#quidecipitur

((Not to point anything out, but we do have an AU going that will probably end up in Lenalee being shot or something and saying goodbye to the man. Just sayan.))

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((I see people having positive responses to my procrastination))

  Lenalee wasn't too overly fond of the looks she got. No, they weren't judgmental or surprised, as usual, no, these were predatory. Well, the fact that she had a short dress on didn't help the matter. But then again, she wasn't given an option to choose what to wear. If that would be the case, a pair of shorts and a plaid shirt would be her choice, but apparently you can't wear that to the welcoming party of the new studio owner.

  A small sigh passed the cherry red lips of the bodyguard. She was used to this, but that means she didn't have to like it. A new job, a hopefully nice new employer. But then again, she didn't know him on a personal level, hell, she still had to find him in the crowd! The soft green ringlets around her head, partly pushed up to the back, bounced lightly in the memory of how this began.

  "You are now assigned to Lancelot Prescott." her boss, Reever Wenham, had announced once yours truly had sat down in a chair in his office. 'As you are supposed to start work tomorrow, you will find him here.' the blond continued, dropping a creme colored card on the table, in front of the greenette. Not hesitating, Lenalee reached over and picked it up, studying the dark fancy letters printed upon the soft texture of the paper. An invitation to a welcoming party. Of the new "Timber Productions" owner.

  "I suppose that I have to pick out a dress." she said, glancing up to the blue eyed man, but upon catching his look, continued. "...or not....Jeryy?" an inquiry. "Yes." a short answer. A small groan escaped her lips "I hope he won't overdo it this time." the memories of the dress she had to wear to meet her last charge weren't very pleasant. No wonder no one took her seriously.

  The purple eyes scanned the reception hall, seeking out the brunet that was to be her new charge. From what she read in the file given in by his manager, and from what she had deducted, he was the one for a noticeable entrance, the best tuxedos and finest ladies. A spoiled child in her opinion. But, then again no one asked for her opinion. Another scan of the hall and this time, Lady Luck was on her side; there he entered - the brown hair fell in extravagant tresses around his shoulders, the prince like features gaining instant attention of the crowd, and the arrogant smirk, oh that smirk, signaled that he was up to no good.

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qui--decipitur

鴆鳥⊁And here she is, wiping the rest of the poison off of her skin. The corpse was still on the bed, splayed out in a tranquil sleep that had begun after a series of spasms and silent screams. Sighing, she slipped on her black leather jacket over her white lace dress and tall crimson heels. She stepped through the doorway of the hotel room and felt her lip twitch slightly as she met eyes with a passerby. 

Shit ------ she still had blood on her hands.

☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep?