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saltandammo.livejournal.com

Dean led Charlie down into town and to the Sin. The buildiing was already starting to acquire that disused air empty houses get.

The door was locked, but it only took Dean a moment or two to pick the lock. He grinned at Charlie when he'd finished. "And I never enter buildings illegally either."

[ooc: for

girlzippo]

deadly_little

The decision had been made, and the soon-to-be-former girls of the Sin were moving quickly toward their new goal, toward going home. Moving boxes littered the floors of the Sin, half-filled with the girls' various posessions. Near the door was a box marked 'whips and handcuffs,' for instance, next to 'kitchen stuff.'

In the front yard was a hand-lettered sign:

Going out of business sale:
All services double price!
Last chance, boys!

Behind the front desk sat Miho, for the last time. Woe.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

The first thing Jarod noticed upon getting to work was the tape outline in the middle of the lobby. It was one person, in a position he hadn't thought could be taped. Then he spotted the tub of water next to the outline, with a few ice cubes still floating in it.

What on earth did the girls get up to while he was away? Maybe he didn't want to know.

Once he had dumped out the now-lukewarm water, he got down on his hands and knees with a paint scraper, peeling up the tape and hoping he wouldn't have to refinish the hardwood.

ETA: After Lana left, Jarod roamed around for a while, poking into boxes and closets and cupboards and bathrooms and realized where he was, and what he must be pretending to be. "These clothes will never attract the right clientele," he said, glancing down at his jeans and shirt.

After a quick rummage through some of the male clothes that had been stolen, leftover, or ~~that he'd forgotten when he moved out~~ belonged to other employees, Jarod was now dressed in a pair of soft, worn, button-fly jeans that were just a bit tight and sat low on his hips and a white ~~wife-beater~~sleeveless undershirt and bare feet and he was lounging on one of the couches.

[ooc: Um, Jarod now thinks he's one of the Sin's *real* employees. Please be kind? Now, with proper coding!]

deadly_little

The girls (okay, the cleaning service from the mainland) had finally cleaned up the flood damage enough to return to work. None of them were happy about it, though, which was why they were charging twice their usual rates. None of them were happy about the left-behind seashell bikinis Miho was making them wear, either.

Behind the Sin's front desk sat Miho, sharpening her blades and plotting bloody vengeance on Poseidon.

((Open!))

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Valentine's Day was always the Sin's busiest time, so Jarod was trying to encourage that by setting out small party favors, making sure all the pillows were ~~clean~~ fluffed, and that the smell of cinnamon was coming in from the kitchen. The DVD player was working, there were new movies (without skips), and he'd bought a small box of chocolate and rose for each girl.

Except Miho, who got pie and a new knife.

His job duties done, Jarod was behind the bar with a few spools of ribbon, a large box of different colored paper umbrellas, and a few packages of pixy sticks (the small ones). Jaye deserved something unique tomorrow.

[ooc: Post is open!]

Current Mood: productive

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod had gotten a phone call from one of the girls, saying that Becky wasn't there to man the desk. So here he was, covering for her and completely avoiding the kitchen. Besides, people were busy in there anyway. He'd put the plastic sheeting down earlier.

He made a note to himself about reinforcing the door locks and went back to looking for giant pixie stix and maybe a good present for Jaye. He wondered how she felt about yo-yos and silly putty.

[ooc: Open to all!]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

It was Jarod's turn to clean out the refrigerator at the Sin. He sighed, pulled down the hood of his HazMat suit, and prepared to do battle.

He wasn't sure if everything in there started out as food, but it certainly wasn't food now. Hopefully it wouldn't try to take over and plan a revolt while he went to get some cleanser.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod had his laptop open, but was seriously lacking in inspiration--the brunette, butt-kicking, take-no-prisoners heroine kept wandering off to be with a nice, ordinary guy without secrets, and the dark, handsome man of mystery kept going off to have fun with a slightly eccentric girl with a wicked wit and deep and abiding love of glitter. He sighed. Maybe it was time to introduce some secondary characters. The brunette needed a crazy friend with striped hair who got arrested a lot and the mysterious guy needed people he could relate to. Maybe at a phone sex line.

In the meantime, he decided to go make some brownies.

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was bored, but she was behind the desk.

She was reading that month's Maxim and marking off pages.

"Too skanky to work here, too covered up, too unlikely to know how to shoot...."

And she was wearing her cute new camigarter with her favorite leather miniskirt, fishnets and stiletto boots. (And naturally, the whole outfit went perfectly with the handguns holstered at her waist and thigh.)

Just because it was cold outside didn't mean she shouldn't enjoy the fact that she was indoors to the fullest extent.

