Keepin It Classy ((7DS&R2D))

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Name: Bambi Medici
Age:22
Height: 5' 1"
Bio:Bambi has had a rough childhood due to being in foster care. Once he turned 18, the kicked him out of his "home" and out of the system and into the world. He tried to get a decent job but he simply wasn't getting enough money to pay the bills in time. Then, someone came up to him at night and offered him a job at a strip club. Usually, it was only girl, but Bambi had a pretty face and a tight body. Bambi gladly accepted out of desperation for money. He found out it wasn't as bad as the rumors had led on, the money was great and the tips were better. Plus, the strip club was sophisticated and classy. It catered to powerful costumers, but Bambi doesn't know that.​

The lights were dim, sensual and erotic beats filled the club. Honey green eyes glanced at the clock, it was time for him to go on. The club became dark, Bambi walked silently on stage towards the pole dressed in 8 inch black heels, a purple and black lace corset with matching panties and garter belt the held his lace thigh highs. His make up was a smokey and dark, highlighting his honey green eyes and milky complexion.

Bambi got into position, letting his hair fall over his face. The music changed, it was Moonlight Sonata as different shades of purple lighten up the stage and the room. He let the slow music run through his veins as he lifted the leg on the pole. Bambi's dance was usually special and different the the girls, It was slow, erotic and meant to stimulate both the body and the mind. Over the year, he became more flexible and learned a lot more complicated dances and acrobatics on the pole.

He let let the music take his soul and body away. Every move Bambi did was slow and sensual, it always grabbed attention. Even if the men were busy. After 15 minutes, Bambi seductively slid down the pole. One wrapped around the metal, another straight out as his back archer against the pole, below his hips. The music faded and the lights returned back to the normal dark red and dim gold of the club. The small boy got up and returned back stage.​

 

[Riku_2_Darkness]

He loved watching Bambi dance, the fluid slow, sensual movements. The way he seemed to exude almost an aura of seduction only he could see, it was no wonder Bambi had become his favorite attraction. Mark watched the performance in an almost dream like state until it was over. The time had seemed to fly by, over so much too soon he felt.

Mark checked his watch, later than he thought, he had other business that night and his trance had almost made him late. He quietly and quickly slipped out the back to the arranged meeting place, The alleyway was dark, the bass of the club's thumping music the only other sound in the darkness besides Mark's own foot steps. He reaches what seems is the end of the alley, as he looks around he hears the unmistakable sound of tires on pavement and an engine cutting off. He turns and is almost immediately blinded by high beams, the brightness stinging his eyes, he shields them with his forearm hearing the sound of car door. He doesn't like this, something feels wrong and his intuition is screaming at him form the pit of his stomach. His eyes, still struggling against the light can only just barely make out three figures.

"What is this-" He's cut off.

"You got the goods?" Gruff male voice, weird accent, Slavic? Russian? He pondered momentarily. He nods hesitantly patting his his chest where he carried the aforementioned goods. Then he hears it, the cocking of guns, he looks down three dots play erratically across his chest like drunken angry fireflies.

"Toss it over, slowly." The voice comes again, placing emphasis on the word 'slowly'. Mark slowly inches his way inside his jacket, fingers closing around the small package and pulling it free and tossing it at one of the figures, he faintly curses leaving his pistol in the car as he can faintly see the package be caught and briefly checked, He hears something spoken softly in and unfamiliar language.

"Well then, Pleasure to do business with you" The voice says again the figure belonging to it turning toward the car doors.

"What about the money? I thought we had a deal. My boss won't like being screwed over."

The figure stops and turns back slightly, "You know what? You're right."
He opens the door and places a foot inside. "Good thing then that he won't find out about it."

Marks eyes widen and he tries to move out of the way. Too late. He feels horrible pain in his shoulder and side and collapse against the nearest wall, clutching at his side. He hears the slamming of car doors and the screeching of tires, then silence save for the dulling thumping of the music from the club, as he feels his life's blood slowly running down his side.

 

[7DeadlySins]

Bambi had just finished his shift. He got lots of tip tonight and he was happy. He could pay rent in time and buy some fresh produce. he walked by the alley near the club and heard a groan.

