Odd Little Cat (Open)

[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

Cris was bored. Why? Because she didn’t have anyone scheduled for today. Not that that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t possibly end up with someone to entertain her, or sorry, she was supposed to be entertaining them. She often saw it the other way around because of her need to take control in just about everything like this. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t bored right now. She wasn’t used to having nothing to do, quite honestly, it made her totally and entirely bored. What to do with her time…

She pondered this as she huffed and blew the random and stray chestnut strand that had decided to fall into her face up and out of her face. Of course it decided to then plop right back down in her face once more. Which made her scowl at it. Stupid piece of shit. Yes, she fully realized she was mentally yelling at her hair but that didn’t mean that she was going to stop mentally yelling at her hair. It was something to do. She had already exhausted her usual supply of amusements. Anything she could think up had already been done which fucking sucked.

She had already gotten washed up for the day, a long and lazy process because she had known she had nothing to do later on. She had already styled her hair back into a braid, of which a few strands were now deciding to escape and bother the hell out of her. She had already gotten changed. SO what else was a girl to do? She had played around for a little while, little amusements such as reading and playing music and the like but now she was horribly bored with nothing to do . That was the problem she kept circling back to.

She knew that if she was still with the man that had taken her in years ago she wouldn’t be bored right now. He had been a wonderful friend, they had always had something to do to amuse themselves or each other, even if it was just something like sex. They had played music together, they had run wild. He had been her savoir and her best friend and life felt so weird without him in it. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself. That was the whole reason she was here though, wasn’t it?

Cris was here because her closest friend, the man who had seemed to truly get her and wanted to get her, which was more than she could say for most people in her life, had entirely disappeared. He had left the house one day and never came back and never given any hint that he was going to be doing it either. She had had no warning, and it hadn’t seemed like him to ditch her without one. So she presumed him dead, of course. Which of course upset her but what was she suppose to do about it? She couldn’t sit around and mope about.

There were bills to pay and she had absolutely no way of paying them.

So that was how she had ended up here of course. Here was the Dusty Blossom, where she was a prostitute and had absolutely no shame about it. She knew that she should, because she had been born as an upper class lady, who had no cares in the world before she had run away and nearly died. She knew that it wasn’t a job most women would fall into without a reason. And, well, she had had a reason at least.

But she was good at sex, so why not? Plus she got her own place and she could often make her own rules, which made it better. It made it easier to bare that way. Plus she could handle herself. She wasn’t worried about that at all.

”I suppose this is just bullshit, isn’t it Chii?” she asked of the tiny black panther cub that sat beside her on the bed. For her part, Chii just stood and brushed up against Cris, purring and happily looking for attention. Which Cris of course gave to her. She loved her baby. And it was a pretty long story as to why she had a black panther cub with her. But for the most part it revolved around something rather simple. Cris enjoyed animals and hated them to be hurt.

She had hitched a ride with a circus when she was escaping where she had lived with her old friend, when she ahd been running away really. It had seemed like a smart idea. She hid in the animal cart. Which was how she saw Chii’s mother be abused to the point of death. And was also why she stole Chii, who was too young to be without her mother to be fully honest, and left the circus cart. And then run more because she really couldn’t afford to go to jail for stealing a panther cub from a circus. But they had been abusing her!

She had gotten the job here then, at the Dusty Blossom. And apparently they had nothing against the little black panther darling. Which was good because Cris had no intentions of giving her up. Now Chii practically considered Cris her mother. Why? Because Cris had raised her. She was still tiny, still about the size of a young cat. Which was manageable.

She sighed and ran her fingers through CHii’s pitch black fur. Well, she could do one thing at least if she had nothing else to do. Her gymnastics. She practiced them often still because they kept her limber and agile, something that a woman in her position and job often benefitted greatly from. If you were good enough, the men came back after all.

She couldn’t do much in her room and the heat outside was too much for her to want to go outside to practice out there. Instead she would do little things that she was able to do in such a confined space like the one that she was currently in. One of which she knew was easy to do was to practice her handstands and the like, at least improve her arm strength and her balance. Not that it wasn’t excellent to begin with. Cris wasn’t overly modest, she was honest.

She bounced off of the bed and in moments she was on her hands, with her feet straight up in the air. Her skirt fell down slightly, to reveal the knife strapped to her ankle. She didn’t even notice the familiar weight there. A girl needed to protect herself and all that bullshit. Instead she closed her eyes and focused on finding her center and her calm as she stayed on her hands.

And then found her calm totally interrupted by a set of cat paws on her bare feet.