[Sin is open! (And the link to Becky's outfit in the original thread is NWS, probably.)]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Nothing needed to be repaired, and the daily disinfection and laundry was done, so Jarod was behind the desk, trying to learn about bad movies in time for his date Thursday. There was also a plate of chocolate-covered key lime pie slices in the refrigerator with a small sign that said "for Becky and Miho".

He was not above bribery if it meant Becky and Miho wouldn't harass him about Jaye.

deadly_little

Miho had noticed the recent influx of new residents to the town, and had a bright idea. A sign in the Sin's front yard now said, 'Discounted services for new residents/students.' So the services were the ones no one ever wanted and the discount was five cents. They didn't have to know that.

Inside the Sin, Miho sat behind the front desk, polishing her knife collection and polishing off the leftover gingerbread and rum-with-a-touch-of-nog.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was upstairs, trying not to make it look like he was eavesdropping on the girls and their clients, even if that was exactly what he was doing. Once he was satisfied with his "research," he headed back downstairs, booted up his laptop, and resumed typing, almost as if he was inspired.

If anyone came up behind him or tried to get a view of what he was writing, he lowered the screen or hit the screen saver.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod spent the first hours of his shift trying to find his gifts from Parker. So far, he hadn't had much luck. He'd have to wait until Becky, Miho, or one of the girls decided to tell him where they were.

Not that he wouldn't hold their presents hostage until they told him, but that wasn't the point.

[ooc: Sin is open for business.]

deadly_little

Dallas sat behind the front desk, bored and filing her nails. The hole in the ceiling had been repaired, but the boxer briefs were still lying on the floor. She hoped someone claimed them soon. They were kind of unsightly.

Every now and then, one of the other girls would dash down the stairs on an errand for Miho, who had taken to her bed with what was shaping up to be a nasty flu. Dallas figured that was what she got for sitting on the roof in the middle of winter.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod didn't want to know why he'd come in to that afternoon to find a hole in the lobby ceiling and a pair of boxer briefs on the floor under the hole. He just...didn't.

But that didn't mean he got out of fixing said hole--he was on a ladder, finishing up the spackling. Once that was dried, he'd paint it. He was also a little curious about the underwear, but he figured someone would be downstairs for it eventually.

[OOC: Sin is open to all.]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was making two lists. One was his Christmas/Holiday shopping list:

( Primarily naughty list )

The other was his list of things to do around the Sin:

( Sin list )

Hopefully he wouldn't combine the two.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod had decided that if he was going in to the Sin for the night, it made sense to have bribes. So, he'd spent the day trying his hand at making pies and cookies in the Sin's kitchen--the building smelled wonderful, and other than one tragic oatmeal raisin cookie/smoke detector incident, the results appeared to be edible.

He left the chocolate chip cookies on the plate, but the four different kinds of pie and the two other types of cookies he left on the counter with a sign that said, Miho's. Do not touch. For Becky he left a six pack of beer in the fridge.

Hopefully that would be enough.

Current Mood: worried

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was in one of the upstairs bedrooms, reinforcing the trapeze and swing. The bell was on the desk, though, and there was a sign next to it.

RING ONCE FOR SERVICE.
RING THREE TIMES AND WAIT QUIETLY IF YOU WANT TO DO THE SERVING.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod had been filled in about the events of the prior night. He was currently searching the internet for competitive prices on rock salt, as well as some pure iron weapons.

A small sign was in front of the desk.

Want the ultimate Fandom experience? Ask me how.

Not for the squeamish.

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: My Next Ex-Girlfriend--Bowling for Soup

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky stood in front of the Sin, holding her gun and knives right out in the open. She hadn't gone back in to retrieve any more weaponry, which simply made her resent Kevin even more.

So now she was waiting here for That Hot Guy With The Beard, Helpful Tall Kid and Muskrat, since they apparently knew what they were doing when it came to ghosts.

Granted, she was a bit skeptical since they'd had to schedule this after classes.

Yes. Her home? In the hands of high school children. God.

[Locked to specific people to get Kevin the frell out of the Sin, please. Minor OCD coming up.]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

"Good evening, The Fourth Sin, how may I help you?"

"Gluttony."

"No."

"An all you can eat buffet?"

"No, just women at the moment."

"That costs extra, and you'll have to sign a notarized release form."

"You're welcome."

Jarod hung up and went back to balancing the books.

Current Mood: busy

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod, had done a little bit of research into Halloween and had spent the day preparing for the holiday. He set out a very large bowl of chocolate, as well as little bottles of massage oil, feathers and little containers of body paint. Anything else that was offered to trick or treaters was strictly a business deal between the trick or treater and the offerer.

[ooc: Last two links are NWS!]

Current Mood: amused

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was lounging behind the desk, flipping through a magazine and occasionally marking pages.

The Sin was open like a thing that was wide open. (And yes, probably dirty, all things considered.)

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was updating the Sin's hard drives and encryption, double checking the accounting, and very carefully removing any trace that he had touched the computer--not just cleaning the harddrive, but cleaning the keyboard itself; almost as if he was planning on going on a long trip.

Not that it wouldn't be funny to see what happened to a Sweeper who showed up at the Sin and harassed Becky, Miho, and the other girls, but he didn't want to risk them getting into trouble.

He occasionally checked a picture of a redheaded woman and fingered the piece of paper in his pocket, address and instructions already long memorized.

Jarod thought he remembered talking to Parker the day before, but the memory was mostly hazed by lack of sleep.

Current Mood: working

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod put up a small sign next to a spinning wheel with various sexual acts written on it.

SPIN THE WHEEL, JUST $40. LEARN WHAT YOUR FUTURE HOLDS!

No refunds or exchanges

He sat back and waited for the customers to arrive.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was finally packed. M wasn't happy with him, and the girls kept making whip sound effects when he walked by. He'd finally figured out what it was and what they were supposed to mean as he was cleaning up from Caritas the night before. That had been pretty amusing. Jarod knew that considering Parker's feelings didn't make him whipped. After all, she hadn't told him to move, or even asked.

He was at work behind the desk now, though, and trying to think of marketing strategies to attract clientele.

Twins, two for one

Buy ten services, get lowest priced one free

Bring your own costume night

Kink: It's not just for locked rooms any more

This was going to take a while.

Current Mood: thoughtful

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky lounged behind the desk, writing out lists for Thursday's class.

The Sin, however, was open.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

It was a little known fact, but Jarod had never seen, touched, or been around snakes. Growing up in a top secret compound did that to a person. However, it also meant that when they started slithering in the front door, he did nothing but watch them for a while. Well, until M had come down, let loose her battle cry, swatted a small green snake a couple of times, and run back upstairs, apparently satisfied with her hunt. It was at this point that he realized he probably shouldn't let the slither anywhere they wanted.

Anyone coming into the Sin an hour or so later would see Jarod trying to charm the snakes using a recorder that it was best not to ask where he found. So far his biggest problem was getting the snakes to stay in the laundry basket.

[ooc: Open!]

Current Mood: curious

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky lounged behind the desk with her feet up, reading what seemed to be some sort of car manual.

She was also picking at the leftover curry from class earlier and had a flower there with her on the desk. She had a weakness, okay?

The Sin was open.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was behind the desk, creating a search engine to catch every instance of a person with the first initial 'I' and a last name beginning with 'Fen' who had been alive in the last forty years. Then he would begin searching through the social security death records and hack the FBI witness protection database. Next would be anagrams. But first, a sandwich. Perhaps tuna.

[ooc: Sin is open!]

Current Mood: busy

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod wasn't behind the desk, but there was a good reason for that--the air conditioning had broken that afternoon and he was down in the basement with his laptop, switching between the owner's manual and a repairman's guide as he worked.

Every so often he'd take a few swallows from the large container of ice water on the stairs, then get back to work. The girls weren't going to be pleased if they had to work in the stifling heat.

On the desk was a large ice bucket and a sign:

TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND STAY A WHILE.
THE ICE IS YOURS TO ENJOY.
PLEASE STAY HYDRATED.

I'M IN THE BASEMENT IF YOU NEED ME FOR ANYTHING. HOPEFULLY THE AIR WILL BE ON SHORTLY.
-JAROD

[ooc: The Sin is open!]

Current Mood: hot

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky reclined behind the desk, drinking a beer and reading a magazine.

The Sin was open, even if its madam wasn't paying a ton of attention.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was behind the desk, looking up new ~~torture~~ learning techniques for his workshop while he upgraded the Sin's computer security and added a new encryption program. He may have raised an eyebrow or two over some of Goldie's more, er, exotic purchases, but in general it was going to be a quiet night.

Until a news article from Atlanta caught his eye. Jarod frowned. He'd have to see how that scenario played out.

There was a six pack of her favorite beer in the fridge for Becky and a fresh lemon meringue pie for Miho. Not that he had to discuss something with them or anything.

[ooc: The Sin is open for anyone who wants to drop by.]

Current Mood: busy

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was behind the desk, back to being mostly monochromatic and definitely not pouting about any missed girlkissing the night before.

She might have been checking the schedule to see when all the girls were working and she could arrange for a certain private party, however.

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker had used girlfriend's priviledge and let herself into Jarod's room, put on her costume, and lounged across his bed, M curled at her feet. She had two of his presents ready, but after that, they were hitting Caritas.

"Shhhh. We have to be quiet."

She left the lights off, hoping Jarod wouldn't guess she was there for a bit. When she heard his key in the door, she put her finger to her lips, telling M to hush. The cat yawned at her.

