Diamonds ARE a girl's best friend [OPEN]

[Satine]

"'Cause that's those louses go back to their spouses! Diamonds... are a... girl's... best... friend!" When her final note was done she disappeared from every bodies view. She could still hear the crowds yelling her name. But for now she was backstage in one of those silly costumes. She sat on her trapeze for about a small minute, partly enjoying the attention that she got. If there was anything that she could do good then it was this. Of course it all just was an act. None of these people actually meant something to her. She didn't fall in love.

She got off her trapeze safely with the help of someone else, she hardly kept up with every name that worked here since it were different onces each day. At least the girls didn't. She went a few stairs down and she was now at the level of the main stage but still back stage though. She went to her 'dressing room'. There was her bird, locked away in a cage. Maybe that was how it was for her from time to time. She wanted to become an actress and with that her blue eyes turned to the picture of the great Sara.

Satine did have the talent to become an actress. She could make men believe what they wanted to believe. She sold them dreams that weren't true. And she could do the same on a large stage somewhere else in Europe. She didn't have anyone special at the moment she needed to see, in the middle of her act she always talked to Zidler. So now she needed to know if the situation had changed or if she should go back out and see who was the highest bidder. But of course she only accepted diamonds. Because diamonds are a girls best friend.

Notes: My first post , though i wasn't sure about the title then again I'm never good with them. And it's a bit short but they'll grow longer if i play her longer.
Mood: blah
Tags: Open

[Lindsay]

The sunset had been a lovely one, and with that Johnathan Kholman had put away his books and ledgers for the night. Banking. Ugh, he had to get away from it. If only he had been more clever, or more artistic, or had the courage to veer off from the family's line of work. Very rarely did he enjoy his job, nor did he ever really find it rewarding. It was a way to pass the time, to get money in his pocket, and to keep his father off his back too much. His mother was better about it, though Johnathan still felt that they favoured his brother. That idea was silly, however. Parents usually do not favour their children, but since Johnathan had none of his own (nor did he want any), he did not know how things like that worked.

After stopping by his apartment momentarily to change his clothes (work suit for dress suit, top hat, and cane), and re-shine his shoes, he went out for a night on the town. He decided not to call on a cab, since it was such rare lovely weather for this time of the month, albeit a bit chilly. He walked along the side walk, passing by buildings on his way to Montmartre, where he usually went. Along the way he took different routes to tap on the doors of some friends of his, seeing if any would like to tag along. He managed to find three willing young men that enjoyed the night as much as he did, and together they continued the jaunt. They arrived a bit late, but no matter- the night would continue and the dancing would not stop. They entered the Moulin Rouge, by far the cream of the crop (or crem de la crem) of the red light district. As they walked on they had a chance to watch the tail end of The Sparkling Diamond's act. She was everyone's favorite, but nobody ever really got near her. They weren't rich or famous enough to deserve her attention, not that the boys really minded. There were other asses to grab. Johnathan leaned against a pillar and drank a bit of absinthe while the others got right into the dancing.

He would eventually go dancing to, but not just yet. He wanted to survey a bit first, see what he favoured. Matthew, one of Johnathan's best looking friends, had grabbed ahold of one of the better looking women and was monopolizing her on the dancefloor. He had to be careful, or else one of the other horny old farts would get jealous and draw attention to him hogging the dancer. Matthew could get himself out of situations like that, though. His eyes began to wander the shadows, where he could watch the women preform favours for the men for a few dollars. He smiled a bit. God, he loved the club. His family could never appreciate this. Downing the rest of his absinthe, he walked along the shadows to the back wall, trying to find the door to the bathroom. He couldn't rightly remember where it was. He grabbed the knob of a door and pushed it open to see women running around half-dressed in their costumes, paying him no mind, getting ready for the next act after the song and dance that was taking place right now. They didn't even notice him. A wry smile crossed his lips as he realized he had found the door backstage. Why not? What was the worst that could happen? He closed the door behind him and slowly walked along the passageways that were a secret to the guests of the Moulin Rouge. He peeked inside one room, farther away from the dancefloor so that it was almost quiet. His eyes landed upon a figure, getting into a red dress.

