhood happily with no care in the world. It was how she could have all the pretty things a girl could need. What else did she need? Perhaps Vincent Valentine. Then again, tonight, all Vincent was going to realize was how much he needed her. Lola would make sure of it. Lola walked over to the side of her bed, pulled on her fur-trimmed coat, and looked back in the mirror. "Lola Valentine," she said softly as if the name had already been given to her. She said the words without a quiver in her voice. The plan was to meet up with friends at the club. Valentine or not, Lola knew she would enjoy herself because she was what they called the life of the party. She left the hotel room, a purse in hand. As she left the hotel doors, the hotel manager greeted her by name. “Miss. Lola Bronski, off to Valentine’s I suppose?” he asked. “I hear it’ll be the cat’s meow tonight,” she replied, flashing him a smile. Lola Bronski knew exactly where she was going. 

One or two reasons why you want this(these) character(s):

Writing this para made me realize how much I think I'd love playing the character. She's not the typical queen bee as I come to realize from reading the biography. I don't normally portray characters like her. Usually my characters are the down-to-earth type, so this would a good experience if I do get the chance to rp as her. 

OOC.

Your name: Xeno Your age: 20 Best way to contact you: Through my personal blog; thebedsheetghost. Timezone: UTC/GMT +12 hours How many years roleplaying: Two and a half on Tumblr. Previous roleplay accounts (if any): Many-- examples of which are consiliums, dwarvenmonster and whitestainedscarlet, though I am currently on hiatus on the latter two. Activity level (out of 10): Currently 7.

IC.

Desired character: Vincent Valentine Second choice: Lola Bronski Bio changes or additions: None. A sample of your writing (250 words minimum, third person, and as the character you are auditioning for)           A moment to admire his success.

     The titter of satin-clad ladies as they weaved through the crowd, a sheen of colour dancing in the placid lighting.

     The guffaw and smooth chatter of men as they set up shop at a conveniently placed table, keen eyes scouring the selection of flawless skirts and deliberating their next choice in conversation, or hand to play against the other.

     Mood and music painted this pretty picture at Valentine's, with the finest of brushes and an artist's masterful hand. It was a flurry of bodies dressed to the nines-- a symphony of clinking tumblers and cubes of ice rattling in their glass confines, top-dollar alcohol their watery grave. All against a background of appropriate architecture and live jazz that soothed the wary soul. It had everyone settled into their seats or otherwise relaxed, drumming their fingers to the sound. The occasional declaration of victory as a man robbed another of their winnings pierced the air and garnered glances from the collection of people that populated the vicinity.

     The jazz played on, the musicians uninterrupted by the intermittent ruckus the games had inspired. They were accustom to the noise by now, and even enjoyed it.

     Vincent Valentine-- money dressed him in the sharpest suit and power fortified his confidence-- had been nestled into a glorified seat of the best comfort money could buy, cradling a flute of champagne in one hand, while the other perched on a raised thigh, one leg crossed over the other. He was the picture of sophistication; one that promised a life of hell dogging your footsteps should you shatter what small smile he had gracing his features. A quiet aggression loomed behind that mask he'd fashioned to lure in your trust.

     Though there was no ill will polluting Vincent's intentions this night. Instead, he relished in the idle palaver and merriment that hung in the atmosphere, even tapping a finger against his thigh in time with the beat of the music. He paused only for a sip of his champagne, analysing the throng of people that found solace or mirth in the alcohol he promised and the music that spoke without words.

     His glass lowered, and a hint of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth, and subsequently manifested as a smirk, hardly paying any mind to another round of vocalised disapproval blaring from the poker table just short of his alcove.

     There was nothing like the sight of a business, raised from the ground by an iron fist, drowning in attention. He reveled in his work as an artist would their filled canvas.

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One or two reasons why you want this(these) character(s) I absolutely adore mob boss characters. The power, the violence, the underhanded deception that frequents mob/gangster storylines appeals to me greatly. The way their leaders command attention through fear and promise of something worse than death, the confidence they possess because they know they're all that-- they're some of my favourite kind of characters, particularly if they're indiscriminate with their hostility. I suppose I'm a little bored with nice and good characters and wanna see a little bad.

Another plus: Mads Mikkelsen, in my opinion, is the perfect face claim for this kind of character. Every role he plays seems to be the kind of guy that smiles while he threatens you, or has that underlying virulence in his tone that puts you on edge. I've always loved that about him.

Sure!  You have 48 hours to send in your application before he's opened again.

OOC. Your name: Liv Your age: 19 Best way to contact you: Probably my personal or another rp blog, either anitapisani or thedawncarter but I am usually good at logging in every day so yeah! Timezone: PST How many years roleplaying: 2 on tumblr Previous roleplay accounts (if any): Well I'm still active on them and I have a LOT but I'll just go with anitapisani, thedawncarter, and themarcodaniels Activity level (out of 10): 8 IC. Desired character: Vera Wallace Second choice: Lola Bronski? I noticed that she's wanted but isn't up but I'm down Bio changes or additions: Nope! A sample of your writing (250 words minimum, third person, and as the character you are auditioning for): The music was blaring loudly throughout the club.  Both of the Montgomerys were on stage, singing and playing their little hearts out over the sound of the horns and drums.  Girls were already dancing around for the first john that turned their way but not Vera.  Well, not yet at least.