Current Mood: amused

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was behind the desk, and bored.

She was going through a catalog of sexual merchandise to amuse herself, and considering on stocking up for the Sin and/or her class.

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

With Miho gone, Becky actually felt a need to rise before midafternoon.

So when noon rolled around, she was in the lobby, sorting through their accounts and trying to remember all the math she'd learned before dropping out her sophomore year of high school.

[Here for someone in particular who wanted to talk to Becky, but open to all customers/Sin residents/etc. Am on SP until probably about 6 EST, unless my plans change, whee.]

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker woke up before 6 a.m., and dressed in the dark.

Staying the night with Jarod was always better than having to leave right away. But not when it meant she was meeting the Centre limo back at the school in an hour. She'd talked to GOB about Jarod's party, and talked with Aeryn about what she had to deal with this weekend. Any more delays wouldn't help at this point. Time to go.

She found her shoes, her purse, and her keys, then kissed him very lightly on the lips. Then she tip-toed toward the door, trying not to wake Jarod.

M blocked her way, and meowed.

"Shhhhh." Parker bent down and stroked her fur back from her ears. "I'll see you after the 4th. Okay?"

She re-locked his apartment after she left, and headed back to school. When the limo pulled out at 7 a.m., the phone inside it rang.

"Sweetheart! Ready to translate for Mr. Valentin?"

"Of course, Daddy. I'm looking forward to it."

"Good, I'm patching him in. You'll need to tell him we're running late. Damn pencil pushers held up the permit for the site."

"I-- //Hello, Mr. Valentin. I am most happy to be speaking with you....//" Parker swallowed, and hoped this would be the last surprise her father would pull on her this weekend. Somehow, she doubted it.

( OOC )

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

It looked like it was going to be a slow night at the Sin, so Jarod had no compunctions about reading up on astrology on the internet while he was working.

Eventually, he made a phone call.

[ooc: Open to any Sin residents, customers, or anyone else.]

Current Mood: bored

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was at the desk, rewatching a DSA he'd found in Maine, but that he hadn't had time to play until this afternoon.

He couldn't look away, even when he made a ~~handwavey~~ call to Parker. She needed to see this.

Current Mood: shocked

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod wasn't at the front desk, but that was because he was in the downstairs restroom, trying to fix the DVD player. After a few minutes, he came back out for a pair of latex gloves, a small screwdriver, and a bunch of clorox wipes with bleach, then returned to his work. Maybe if he put it in the wall he wouldn't have this particular problem again.

Not like a banana, a pink ruffled sock, and Silly Putty were commonly found in DVD players anyway (at least as far as he knew, and generally not in combination), but it never hurt to think ahead.

[ooc: Sin is open for interaction.]

Current Mood: busy

deadly_little

Miho sat behind the desk with her feet up, flipping through a magazine she'd stolen from Goldie and trying to figure out what the appeal of this "Johnny Depp" person was. She supposed he was all right-looking...maybe if he were a pirate?

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was going over her plans for the next day's workshop and giggling occasionally.

Yeah. Kinda scary.

[Sin is open, as my building is not a heap of rubble.]

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was snickering softly to herself as she did evaluations for the day's class, completely oblivious to what was happening outside and on the roof.

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod had been practicing his knot-tying at the desk, when a unique money making opportunity came upon him. It turned out a number of the clients were fans of being tied to chairs. He was pleased to oblige and even offered a choice of tying material and knots, although he left the spankings to the girls.

It seemed best, and made everybody happy.

[ooc: Open to interaction.]

Current Mood: amused

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky was practically horizontal behind the desk, her feet kicked up on it.

She wasn't actually reading or doing anything to amuse herself. She was just...thinking.

Kinda scary.

The Sin? So very open.

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

The Sin is open.

Becky? Not so much behind the desk, though surely if anyone came in, she'd show. She's a good businesswoman that way.

[Becky and I are around. She'll show up in the comments if anyone wanders in. :)]

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky sat behind the desk, several bottles of various exciting alcohols on the desk before her, as well as glasses.

She was still in her frighteningly good mood. Kinda creepy.

[The Sin is open to customers and residents, though Becky's specifically waiting for someone.]

lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com

Becky lounged behind the desk, actually - gasp - doing something productive.

Ominous music really should have been playing, or something, especially as what she was doing was writing out plans for her workshop.

[OOC: Feel free to come into the brothel. There will be an OOC post on her character to follow tonight, but for now, new kids? Becky is NOT a nice person. But she'll play nicely-ish tonight, because she has no motive to be mean. :)]

jarodpretends.livejournal.com

Jarod was behind the counter, reading a Red Cross handbook on boating safety. He'd spent all of Sunday off the island at the local YMCA, teaching himself how to swim.

His fingers were still a bit pruney.

Current Mood: busy

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