[Satine]

Appearently there was no special guest this evening and really were there any truly rich people in tonight. She wasn't the first but she certainly was the best that the Moulin Rouge had to offer. She could still hear the music from the stage in her dressing room and walked over to the closet. She was still in her costume from her act and she probably had to change. Her costumes and outfits were the most beautiful and the most expensive. She knew why that was so but she did like them.

She opened it and went trough her dresses. She had several types to play when she was doing her job and most men weren't able to resit if she chose the right type for the right men. She picked out a long red dress. She did need Marie to help her a bit with the tightenings. But she could dress herself just perfectly, only that one small detail. She didn't take that long for change and the red dress she had pulled on fit her like a glove. She of course had a pair of black gloves to go with it.

She, however, hadn't noticed that she had a visitor. And one that she had never seen backstage, only special guests could come back stage and they weren't usually alone. She put on a charming, warm but above those two a tempting smile on her face. "Excuse me" she said. "I hadn't seen you before mr." First things first, everyone knew who she was but that didn't mean sh knew everybody.

Notes: could get interesting if she finds out that he found this door by accident.
Mood: pretty good
Tags: Johnathan/Open

[Lindsay]

OOC: Sorry for the late post; I'm out of practice. I'll be gone this weekend, too, so I won't be able to post. If you want to, could you possibly advertise and try to recruit members? That way there'd be more people to role play with.

IC;

She turned, a classic Sparkling Diamond smile lighting up her face. His eyes moved slowly upwards from her feet, her calves, her knees, her legs... Her hips, her midsection, her breasts, her neck... And then to her face. Slowly he moved his hands into his pockets. He would never have done so at work, as hands-in-pockets wasn't a very gentlemanly look. He didn't care where he was. Nobody knew him as a Banker, a businessman, son of someone important from somewhere not-interesting. Here he was just a man with needs, like all the other needy men. On the street she, too, could be a lady; but here? Here she was just a woman, a woman who was hired to cater to men's needs.

Finally he realized that she had asked him something, or told him something. He was sure that she had spoken. His eyes got caught up on her lips and how beautiful they were, and he tried to remember what was being talked about. Suddenly his hormones died down a little to let him panic. All at once he snapped back, aware of how he must look to her, and he straightened his back, drawing his hands out from his pockets and placing them gentlemanly behind his back. He was embarassed, a bit, for letting himself lose control as far as he had. "Um, sorry?" A name. What was his name? "Oh! Mr. Kholman, at your service." What was he to do? Any other lady, he would kiss their hand and flirt a bit. The Sparkling Diamond wasn't a lady, though. Of course she was, what was he thinking? He was flustered, as if he was meeting some sort of royalty. That was silly.

He stepped inside the dressing room, fighting back a blush as he did so, and reached for her hand. He took it quickly, gently, and then kissed atop her knuckles before letting her hand go. "I do beg your pardon, Miss... Diamond, and I don't mean to intrude upon you," he said, as if he hadn't been standing in the doorway, watching her dress, watching her half naked body shimmy from one outfit to the other. She was probably used to men looking at her, defiling her body in their minds. Suddenly he felt sorry for her. What must it be like to be an object of lust, instead of a person? And how had he... What was he thinking? He was standing in the Sparkling Diamond's dressing room! They were alone, and nobody knew. Anything could happen. As his imagination started to move, a small smile played upon his lips. Damn hormones; they make utter pigs from gentlemen.

[Satine]

He was, as they said it on the streets, judging her or checking her out. He was, like most if not all men, just a guy with needs who was now faced with a beautiful woman who could help him with that. If he had enough money of course. Who was he? she did not know and if she had learned anything over the past years it was that that didn't matter in the Moulin Rouge. As long as you had money. You could be the king of Spain and you were still welcome here and you'd get what you want. Of course royalty did not come here. It was a sin after all sleeping with a woman if you were not married.