"Hello?" He asked questionably. He walked in, scared, but if someone was hurt he would have to help. His eyes adjusted to the darkness and he was a figure on the floor with a liquid coming from the shoulder. Bambi gasped in horror and went to the man. Trying to wake him.

"Sir, are you alright? Should I call 911?" He asked in a panic. The figure groaned a no. Bambi didn't know what to do. Should he leave the figure and call or should he help the man. He went with helping him, see as the man didn't want professional help. Helped the man up with his good shoulder and went to put him in his car.

"Don't worry sir." Bambi soothed as he let the man lay in his back seat. He quickly drove to his apartment, happy that it was on the first floor. He helped the man, who was now looking pale, walk to his home. Upon arriving, Bambi quickly went to put the man in his bed. He went to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. Bambi cut the man's shirt and with white gauzes, put pressure on the wound.

Bambi hoped the man would stop bleeding and be alive. He didn't want to have to all the cops and have the suspect hi of murder.

"Please, stay alive." His had drenched in blood.​

 

[Riku_2_Darkness]

It was all a blur to him, the blood loss and pain clouding his mind, everything moving like an old picture show haphazardly cut and pasted together. He heard someone approach, then a face, a pretty face wearing an expression of panic and worry. He hears the questions, 'no cops, no hospital' a reply that seems so far away that he barely recognizes it as his own voice. Next thing he knows he's being helped into the back of a car, soft soothing words spoken to him as he enters, fading in and out in between sharp bumps in the car a particularly sharp one rendering him unconscious from the pain.

Mark comes to slowly, feeling bandages being wrapped around him, he looks over and sees his as he hears his rescuer's plea and in a moment for clarity realizes who it is. Bambi, his favorite stripper from the club. He manages a weak smile.

"Never though I'd meet you like this. Don't worry," He croaks, "I don't die so easy. "

He's out cold again asleep this time and still alive.

 

[7DeadlySins]

Bambi was confused at the man's words, but he quickly forgot that. He went to go grab ice from the freeze, the man was burning up. He put the ice in a bag and went to put in on his head. Once the bleeding stopped, Bambi went down to the local convince store to grab medical supplies.

When he returned home, he first ground up pain killer and fixed them with 2 ounces of water. With a baby dropper, he poured the medicine mixed with water in the man's mouth. He made sure he swallowed. Bambi took paper towel and drench them in rubbing alcohol and then began cleaning the blood off the man. Once the wound was clean, he bandaged it up, making sure there was anti-bacterial cream on the wound. He then wrapped up the wound in a gauze roll.

Once Bambi was done with the man. he went into the kitchen making himself eggs. After he ate, Bambi went to the couch and fell asleep.

 

[Riku_2_Darkness]

Name: Mark Valenti
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Description: Tall and dark skinned with black hair, he has and attractive face wears his hair short and has a goatee. His body is well toned, a fact that is hidden by the suits he wears.
Bio: Though intelligent he never really had much of a head for school, he wanted something challenging, something exciting and found what he was looking for in the world of organized crime. Being a naturally gifted fighter and, after hours of training, a near expert marksman, He rose quickly through the ranks, becoming of of his bosses most trusted men, tasked with taking care of more high risk dealing with other organizations.


Mark stirs, he hears the sounds in the kitchen, smells food being cooked and then finally after awhile hears the front door open and close. Silence. Is he gone? Must have left for the day. He sits up wincing, still in a bit pain but it's manageable, He could detect the bitter taste of medicine in his mouth, had he been giving something for his pain? He got up and walked around, finding the bathroom he enters and looks himself over in the mirror, and sees the fresh bandages. His rescuer sure knew his first aid, he thought to himself as he turned on the sink to splash some cool water on his face. He still felt a bit hot but the ice bag that had fallen from his head when he sat up had really cooled him down. As he leaves the bathroom he notices someone on the couch, as he gets closer he realizes it's Bambi.
Mark smiles to himself, Bambi looks just so peaceful and cute sleeping soundly curled up on the couch, and suddenly feels a pang of guilt for taking his bed. He glances at the time on a nearby clock. I have to report in to the boss, tell him what happened, he thinks to himself. He goes back to the bedroom and grabs his suit jacket and puts it on, and heads for the door, he gets there and pauses.

"Thank you for everything, I'm truly in your debt." He says softly before open the door and heading out and making his way to his bosses house.