Startled and wavering slightly before she managed to regain her balance. And she peered up at her feet to see Chii happily standing on them. She was lucky that Cris was strong enough not to topple and Chii was still tiny enough not to topple her. She arched a brow at the cub. Odd little duck that panther was. Chii, in return, looked right back down at her and purred, almost as if she was saying Look Mama, I can do fun things too.

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Muse: Pretty good
Comments: Open!

[Justin Alexander Flyte]

Justin Alexander Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] “Go on, Justin—you said you ain’t afraid of nothin’.” The young man heaved a sigh with the taunting words of his comrade, leaning casually against the wooden fence that bordered the considerably busy property. His brows were pulled together in a blatant sign of his deep concentration as he stared straight ahead, focusing on the room of which his friends had pointed him to; Crissatha Pandora’s. She was said to have one hell of a good reputation here, and though Justin was all fine and dandy with knowing such things, it was what his friends were daring him to do, that made his insides stir with great indecision. Not only did they want him to knock on Crissatha’s door—oh no—they wanted him to pay for an appointment with her.

And, it was that in which scared the shit out of the man.

“C’mon, guys. Seriously?” He prodded reluctantly, his expression contorted to one of subdued nervousness, which, obviously, his fellows seemed to pick up on. They all sent out a few rounds of rambunctious laughter, causing Justin’s lips to purse in what he figured to be an equal balance of anger and embarrassment. “Scared ‘a sex are ya, Justin?” The other man barked, receiving a boisterous chuckle from the other accompanying the two. Immediately, Justin turned to face the culprit, eyes narrowing in one of the coldest glares the young man could muster. It was hardly a practiced expression, seeing as the young man was smiling all the bloody time rather than frowning, but hey, it seemed to do the job. The offender just cleared his throat, amusement slinking from his features oddly quickly, before adverting his eyes from his fuming friend. Now, despite the fact his friends were no longer mocking him, Justin knew he was hardly out of the water yet. If he didn’t go inside, they would hold it overhis head for years and year to come—and, as odd as it may seem to some, Justin rather liked having a clean reputation. He didn’t need everyone in town knowing he was quite nervous around sex, thanks.

Knowing he was screwed either way, Justin held out his hand, palm-up, to his pals, and they slapped some money into it, each and everyone one of them having fallen silent with slight shock and awe. One might think it was odd for a group of grown men to play such silly games, but Justin didn’t have the same views. His life had always been based upon how happy he was, and even though the game currently sucked at the moment, it was usually quite fun to play. And, so, he didn’t give a shit whether it was childish or not. As long as he had fun—that’s what mattered. “I hate all of you.” The man muttered reluctantly after a moment, closing his fist around the money now resting in his palm. He’d been unprepared for such a dare, and so his friends had offered to pay. To his dismay, might I add. The group gave Justin encouraging slaps on the back with his comment, before he began to stalk away from them, shifting in order to hold the bills between his index and middle finger.

It seemed like miles, his walk to the woman’s door. Perhaps it was the dread weighing him down, but either way, the man tried not to give it such deep thought. He’d go right on in, give the woman her money, and leave. Nothing to it, right? Right. Justin nodded to himself, his self-motivation rather pitiful, though once again, he hardly noticed. He shot a glance over his shoulder as he stepped up onto the porch, only to see each and every one of his friends waving for him to knock on the door, before shoving his middle finger in the air, and turning back towards the thick, wooden door before him. Justin heaved a sigh, closing his eyes momentarily, before lifting his hand to knock two fingers lightly against the door, his stomach beginning to churn as he waited.

“Enter at your own risk,” was the feminine response that soon graced Justin’s ears, and immediately he froze, unsure of what exactly to do. His heart rate accelerated, chest heaving with the increased speed of his breaths, before Justin layed a palm flat against the door, the other slipping around the knob. With a twist, it opened, and the brunette pushed the door open, before timidly slipping inside, and closing the door behind him. He stood there for a moment, staring at the door in complete and utter insecurity, before finally mustering the will to turn. And, what he saw then was hardly what he’d expected. Immediately, with the sight of the woman—of who he assumed was Crissatha—standing on her hands, with her cat perched happily on her feet, a nervous little grin tugged at Justin’s soft lips, amusement clear within his expression. He held up the bills between his fingers and placed them down on the nearest dresser, before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Crissatha, right?” He asked with yet another shy, timid little smile. “Need a hand?” With a tilt of his head, Justin paused, his smile still lingering upon his expression.

What in the fuck had he gotten himself into?