Satine then was a sinful woman because she had slept with more men. And married, nor falling in love, with one of them. She believed that she had even slept with men who were married but what their lives were outside the nightclub was none of her business. After all none of them asked what she did in her spare time or how she liked it here. It was not done, she didn't care for it either. He still seemed a little flabbergasted that it was her who he was meeting. he clearly didn't work here but was it an accident that he was here or was he someone with allot of money who only she could handle.

He kissed her hand, just like she sang A kiss on the hand maybe quite continental. But diamonds are a girls best friend! At least she had successfully started a conversation with him. He called her miss diamond. That was a first no one had ever called her something else then the sparkling diamond, satine or miss Satine. It was a change for sure. Considering his words Satine, who certainly was not unintelligent, concluded that he had seen her change. And that he perhaps even was not invited backstage. "I assure you Mr. Kholman you did not intrude" she was flirting but then again it was her job.

She had now successfully laid contact. "And you may call me Satine" miss diamond just sounded strange in her ears no matter how good she found it that there were still people who did not know everything about her. She assumed that he was rich, very rich, and powerful, very powerful. Or else he might get in trouble for coming here. Every man with a bit of common sense knew it. Because she was only doing her job at the moment.

Notes:np, i'm not exactly super fast with mine either, and sure i don't mind advertising!
Mood: very good!
Tags: Johnathan/Open

[Lindsay]

OOC: I'm back! And we got two new members; I think you have magic powers or something. XD

IC:

She had asked him to call her Satine. Her first name, perhaps? He knew, of course, that her first name wasn't 'Sparkling', and the very thought of that put a tiny smile on his face. he gazed into her eyes, something not many men (he assumed) had done. Why would anyone look at her eyes when there was so much else to look at. Sure, it was disrespectful to think of such things, but he assumed that when wearing a costume such as the ones she did, the point was for men to lust after her and not care who she was, so that Zidler would make money off of her. It was repulsive, but a job, nonetheless. Johnathan wasn't any different from other men. The same thoughts crossed his mind when he looked at her as other men. But still; standing alone with Satine, the Sparkling Diamond, and getting a chance to look into her eyes and realize that she was a person, and not just an object of lust, a sex idol, was a rare treat.

Realizing that she was a woman, and that she had a soul, and hopes and dreams, maybe put off Johnathan's lust for her a bit. It was still boiling up inside like the torrents of a raving river, but it was just a tad subdued, as if it was being held back by a dam. Whether the dam would hold or not, not even Johnathan knew. Her very fragrance was enough to drive a man absolutely wild. Oh, if he had the money... Damn his gambling habits. Damn the cheap whores who had kept him company at night. He remembered paying a couple of them extra just to stay with him all night, and let him hold them while he slept. He'd almost always wake up alone, as after he had fallen asleep they would run off to make more money. Their pimps probably wouldn't be too happy with a night wasted. Satine... Oh, how he wanted to hold her. He wanted to ravage her body slowly, and devour her very essence.

Trying to keep up the conversation, so that he wouldn't just awkwardly stare at her for a seemingly endless amount of time, he thought of a subject in which he hoped would strike a conversation. "Your um, act? It went very well tonight, from what I could see. I only managed to catch the tail end of it, but the applause was very grand," he smiled, and slowly moved his hands behind his back in a gentlemanly fashion. In order to keep himself at bay, he tried to keep his eyes focused on her eyes, and not wander to her lips, or her neck... or anything below that. He remembered his mother muttering about men who stared at breasts when they spoke to some women, and how it was just horrid manners. He had been shocked that his mother had even said the word 'breasts' back then. Mothers, he found out, weren't perfect people, either.

