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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 27, 2011 23:08:25 GMT -8
7 Deadly Sins: Night Club This thread is for employees or customers only. -If you are/hope to be an employee your post may/must include: - Application for a Job/Meet with the General Manager.
- Interact with party-goers/other employees.
- How many hours you worked that day.
- What you've done/served/ etc
- Details (Moderators affect the terms of your "tips"
- The amount of money you have earned are based on accumulated posts for the month.
-If you are a customer you may: - Make a point to suggest which room you're in.
- Grant monetary funds/tips to employees.
- Interact with employees or other customers.
- Detail (Moderators may dote on your interactions).
Money Equations: - General Manager - Lucas Delacroix : $
- Bartender - To be filled : $
- Waitress - To be filled : $
- Waitress - To be filled : $
- Janitor - To be filled : $
- DJ - To be filled : $
- Security - To be filled : $
Financial Equations: | Total Revenue | 100% | | Costs of Goods Sold | 40.1% | | Advertising | 2.0% | | Shipping Expenses | 0.6% | | Commissions | 0.1% | | Depreciation | 2.5% | | Employee Benefit Programs | 0.1% | | Insurance | 1.3% | | Legal & Professional Services | 0.6% | | Meals & Entertainment | 1.1% | | Interest Expense | 1.3% | | Office Expense | 0% | | Pension & Profit-Sharing Plans | 0% | | Rent on Machinery & Equipment | 8% | | Rent on other Business Property | 6.3% | | Repairs | 1.5% | | Salaries & Wages | 16.5% | | Supplies | 1.6% | | Taxes | 4.3% | | Travel | 0% | | Utilities | 4.7% | | Other Business Expenses | 5.5% | | Total Expenses | 90.9% | | Net Income To Owner | 9.1% |
Note: Every hours must have 100 words each.Credit for this layout goes to Mikey |
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 27, 2011 23:08:51 GMT -8
The night club wasn't much to work with for the time being. A large building secured at a rather shady distract in Southeast Long Beach. Concrete walls with blacked out windows lingering at the sides made the place look rather dark and foreboding. Certainly a fix-me-upper, Lucas would think to himself quickly sizing up the building from the outside. He'd take long strides surveying the building from all corners before pulling free the keys to edge his way in narrowly sealing the door shut behind him. The entry was just as foreboding as the outside. A long hallway dimly lit by the tinted windows gave next to no light before opening out into a large Colosseum-like dance floor.
He'd size up the place from within seeing long bar tables along the walls before the atrium like room split open into eight different causeways each of which divided into a separate room of their own. Aside from the eighth walkway leading to a private elevator. *Click Click Click* The sound of the shambled elevator made as it carried him up to the private rooms overlooking the dance floor. This would do nicely. A wry smile lighting his features for a moment before the considerations flowed to thought of how he would go about these repairs. He needed staff as well, certainly to begin with he'd need to advertise about the school as for renovations it could be dealt with the small numbers that he'd already collected. Once again things would start rolling in quite perfectly. Atop his throne he'd sit, waiting pleasantly.
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Lisa "Delacroix"
Trainee
The Countess[M:0]
Pain or pleasure; I'm the master of both.
Posts: 23
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Post by Lisa "Delacroix" on Aug 28, 2011 19:39:47 GMT -8
Lisa knew of the plans Lucas had thought up. It would appear he had been getting some cash and stashing it. She wasn't going to question where it was all coming from lest he think she didn't trust him. Lisa also knew that she would have a job. That would mean less prostitution... Wrong. That would be too good to be true. Lisa was poorly educated and wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but that didn't mean she didn't get what else he had planned for this club.
Entering the building she would slowly walk through the halls as she observed the area carefully. This place was in horrible condition and far from being ready to be opened... Add to the fact if it were open there would be lack of employees to meet the customer's needs. Lisa looked up towards a window as the figure disappeared from view. She would let up a small smile knowing he was already there. It was a certain comfort for him to be around... Him being the only human she had trusted and all. As she walked towards the elevator her delicate fingers would graze across the dusty walls. Just as she approached the ok'd contraption she had pricked her finger on an uneven ledge. It was minor though she did make a small noise in acknowledge mention to the newly opened scratch. As she pressed the button she would rub her finger with her thumb trying to relieve it of the insignificant sting it presented.