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Muse: Meh
Notes: HOPE IT'S OKAY. C: He'll go sit on the floor after she responds, lmfao. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

Cris arched a brow up at her cat. Well she wasn’t really a cat, not in the traditional sense. And even if she had been a traditional cat, she would have probably been called a kitten. But she was called a cub, due to her panther like state. But that was besides the point. She arched a brow as she peered up at Chii. Why up? Because her naughty little panther cub had decided it was a good idea to jump up and perch on her mama’s feet while Cris was doing a hand stand. The brat was just lucky she had good balance.

She rolled her eyes and decided to take this as a challenge instead, seeing how long she could stay straight up, without wavering at all, with her pet perched and purring on her feet, all curled up and looking down at her mama with soft blue eyes that were too innocent to ever really be mad at. She couldn’t even get too mad at the odd little cub, she was too sweet. It was one of the many things that she had in her favor, according to the woman who had taken care of her for so long.

This was what happened when she had no one booked, but she was still on duty for walk ins and couldn’t escape into town to occupy herself with the many exciting things out there. She did stupid shit like standing on her hands to see how long she could with a panther cub perched on them. It was stupid, and she knew it. But she had to entertain herself somehow. She technically wasn’t supposed to leave her room when anyone could knock on her door and ask to go a round or two. As long as they paid anyway.

It was only a few moments though before a knock came at her door. It was a soft knock, not something she ever expected from any of her regulars so she shrugged a little, which was awkward considering her current position, and decided to call out because she wasn’t in any position to be answering the door right then and this kid sounded like he was going to bolt at the next available opportunity from the sound of his knock. He wasn’t another one of those kids that just came cause of her rep, was he? If so she was so not looking forward to the giggling that tended to come along with that.

Oh well, she smirked a little because she was in a pretty damn good mood and called out. ”Enter at your own risk!” she called out. Why? Because it was random and she was in a good mood, as she had stated. Her boredom was about to be broken, as it always was, by a customer. Whether they were a new customer or one of her regulars, inexperienced or not, she usually found herself pretty amused by her customers. They tended to all be one of a kind, and exactly alike at the same time.

She watched the person who had knocked enter and then close the door behind him. She was studying him the entire time, though she couldn’t really get a good look from being upside down, he seemed handsome enough. She also watched him hold up the money, seeming entirely nervous about it which made a smirk play on the young woman’s lips as she watched him move. She waited until he decided to speak to do anything about her current position and the fact that she was upside down when she now had someone who required her right side up—in most cases anyway—attention.

She swayed a little to warn the animal on her feet that she was moving, and as if she had gotten the message, Chii hopped off of her feet and onto the bed, and then proceeded to disappear under the bed where her treats and toys as well as her bed was. Chii went down there when other people were in the room, Cris had trained her to do such because Cris did not want her Chii seeing these things, it seemed like a bad thing to show a baby.

Once that was done, she easily front flipped back on to her feet and stood up straight. She smirked easily at the man, looking him over now that she could in proper light and confirmed her earlier thoughts, he was definitely good looking. She approved. With an easy twist she pulled out the tie in her hair and unwove the braid with a few quick flicks of her fingers to make the tumble back around her face. ”Call me Cris. And…ah…thanks but no thanks?” she said with a little laugh when he asked if she needed the help, though she had twisted to her feet after he had asked and had just decided not to answer in typical her fashion.

She noticed how nervous he seemed and shook her head. He was definitely not one of her regulars and she had to wonder why he was here at all? It couldn’t be his first time, could it? If so she was going to groan, she hated when people came to her to get rid of their first times, other girls here ate that up, not her. She found it really strange for some reason and tried to avoid it if she could manage as much.

She tilted her head slightly, mischief still running rampant in her icy blue gaze as she studied him. ”I promise I don’t bite unless you want me too, relax Sugar” she said then, laughter in her voice as well. He had broken her boredom spell, so obviously he was going to get the amused side of her rather than the bitchy side that people so often saw. She was going to at least try to calm his nerves before figuring out what category he fell into with her.

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Muse: Okay?
Comments: Awkward post is awkward, I'm sorry

[Justin Alexander Flyte]

Justin Alexander Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] Justin didn’t understand why he always ended up in these situations. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he never failed to end up in some sort of ugly, completely un-called for disaster. And, this was no different whatsoever. Not only had Justin been dared—by his full-grown, adult friends might I add—to knock on Crissatha Pandora’s door, but he’d also been informed that he’d need to be in her company for a while, as well. Which, seeing as they were at the town Brothel, meant sex. They’d dared Justin to have sex. Now, don’t get me wrong; Justin had never been one to judge, and he never would be one to do such a thing. Bringing intimacy into the equation, however, frightened him. He could fight, and he could flex his strength—but, that was it. As far as sexual relations went, Justin was absolutely oblivious and completely uneducated. It was this insecurity lurking deep within him, however, in which the nervousness stemmed from—he was terrified of hurting someone, or making some sort of overly embarrassing mistake.