[Satine]

For what Satine was used to, in men, he had the strangest reactions. Of course he had seemed a bit nervous at first but she had hoped he had gone trough that. Yet he had only looked at her, as on what she still did in this place, once. He looked her into her blue eyes instead of everything that was below her face. Absinthe did things to a man, every so called gentleman who drunk it became something he did not want to be. The same thing that woman did. She unlike most did not have to claw to make money and most of the time when she had 'guests' they knew what they wanted.

Why did he not react like others? Perhaps her time had come after all and she was loosing her charms. But Satine doubted that. From the moment you pass the thirty you go down wards and she was in her mid twenties. She was still charming and young. Even though there were much younger people here. She did not let these thoughts show on her face however. Her picture perfect smile stayed on no matter how his reaction to her would be. He turned the conversation to her act. Ooh yes her act, singing, dancing and high leg kicks all in a corset. Sometimes she felt sorry for the dancers who had to do that all the times.

It was painful for sure but she looked wonderful on stage and every little part of her act was with the same goal. Get money, or in her case diamonds. It was the way they paid her and most of the diamond dogs. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." She stated. Complements were always welcome even if, as he had stated, she had a grand applause. "Maybe if you are lucky I'll give you a private show" she added. Hoping for some sort of positive reaction, was he not interested in her? Every man had a different taste and she had just gone for temptress because she had no idea.

Notes:Naa, just placed an add and did the 1-4 specific character thing, about the post sorry it's so short, muse problem
Mood: bit bored
Tags: Johnathan/Open

[Lindsay]

OOC: Well, it was very successful. XD

IC:

All the blood rushed from his head and went to other areas of his body at her words, 'private show'. What a tease. What the devil was she trying to prove? Everyone knew she was gorgeous. Everyone knew she was a temptress. She, herself, was aware of the power she had over men. Why must she excersize it so frequently? He had done nothing to spur on such... such temptation. It was hard enough controlling his body with her around, being in the same room. It almost made him angry. She knew the power she had on him, and she had abused it. He ought to teach her a lesson. He ought to close the door. he ought to ravage her body like the animal he truly was; what all men truly were.

Or were those thoughts the result of hormones, a lack of bloodflow to the brain, and the absinthe he had downed before he had come into the back room? He didn't care. Or did he? He was confused. He shoudl get out. His feet weren't moving, and neither were his lips. If anything his smile had fallen into a line and his eyes had widened. He stared hungrily at her eyes. Why did she bring such thing on herself? She deserved it... if anything happened to her? He wouldn't be responsible. It would be all her fault, if anything happened. It wasn't his fault. He exhaled slowly.

"I should go," he said, turning around swiftly. What was he thinking? What... What was going on with his head. Embarassed about his behaviour, about the sinister thoughts that had crossed his mind. hell, they were still there. It wasn't too late. He put his hand on the dorknob, and clenched it in his hand, knuckles turning white. He'd never get away with it. He'd get caught, and probably murdured for raping the star of the show. Besides, when he sobered up? He'd regret it. He would regret it for the rest of his life, no matter how short it was. He looked back at her hungrily, eyes eating her up from head to tail. This was probably the last time he's ever see her up close, and the last time she'd ever trust being alone with him. He felt bad for her. How could she ever have a real relationship? At least he, Johnathan, might have a chance at finding someone to spend his life with. She'd be stuck here, at the Moulin Rouge. A washed up can-can dancer with no future past her mid-thirties. She'd turn to drugs, alcohol, and cheap men. Her beauty would fade along with her fame, and she would die alone. His eyes turned sad. Poor girl. "I hope you... I hope you find hapiness, Miss Diamond." With that he walked out the door. He walked out of sight from the doorway, and then leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out quickly, heart racing. Damn it.

[Satine]

The reaction she got from him was the reaction she wanted. She did seem to have an affect on him as he was clearly showing. She was thinking about what here moves would be. She had worked her magic as others had called it frequently. It was her job to do this to men and when she went to far she knew but he seemed to keep himself in check. Almost as if he was afraid of what he would do. She looked at the open door behind him. And her dressing room was hardly the place for this. The elephant yes that was her territory and that was where she had to take him.