Finally she arrived on the desired floor and walked through the now open doors making small clicks on the floor from her heeled shoes. Before she walked into Lucas' view she would check up on her cut. Her finger tips were painted pink from the thin layer of blood that she had smeared around with her thumb. Her own blood was never any interest to her but she only checked it for Lucas' sake. It was hard for him to control his need the last thing he needed was warm red temptation.
She would place her hand behind her back as she approached him."Hello." she would greet him with a voice that was so small yet the most energy she would show in an interaction with another person. "Do you think we will have enough funds to cover the renovations?" she never really made short talk it was usually cut to the chase.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Sept 2, 2011 14:48:45 GMT -8
He would watch slowly as she entered the main atrium, his attention otherwise located at her hips, entirely distracted by the sensual motion of them however he grinned only when she was out of his sight. The mind then traced on to other matters at hand. His weight leaning forward against the window, his brow forming evenly to the contours of his elbow's curvature preventing him from falling headlong into the glass. Things were being set in motion, he could see just that however what he tended to want from here on out was power and how could one manage such trends. First was the concern of money, renovations and the like, employment and advertising was inevitably second as was the business soon to follow. He grew tired and impatient of such mortal concerns when the man presently longed to be something of a God.
The presence to his flank made him attentive, his slouched figure against the glass grew erect though his attention gleaming over the atrium never faltered. Her question only highlighting his thoughts knowing all too well that the two were on the same train of thought he was lead to what must be concluded next.
"Its hard to say, what I'm more concerned about is business." His brow would furrow showing a distressing thought entering his mind before heaving about and turning to her. With that his immediate allocation of palms directed downward into his coat pockets.
"What to do, what to do...hmmm." He'd mutter mainly to himself but with a loud enough presence to otherwise include Lisa as well, his trotting motions forward would be a slow and drawn out process towards her; One foot crossing over another as they marched on-wards to her. A hand would peel out from his coat pocket, the left one seizing a strand of hair and playing with it around his index finger.
"I don't suppose its out of character for you to perform a little teaser for our friends at the school now is it?"
He'd chuckle knowing the term 'friends' was one he used with very little worth behind it. As for the teaser he referred to a game of his that he called, look, but don't touch.
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Lisa "Delacroix"
Trainee
The Countess[M:0]
Pain or pleasure; I'm the master of both.
Posts: 23
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Post by Lisa "Delacroix" on Sept 5, 2011 11:45:15 GMT -8
Lisa wouldn't break her focus on Lucas as he moved about and now towards her. There was never a point in trying to avoid "closeness" with him. He could get violent and besides not like he deserved a clos shoulder he was her friend after all.
He told her that wasn't the concern, but the business was. It didn't make any sense to her. She thought that the business came hand in hand with getting this place up... Though when he made a point as if he was "thinking" of a plan it all made sense... He already had some thing in mind... Build clientel first... By using her.
She expected to get a job... And given the nature of the business she assumed it would involve little clothing whether it be a waitress looking for a tip... Or a dancer looking for... Well the same thing. Considering his "performing a teaser" comment only suggested tr latter.
"How do you suppose I accomplish this?"
She was playing dumb. She had her reasons to play herself down and they were reasons she would never exploit. "but what ever it is I will do it for us... For you." she would smile that small smile as her hand would trace up his arm slowly.
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Asher LeBeau
Trainee
Am I nothing but a toy to you?
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Sept 8, 2011 12:32:50 GMT -8
Asher swore under her breath again, pacing the room she was in. Oh, she knew exactly where she was and who was here with her, but all that mattered was she couldn’t get out of the room. In all her infinite wisdom, she had finally gotten involved in something she couldn’t get out of. She was dragged into and forced to participate in some little ‘gang’ or club, whichever she preferred to think of and whichever term pissed Lucas off the most. That was her goal, to piss off the little boy and drag him down to earth where he belonged. As far as she was concerned, he was a little pissant and that was something that was grating on her nerves.
She paced the room repeatedly, the heels she had on making small sounds and showcasing her legs against the short shorts, often referred to as ‘daisy dukes’. It had been a nice enough day that she’d started to go out and enjoy herself, go shopping or some such thing and then Lucas had showed up and pretty much kidnapped her with him and dragged her to some warehouse where she was ever so politely informed, she would now be working as a waitress/stripper. Or in other words, where she would basically do whatever she was told and paid to do.