Besides, sex meant something to him. It wasn’t something he intended to do with someone he’d just met moments before; it was supposed to be special, wasn’t it?

The man slowly found himself beginning to drown within his rather frightening thought process, floundering about in desperation and his massive amount of blatant insecurities. If he had things his own way, he’d turn and run. But, of course, he couldn’t do that now—not unless he wanted the entire bloody town to know that Justin Flyte, owner of the Caballo Negro, was afraid of sex. Fuck. The man’s brow furrowed deeply with the thought as he stood before the thick, wooden door before him, hand hesitating, poised just beside the wood. To knock, or leave? Closing his eyes for a moment in order to exhale a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Justin finally mustered what courage he had, in order to knock. It was hardly his usual confident, outgoing knock, but instead a timid, meek excuse of a knock—if one could even explain knocking in such a way? Justin ran his hand over his forehead, annoyed at himself for over-thinking everything to such a wild extent. It was just sex, right?

Then, why couldn’t he convince himself that?

After finally entering and gathering together what shreds of confidence he could in order to turn around, Justin paused, his entire expression freezing in order to process what he was currently seeing. When he did, however, a subdued, amused little smile tugged at his lips, and he quirked a brow in clear, silent wondering. It wasn’t every day one walked in to see someone doing a handstand with their cat standing on their feet, am I right? Justin prodded somewhat gently about her name, as well as if she needed any help, after placing the bills he’d brought with him on the nearest surface, and proceeding to shove his hands into his pockets. As he awaited an answer, his eyes momentarily wandering around the room until she caught his attention once more, flipping up onto her feet, seeing as the kitten—which didn’t look like most other cats he’d seen before—had hopped from its perch on the tops of her feet.

It was then, after she’d dealt with the oddity herself and was standing normally, that the woman decided to answer, in what he assumed was a fitting response for her. “Call me Cris. And... ah... thanks but no thanks?” She commented with a small laugh, which roused another smaller, but amused smile out of the young man. He watched her carefully, eyes dipping in order to look her over briefly, before deciding he was very much satisfied with the idea of having her as company. Sure, the situation was scary, but she certainly wasn’t. Justin could appreciate a pretty face when he saw one, and to say she met his standards would certainly be the understatement of the year. He grinned, nearly, before leaning back against the wall behind him, the movement leisurely, though still somewhat insecure. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Cris.” He offered, his grin shifting into a more subdued, gentler version of itself. “I’m Justin.” The brunette finished easily, holding a hand out in his usual was of greeting people. It occurred to him only after it was much too late that it, perhaps, wasn’t the best way to offer greetings, given the situation, but he tried to ignore the fact and shrug it off. If she thought he was odd, so be it; she wouldn’t be the only one.

It was then, in which the sudden tilt of the woman’s head successfully snagged his attention once more, causing Justin’s stomach to continue churning, both restlessness and anxiety mixing to create the worst of combinations. Her expression spoke of mischievous intentions, and Justin paused, lips parting in reoccurring indecision. It was far too late to run, wasn’t it? Fuck why was he being so pathetic? “I promise I don’t bite unless you want me to, relax Sugar.” Once again, her voice brought Justin back from the rather frightening ambush of his thoughts, and he froze for a moment, a confused expression flashing over his features. His brows furrowed, and he went to say something, before simply pausing, and letting out another short sigh. "That obvious?” He asked with a somewhat apologetic smile, referring to the fact she was clearly picking up on his anxiety.