He wasn't here because of nothing. He was here because of her, otherwise why would he stand in her dressing room. All and all Satine was no fool. Normally men were glad to stand with her he seemed more nervous then all of them together. He only conclusion now was that he had either never been around a woman or he wasn't supposed to be here. The hunger and lust in his eyes was more then there, she should have noticed it before she said those things. She wouldn't be taking them back. She was a temptress and to be honest she did like it from time to time. It was all an act, she didn't care for him she wouldn't care for any man.

He left, it only confirmed what she thought. He wasn't supposed to be here. But maybe just maybe she was supposed to teach him why that was. Satine was a creature of the underworld. Young a beautiful but not someone to mess with. When he stood with his back to her a small smile appeared to her lips. Yes she had in fact thought of something, if he was an uninvited guest then why hadn't he left earlier. He was in fact unlucky that she would be the one that would be doing this. Satine was a woman and they could be cruel.

When he looked back to her she gave him the most tempting look that she could manage. She allowed herself to look him strait in the eyes. "Are you sure you should?" she asked him. Again her flirting tone. "I am sure that were ever you are expected they can wait for a little while." He had turned away and when he looked back again his words surprised her. What was that supposed to mean, hoping that she'd find happiness. She coughed once before going after him trough the door.

The mask that she wore being satine had faded perhaps for a little bit. Those words were not meant for the show girl. They weren't meant for the sparkling diamond no they were meant for the woman behind the mask. Her name wasn't something she had forgotten she refused to think about it. About that and her life before the Moulin Rouge. She looked around and soon she found him. "What do you mean by that Mr. Kholman?" She asked. Still being Satine the sparkling diamond for the greatest part.

Notes:Sorry i couldn't post yesterday
Mood: bored
Tags: Johnathan/Open

[Lindsay]

OOC: Oh, no big deal.

IC:

Leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, top hat slightly askew upon his head, he looked at her. Was she offended by his words? Why had she come after him? Surely she had something better to do with her time than chase after a hopeful loser with no money to give her for any services. Or was she still under the impression that he was a wealthy person, and had come on advice of Zidler, to get his money's worth? That must be the issue. Three quarters of him wanted to keep her in the dark, wanted to keep her thinking that he had payed Harold to spend the night with her. Then he could have his way with her, and be able to brag about the experience for the rest of his life. The other quarter wanted to tell her that he had no money, that he was looking for the loo when he had mistakenly wandered into the back rooms.

What was he supposed to do now? She had chased after him, wanting an aswer to her question. What was it that he had meant? He turned to face her, deciding to be very frank. Did he have the balls for it? She was a lady, after all. How could he be rude to a lady and tell her what he meant? After a deep breath, and a moment of silence he replied, "Miss Diamond, it is obvious that you won't be in the Moulin Rouge forever. Eventually every can can dancer's career ends. You'll have to move on. I suspect you'll marry some rich old bugger and live comfortably, but that won't make you happy. I simply said that I hope you find hapiness, because I see none of it here," he looked in her eyes, waiting for a reaction. He was even prepared for a slap. He deserved whatever he'd be given, after all.

He breathed out, and relaxed. He had said it. Now there was no turning back. It was no obvious that he had no business in the back room, that she had no bother talking to him, and that he should be on his way. It was only made more apparent by his need to leave when one of the few male dancers, who also acted as bouncers, walked into that area of the hallway. The dancer paused, saw Satine with a strange man in a suit, and got ready for trouble. He puffed up his chest and shouted, "hey you! You've no business back here! Out with you!" Johnathan looked over at the large dancer with dark skin, semi-fearfully. Messing with the dancers was a very bad thing to do without paying, it was like cheating the business out of money.

"I'm on my way out, sir," he stated, and then looked back in Satine's eyes. It was his last second with her, and he wanted to remember it.