No, she kept pacing around the perimeter of the club with her red stained lips pulled up at the corners but her eyes downcast as she carried her tray of drinks to her next costumers.  The night was still too young for her to settle on just one man yet.  Besides, it wasn’t that easy to just pick any old one out.  They had to be just right.

Their eyes had to linger on her for just a second too long. Their tongue had to wet their lips twice but their fingers were still clenched tightly to their glass. Their head had to sway side to side, just as her hips did when she walked away. The final test though? Vera had to make sure she could see their wallet poking out from some pocket. It didn’t matter if it was their slacks or their coat. As long as she could get it easily once she was dancing and sitting on their lap.

Gertrude was beginning some lead into her next song when Vera finally settled on her poor sap for the night. Her eyes roamed over him at a well-practiced, deliberately slow pace before she gave him a coy smirk. Vera was pivoting on her heels, ready to strut over to her customer for the night when she felt someone grab onto her arm.

“Hold it, doll,” Vera had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at the voice of one of the keeps. “Other side of the room, second table from the stage. Go,” With an indignant flip of her head, Vera cast the man a dirty look before doing as she was told. She may have missed out on her chance to line her purse with a little extra cash tonight but, if there was one thing she had learned at Valentine’s it was that opportunities landed in one’s lap all the time. You just had to seize it.

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One or two reasons why you want this(these) character(s): I've been wanting to play an Emma Stone character for a while and I also really enjoy the 20's. Plus she seems like a interesting archetype that I haven't played in a few years.

Lola Bronski ✖ Socialite ✖ Age: 26 ✖ FC: Gemma Arterton ✖ Open

While growing up in Newark, New Jersey, Lola always had it all. Her family was one of the wealthiest in the city, and she always had the nicest clothes in the latest styles and every toy and doll a little girl could ask for. She was the middle child of three, but if she ever felt neglected, she simply pouted about it to her parents, they would feel guilty, and she would have a new toy or dress within the week. Lola was generally a happy child so long as she got what she wanted. If not, she would cause a scene until she did. For the most part, she outgrew her tricks as she grew older. Lola was incredibly sociable and had countless friends at her private girls’ school. Nine times out of ten, she was a great friend who threw fantastic parties for her schoolmates and was very well-liked. However, on the rare occasion that a friend or boyfriend ever did her wrong, she would use her popularity to “teach them a thing or two.” It was always a very discreet, embarrassing accident or rumor that would cause the other person’s social standing to plummet, and no one was really able to pinpoint the instigator after the fact. So Lola went about her teenage years happily on top with no one the wiser.

After graduating, Lola stuck around Newark for years. She only ever went to school because her parents paid for it, and she had no real ambitions to have a career of any type. She kept up her ritzy social life and felt content enough. But as she began to hear about the jazz scene emerging in New York City, her interest was piqued. Lola packed up her belongings and moved to the city with hardly a thought. Once there she got herself a cosy room in a fancy hotel and as many short skirts as she could get her hands on. She quickly made friends and established herself as a well-known socialite all before she had been there a year. Lola’s life was a string of parties and backrooms and men and bottles of liquor. After a little while she found herself on the shortlist of guests allowed into Valentine’s. It wasn’t long after that when she caught the attention of Vincent Valentine himself and drummed up a relationship with him. Although he’s years older than her, she’s attracted to his power. After all, he was a very powerful man, and that was bound to come in handy.

Absolutely!  You have 48 hours to send in your application.

We're a brand new RP!  We just opened a few days ago.  We currently have five members, two of which are busy with exams, and we're really mainly just waiting on getting more players before we expect to be too terribly active.  Right now we're fairly even with guys and gals.  Characters we're really wanting right now are Vincent Valentine, Albert Patzer, and Lola Bronski (who's bio will be posted probably some time later today).  Hope to see an app from you soon!

Floyd Ballinger ✖ Police Officer ✖ Age: 24 ✖ FC: Dave Franco ✖ Open

Floyd isn’t what you’d call the sharpest tool in the shed.  He was the youngest in a line of four boys, and grew up taking the brunt of his brothers’ jokes.  They lived in a small home on the edge of Brooklyn.  His father was a milkman, and the boys all sold newspapers on the side for extra money to help support the household.  Floyd didn’t have much luck with this, and by the time he was in high school realized he wasn’t much of a salesman.  Unfortunately, with his subpar grades and lack of sufficient interest or talent in any extracurriculars except football, Floyd was very much lost with what to do with his life until he was nearly twenty years old.  He was working with his father and still living from home when a family friend, now retired from the force, suggested he look into police work.  Without any other professional guidance under his belt, Floyd agreed.

It took six months before Floyd acted on that agreement, but was eventually proud to find himself a member of the NYPD.  He was able to afford his own tiny apartment, and after a year was transferred from Brooklyn to a precinct in Manhattan.  As the new kid, he often found himself on the receiving end of practical jokes which, considering how his brothers all treated him, didn’t bother him much.  His gullible nature also made it easy to convince him of the existence of several regulations that didn’t actually exist, but luckily when he walked into the station and found everyone laughing at him, he was able to laugh along.