Ace Moore

[ooc; What you're currently seeing, boys and girls, is a blank space of unquantified, indescribable, rarest of rare, moment of SATISFACTION CONTENT FULFILLMENT. That will no doubt make the Sin sick to the stomach once it passes, but that's then and here's now.]

Mister Ace Moore is not in the building today.

Take all your false and hopeless entrepreneurial ideas and shove them up your ass, file for unemployment, and become desperate enough to steal diamonds for your family.

If someone gets the Hope Diamond, then we'll talk.

Otherwise, fuck off.

( Envy )

What the fuck is there to be care-free about?


( Mona )

( Private )

I understand there are things that I can use to post this advertisement, but I've found that posts with even the most insignificant bullshit still have found some feedback. That's beyond my comprehension of logic, and I've no time to really figure that one out, but let's just say that it's easier if I advertise here.

With that said, who wants to rent out a Duke of Hell for a night?

Price is negotiable, although I'll accept nothing but cash. No credits, unless I'm familiar with you.

I'm getting tired of having to deal with bickering, so I might as well make some profits from it. Anyone who is interested has my word that said Duke will participate in any activity, 100%.

To all of you Christian-haters idiots, this might be your lucky chance.

( Mona )

Not sure if this is a new sort of punishment set up by Ace, but going to Cancun to find someone named Nybras actually turned out to be a nice vacation.

Hell, I would've stayed there with that kid if I didn't care about someone throwing another fit and something about "Hell Kings". I don't fucking know what that meant, but knowing the type of company Ace keeps around, I really don't want to know.

Anyways, found him. Felt kind of sorry for the bastard Hell knows, I've got a lot to relate to him but dropped him off at Ms. Vale's residence, all the same.

Now he's got me looking for evening gowns, for fuck knows what.

Do I look like I know a damn thing about ballgowns and the like?

Christ.

Well. For he was a jolly good fellow, and all that good shit.

Sympathies for the starlets he had left behind, though, I heard they truly had potential. Such a pity. Such a waste.

Back to business. I've been informed that my assistant had changed almost all of the furniture in the office except for the Karges desk, which he knows I will have him dismembered for, if touched.

One could only imagine what's he done to involve such lavish cover-up. Then again, one would only have to put two and two together, when my ex-secretary is off on maternity leave.

Bloody rabbits, they are. Again - waste of beauty and talent.

As for anything else, I'm sure the FDIC is more than happy to refund the most esteemed Mr. Moore for having reported a case of theft that occurred in most of his offshore accounts. There also seems to have been a warrant placed out for one supposedly Vice President of an Exxon-Mobile branch in Texas.

The IRS aren't very happy. Needless to say, we both dislike greedy bitches that have it coming to them.

( Raum )

( Sent to Elaine Julia in a velvet lined box )

( Raum )

( Lucifer )

Look, I know you called me.

[mutters]

Didn't recognize who the Hell it was because you sounded different, like there was som--anyways, you hung up before I could ask.

So. I'm calling back.

[under breath]

Fucking voicemail.

Change of plans. Might be living off tequila for longer than I thought.

Have to keep moving. Have to keep moving.


( Raum )

( Mona )

( Jack )

Fuck Thailand.

Fuck being good.

I need a fucking pack mule at this rate.

( Nybras )

Jumping on the bandwagon so I don't feel like a freeloader with all mah requests.

Prompts regarding any character, be it pairings, narrative, smut, friends, etc. etc. and anything are welcome! (Crack ones are most welcome ♥)

List includes: Nike (NPC: Secretary, Jared), Aphrodite, Zephyrus, Bonnie Parker, Industrial Warfare, Jo Westwick (mortal), Susano'o, Remiel, Michael, Greed (NPC: Jack)

Aand from what was asked of from before (still working on the others, luv <3):

( Ame no Uzume / Susano'o - all work no play )

( Eve/Michael - sweet surrender )

[private from Ace]

Asshole. Can't even enjoy sitting in his seat without being plagued with a to-do list from the secretary - underaged and blonde, thank God for small mercies - which has profiling Bank of America reappointees and AIG's new head honcho.

I've gotten texts of "pick up the dry cleaning" and "return Miss X's lacy underwear with a diamond bracelet from Tiffany's" from him before, but "take over New York"?

Frankly, I think it's some plan to bite me in my ass again when all's said and done.

God knows where he's gone and for how long, but there isn't a deadline for these things and that's all that matters.

Better start with introducing myself with Miss Secretary.

When a drunken demon tumor starts to make sense--it's time to get the fuck out of wherever you are and get back to work.

I'm sorry to say that the Bellagio might never be in the same condition again and the next visit would only have to wait until Vegas stocks itself up with at least a 75% of her original alcohol availability.

Seems like recently, every fucking thing has lost it's shine.

( Text to Nybras )

( Phone Conversation; Early Wednesday Morning )

[hisses under breath, when phone goes to voicemail]

Lust, pick up, damn you!

Look, it's been a fucking week. Pick up or your privacy will mean shit to me in the next two hours.

( It's easier to write when I have a deadline. )

Mother Mom Maternal Unit

Oh, fuck this--

Eve.

I need to speak with you.

Dear Lucy,

Next time, do us all a big damn favor and pick someone your own sparkly size. No doubt, you probably got a hard-on from torturing my Sister like you did, but if you wanted to play big man on campus, I would have been more than obligated to send you a case of fine champagne and some professional call girls.

Though if you had looked up long enough from watching how big your dick could grow, you would have noticed that a certain Duke of yours is in deep shit and has lost a potential contract with yours truly.

Don't bother trying to contact me, I want nothing to do with you unless you want to take up the call-girl offer.

You're welcome.

-- Greed

( Voicemail to Mona )

( Seth )

( Aurora )

Twenty-five minutes left.

How's the whiskey working for you, Raum?