[Satine]

She had been called allot of things. When she left the Moulin Rouge when she walked trough Paris it seemed as if everyone knew what she did. The looks she got from others... and what some men called her. But no one no one had ever wished her happiness. It just seemed so out of place for her to hear and yet while she still wore her mask of the artist, the dancer, singer and courtesan that she was. She was thinking about it as the person she once was. Rationally. Why had he said that to her. Had it been a mis placed joke, for she knew that she had to save allot of money now if she wished to survive past her mid thirties. Or had it some other meaning.

He wasn't who she thought he was and he probably should leave as soon as he could. Every plan she had in her mind for even trying to get him busted by one of the bouncers was out of her mind when he spoke those words. She waited for his answer, his honest answer and not one that she wanted to her. No if he planned on going that road now... Satine doubted that he would. His answer was frank but it was the truth. As if she didn't know it. As if any of them didn't know it and honestly Satine was surprised that she had maneged to let herself stay at the top for so long.

When she first came here she was talented but because of the way she got to her position she knew that would happen to her as well. And then what? He was right she wouldn't be here forever. But what he didn't know that she had a little live saving, in jewels. Diamonds laid in silver, gold and other valuable materials. But how long would she be able to live on those. He was right in every part he had said no matter how rude it was. It defiantly wasn't something a true gentleman would say.

Right on that moment Chocolate, a friend of hers and a dancer/bouncer, came in the hallway. He paused and looked at her and her 'guest.' He indeed had no business here. "It's alright. I believe that Mr.Kholman was just leaving" she said. Dismissing him and giving one or rather yet another clear warning to him. He needed to get out and he possibly should just leave and not come back here for another week or so. Just so he would be forgotten. Otherwise every toe out of line could end badly for him.

He also confirmed what she just had said and looked in her eyes once more. The person who was talking to him just a few moment ago was left for Satine the sparkling diamond. She turned her back to him and walked back into her dressing room where she closed the door, she didn't lock it though. And she sat down on a chair. Wondering what she was supposed to do for the rest of the night and thinking again about what he had said to her.

Notes:Chocolate is actually the credited name for that guy i think, End of the topic?
Mood: bored
Tags: Johnathan/Open

[Lindsay]

OOC: Yup, I think this is the last post for this thread. Chocolate was really his name? Sweet!

IC:

He had offended her, and he knew he would have. There was no getting past it. She had asked for the truth, and he had supplied it. If she didn't like the truth, then she should have thought of that before she got herself into the irriversable position that she is now. Everyone in the Moulin Rouge needed her for their acts, and to draw in such the crowd that they did. Zidler would probably have her hunted down and drug back here on her high heels if she ever tried to leave. Never before had Johnathan ever really thought of the whores and dancers of the Moulin Rouge as prisoners. He sighed, taking in her scent with the air that he breathed. Then she dismissed him, turned around, and went back into her room.

'Chocolate' the male dancer, who scared Johnathan just a bit-- how most heterosexual men were around bisexual or homosexual men, came at Johnathan at a brisk pace. Johnathan got up from leaning against the wall, turned, and began walking down the hallway. The tall, attractive man named Chocolate was right behind him, calling out directions such as 'left, straight on now, turn here' and so forth until they were safely out on the dancefloor once again. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and the girls were dancing.

"Don't let me catch you back there again, y'hear?" Chocolate said, grabbing Johnathan's shoulder and piercing his eyes with his strong, brown-eyed gaze. Johnathan swallowed and nodded, wanting the man's touch off his shoulder. The tall dancer nodded and let him go. After that he jumped into the throng of dancers, doing his best to show off the talent and flexibility of the girls. Johnathan watched as some of the men eyed Chocolate greedily, if not secretly. He guessed that Chocolate was one of the most highly paid 'dancer' in the building, simply because he was such a strapping lad, and men could have him to themselves without others caring of their sexuality. Johnathan made for the door. He didn't want to be here anymore. He wanted to go home.

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