“Sorry.” Justin muttered but a moment later, before leaning his head back against the wall, and slowly sliding down until he was in a sitting position, back still pressed against the firm surface. “Listen, uh... I don’t mean to offend, but—... well, I think it’d be best if we... uhum, talked.” Justin paused then, his expression immediately contorting into one of absolute irritation towards himself. Talk? Where the fuck had that come from? He hurried on at that moment, hoping to correct his stupidity. “—Wait, not talk. Pretend I didn’t say that. I just mean that, well, I’m not...” With each and every word that Justin said, his expression seemed to stoop further into annoyance with his own lack of intelligence. The man trailed off after a moment, brows furrowed, lips pursed. He shouldn’t have come. Not only was Cris probably going to kick him out, but she, as well as his friends, would think him to be a fool. “Scratch that, I’m just going to stop talking.” He said, bumping his head against the wall. Yep, he was doomed.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Muse: Alright
Notes: Amgsoretarded. TOLDYOUHEWOULDSITONTHEFLOOR.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Crissatha Isobel Pandora]

Cris had been bored. Well, that was a bit of an understatement really, when one took into account how easily that the young woman got bored. That had been a part of the reason that she had ended up in her current job occupation. She got bored too easily, and she found herself often rather amused when she was here and working. She also was just plain damn good at what she did, and that wasn’t her bragging. Well, not entirely her bragging at least.

Cris had one hell of a fucking reputation at least. She was well aware of this, it got her noticed when she went out. She was lucky that she had a pretty thick skin when it came to women, however, because she found that they often did not approve of the way that she lived. Was it really her fault that all of them were all stuck up and oppressed while she lived to enjoy herself? She was fully aware how it felt like to be one of them. She had once been in their shoes after all, had once been forced into what society wanted her to be and what convention said she should be.

Until she had broken free of all of that.

She also took this job because a girl needed to eat. After she had been separated from the man who had saved her life, and she was convinced by now that he was dead because there was no other reason that she could think of as to why otherwise he would leave her. Anyway, after that she had realized she needed money to survive. And the idea of Cris working at an establishment where she had to be nice to people and take orders was just plain laughable. So she had fallen into her current profession. And she was damn good at it.

But now she wasn’t bored anymore, safe to say, because she had a customer now, knocking on her door. She had him enter and then flipped off of her hands to stand on her own two feet without her baby panther cup on her feet. She was sure that it was an odd sight, and she took from the look on his face that it probably had been for him. But she also was looking him over and deciding he was rather handsome indeed. Not that it mattered, she would do what she did either way. But it was always an added bonus.

He introduced himself then, as Justin. Nice enough name. She was amused by how formal he was being, and went on her earlier notion that he was definitely not a regular around here, he was too nervous and all of that. He was so going to be a talker, but whatever. As long as she got paid, right? Didn’t mean she wouldn’t amuse herself like she always did, but it just meant it was a little bit boring. Oh well. She smirked a tad at the hand he held out in formal greeting, and shook her head a little. Whatever way he wanted to play it. She took the hand he offered and shook.

But like she had thought, if the hand shake hadn’t set it off, it was obvious in other things that he was not okay with this. He was a bit stiff and awkward in the way that he mved and did this, like he wasn’t sure why he was here exactly. She had tilted her head, with mischief, and let him know that she didn’t bite. Well not unless her customers were into that sort of thing. Then she was just oh so accommodating.

He asked if it was that obvious and the way that he said it got a small chuckle from her lips. Cris was an icy bitch, she never let people in, but sometimes things were enough to win a laugh from her. She shook her head. ”Just a little” she said, amusement in her voice but she was trying to keep it playful, considering that it could possibly be taken as condescending, but she didn’t mean it that way at all. She had gotten customers like him before.

She watched him have a total conflict as he spoke and arched a critical brow, a movement that was so normal to the young woman that she barely noticed that her face had moved at all. He was sitting on the floor with her back to the wall. Well that was a new one. She was listening to him talk and he seemed so conflicted. It seemed to make her wonder why he was here in the first place. He bumped his head against the wall and he seemed so mad at himself. She shook her head, the chestnut strands flying as she did, they were usually bound back but she didn’t keep them back when she was working.

Cris smirked a little bit. ”See, I knew you’d be a talker” she said. And then she walked over to where he was bending down to be face level with him, though not in his face, she was still far away enough to give him his space. If Cris had been a more full figured girl, with how low cut her shirt was she would have been practically flashing him, but she was rather flat so it wasn’t much of an issue. ”It’s your money, Justin. If you don’t wanna go at it, your say so” she said with a little shrug.

She then, straightened, and did something that she was figuring might give him a bit of a heart attack, but she just plain could not help herself.

She sat down on his lap, her skirt flaring out around her as she did so. ”Now, see, I don’t usually get the talkers though, my reputation tends to mean I get the other type” she said, smirking at him like ti was the most normal thing in the world for her to be in his lap. Cris had absolutely no personal bubbles, and no one else should expect to have them when in her room. ”So I’m gonna let you lead” she said, like ti was the most innocent thing she could possibly say.

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Muse: Odd
Comments: Lol sorry she's a nut.