Grumbling again, she paused when she heard voices. One female and the other one belonging to Lucas. Sighing, she flopped on the ground, the lacey material of her shirt swirling around with her movements, giving hints of skin here and there as she toyed with the barbell in her tongue, the hints of silver showing through as she made a light clicking noise, otherwise silent. The wink of the dangle from her belly hinted through her shirt, laying bright against her tanned skin and her tattoos proving a stark contrast and yet seeming muted in the dim room. She couldn’t hear the exact words, but the tones showed that there was a high chance there were positive emotions between the two which meant further more isolation for Asher.
And independent spirit, she was not happy with her current situation and tapped her heel against the floor, staring ahead of her as she waited for the door to be opened. Curse having locks on the outside, Asher was unhappy with her lack of escape, hoping that she would have been able to get out of here at some point, but knowing that it was highly unlikely that it would happen at all. For all she knew, Lucas was going to kill her for her little…stunt she pulled earlier. God how she hoped it still hurt him.
The unpleasant thought brought a smile to her face as she imagined the pain that her tormenter must have been in and it pleased her. Although, stabbing a heel in someone’s dick is usually frowned upon and Lucas had been pissed, so quite simply, it explained her entire situation as to why she was in the room. |
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Sept 26, 2011 11:50:21 GMT -8
Dick still intact, while certainly swollen from a sharp predicament it had suffered being forced upon itself only hours earlier; Lucas grinned at the response presented by Lisa before teetering onward towards the side room in which he was keeping his captive. He had goals in mind and knowing quite well that he had someone else holding onto his side of things made the game far easier to accomplish that going solo. Then again he wasn't afraid of being alone knowing of course his actions brandished him a victim of his own consequences.
"Excellent, than would you provide me with something?"
A courting grin as his hand buckled around the doorknob snatching the lock free with an audible click before taking a step back and leaving the door askew and trekking his way back to the chair he'd been so fond of.
"Dance for me DANCE MY PUPPETS AHAHAHAHHAHAH!"
His hands would nestle into a closed grip, resting his chin atop the pyramid fixated shape and staring upwards notching towards Asher as well. He'd seen her style, now he wanted to see something else, a bit of teasing and even havoc. |
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Asher LeBeau
Trainee
Am I nothing but a toy to you?
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Sept 27, 2011 4:55:01 GMT -8
Ash watched the door warily, glaring when it was opened and her captor walking away. She could see out and see the two of them clearly and still refused to move from her spot, except maybe to stand wand walk cautiously to the door, leaning on the frame and crossing her arms. Scanning the room, her violet eyes watched the other two, an eyebrow going up immediately at the request, something akin to a sneer crossing her face.
“No,” she said, quite calmly, her voice just this edge of vicious as she stared at him, blatantly unafraid and unwilling to submit. She didn’t care about what he wanted and was instead pleased to note that he preferred to remain sitting. It was a fact for her that she had done damage to him and that alone pleased her immensely as she refused to move from her position.
She knew better than to actually try to run, he was faster than she was and would fight viciously whereas she wasn’t that good of a fighter unless she got a lucky shot in, like she did earlier. Ash was a woman of words and knew exactly which button to push to trigger an upset and angry male, so she just smiled at him instead, her entire posture screaming rebellion against him. It was aggravating enough he’d locked her in a damn room and now was demanding she dance like he owned her and she was some sort of puppet to him.
Ash spared no positive glance to the girl in the room, obviously she was in line with him, so she felt no reason to give her positive attention or even spare a few words with her when it was two on one. It was either that or the other girl had been broken and turned into a pet, something Asher never wanted to be and thus she fought back with everything she could, trying to piss him off as best she could. |
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Lisa "Delacroix"
Trainee
The Countess[M:0]
Pain or pleasure; I'm the master of both.
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Post by Lisa "Delacroix" on Sept 29, 2011 15:57:48 GMT -8
Ooc: ...my turn?
Lisa would nod calmly, though she had been struck with true curiosity. She wasn't quite sure what he wanted especially when he had opened a door... Her eyes would follow him all the way back to the chair. She watched as he stared in the direction of the door so finally she would copy his actions. Her brows furrowed at the sight of another girl. Lisa had not known of her or why she had been locked in a room this whole time...
"No."
Lisa's eyes fell into a sympathetic stare as she then looked to Lukas in panic. She knew how he was and what he would do if she said no... And Lisa was someone he wouldn't dare to kill so she couldn't imagine what he would do to a stranger.
Silence painted across her lips, Lisa would stay in get spot... She would have greeted the girl, but she didn't look too happy to see her... Which could be classified as fair if Lisa had done something to the girl.... Which she hadn't.
So all that there was to do was wait for Lucas.
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