MadameX Posted August 21, 2015 Share Posted August 21, 2015 Tooru Momosachi 27 years of age 6ft. 2 in. tall A- blood type 175 lbs. Brown hair Dark brown eyes Enjoys pornography, alcohol, prescription drugs, prostitutes (both male and female) and cheesecake. Can not tolerate liars, cheats, religion and politics. Born into a low class family, Tooru was shipped off to the U.S. after his father was killed during a robbery on his way home from work one night. His mother, who was unable to care for the boy on her own sent him to her brother in the states. He got the best education possible, graduating from high school as a straight A student and was accepted into UC Berkley. Tooru earned a degree in Psychology, which turned out to be a waste. A year after graduating collage, he was introduced into the underground world of drug dealing with promises of money and power. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kulric Posted August 21, 2015 Share Posted August 21, 2015 Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links. Carter Allen 22 years old Hair color is dark brown Eye color is a pale sea foam green Height: 5'9in Blood Type: O Enjoys sex, getting high on dope, video games, working at the coffee shop, and dogs. Hates snobs and people who are very rational minded unless it's for a good reason Bio: Carter grew up in a very loving family in New York City for his whole life. He got into marijuana when he was about fourteen from his uncle, Patrick. He often used it and finally when he was 18 he graduated from High school and went on to start working at a coffee shop. He's worked there ever since, making money so he can buy his weed and relax all he wants in his apartment. He lives with his best friend Tony and together they pay rent and play video games all day, except for when Carter needs to get outside for a bit. Carter keeps in touch with his parts and loves his family home in which he has a dog named Sammy, whom he adores. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kulric Posted October 7, 2015 Share Posted October 7, 2015 Carter ran as fast as he could home. Tony had just bought a new Xbox game and customized controller. He grinned and skidded to a halt outside of the apartment and buzzed the monitor. "Hey, asswipe let me in!" He said excitedly. "Use the fuckin' key, man!" "Fuck you just let me in!" Carter growled and there was a sigh then the buzzer rang. Carter flew in and ran the stairs four at a time and finally got to room 6 and went in. The whole house reeked of reefer. It was cloudy as hell and four guys were sitting around the tv with controllers and mics on. "Hey Keaf, Peter. Hey Joey!" He waved at them all. Tony was a sandy blonde haired surfer cut guy that was so skinny you could scratch yourself on his ribs. He wasn't paying attention to Carter coming in and he was sticking his tongue out as he pressed the controller buttons. "You started without me?" Carter whined a bit and sat down on the lumpy couch. "Fuck man you took forever!" Joey smirked, inhaling deep from a glass pipe. Carter noted it was HIS Cheshire cat glass pipe. He frowned a bit but then just let it go. "I was working." "Oh man, fuck workin'!" Keaf waved him off. "Fuckin' shit man, you almost killed me." Peter chuckled. Carter rolled his eyes. His friends were idiots but it was all he had besides his mom and dad... and Sammy of course. He had a picture of his golden retriever on the shelf above the huge flatscreen tv. He was in the picture as well. Only ten when she had come to the family as a puppy. "Hey man check this out. It's Adrenaline Rush." He handed Carter the pipe. Carter took it and lit it up, inhaling the smoke hard.. and immediately coughed it out. Carter was a pro smoker, so this was knew. "Fuck man! That shit is strong!" "Got it from some guy out in the ally by the Pussy." 'Pussy' was actually called Pussycat. It was a strip club just down the road from where they lived. Soon enough, Carter was on cloud 9. He laid back and took the high, eyes dilated. He sighed happily, feeling at peace... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadameX Posted October 7, 2015 Author Share Posted October 7, 2015 The smell of expensive liquor and cheap perfume filled the air around Tooru. As he sit in a dark corner of the well known Pussycat Strip Club, which he was co owner of, his eyes kept scanning the faces of the patrons. Not just anybody was allow into the establishment. The ice in his glass shifted, distracting him for a moment. Condensation drips down the outside of the glass and onto the table. Out of the corner of his eye, a man is seen walking up towards Tooru. "Mr. Momosachi" the man says in a deep yet soothing voice. Tooru didn't need to look the man in the face to identify who he was. "Well, well. If it isn't Mr. Hama" he replies with a hint of sarcasm. "What brings you here?" Mr. Hama, better known as Michael, was the nephew of Mr. Sachagucci who was the other owner of Pussycat. Michael likes to frequent the club, looking for a way into the family business by kissing the asses of the owners by doing odd end jobs. Tooru looks up at Michael and lets out a sigh. "Let me guess. You are looking for something to do?" Michael lets a smile cross his lips and nods. "I was hoping you had some more of that weed for me to sell. Seems like the customers love this new strand." Looking into the face of the youngster, Tooru pats the boy's cheek roughly before getting up out of his seat. Brushing past Michael, he heads towards the backdoor of the club. The security guard standing at the door bows and opens the door for Tooru. He steps out into the cool night air and takes a glance at the star filled sky above. Tooru exhales slowly and heads towards his black and chrome Porsche parked about 50 feet away from the door. Stepping up to the trunk, he pops it open using the remote on his key ring. "I hope this makes that little fucker happy" he mumbles to himself as his hand reaches into the trunk and pulls out a couple of gallon sized zip locks full of marijuana. Tooru slams the trunk shut and turns around to find Michael standing right behind him. the idiot boy smiles big as his eyes lock onto the bags. "Here" Tooru says, shoving the bags into the arms and chest of Michael. "These should hold you over for a few days." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kulric Posted October 7, 2015 Share Posted October 7, 2015 Eventually, Carter wanted to go dance. It was common for him to get high and then go outside. He loved the weather at night and was up for most of it anyway. He slept during the daytime. Taking one last hit, Carter walked out of his apartment wearing a leather jacket that hugged his slender yet slightly toned frame. He had a black tanktop underneath and black skinny jeans with a studded belt. He ran a hand through his dark brown hair and saw the hot pink lights of the Pussycat just up ahead. Tonight it would be packed. And he was going to get laid. Within five minutes Carter got into the line to get into the club. He chewed his bottom lip and waited a good hour before he finally came up to the front. He showed the guard his ID, and was let in. "Welcome back, Carter." The security guard, named Mitch said with a smirk. Carter grinned at him and winked. Girls swooned as he walked by. He had no idea how he was that good looking. He was just average it seemed. Then again his mother swooned over him too. "Just like your father!" She'd squeal. Carter chuckled as he pushed past some dancers, staggering a bit from the lights reflecting his high. His head spun. The music was loud and he could feel the pulse on the tile floor. Each step someone took a tile would change to a different color. Mostly pinks and reds. He finally got to the bar and ordered a white Russian. He winked at Stephan, the bartender. He knew him from about a year ago. They met at the Pussycat just a year ago. They had a fling every once in a while, but otherwise Carter stayed out of the drama of the club. As he waited for his drink, he turned around and rested his arms on the bar, searching the area for someone to sleep with. He just wanted to take in all his high tonight.. and boy was it strong. His eyes were bloodshot to all hell but with all the lights and strobes, no one would notice. That Adrenaline Rush was fucking awesome. He grinned stupidly to himself as he thought about it. His drink came, and he downed it in one go then rushed off into the dancing crowd and grabbed onto a dominatrix looking chick's hips and swayed back and forth. She immediately responded and put her hands on his shoulders, giving him a coy look. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MadameX Posted October 7, 2015 Author Share Posted October 7, 2015 Watching the happy Michael walk off into the night, Tooru reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small little vile filled with cocaine, unscrews the cap and places it to his left nostril. He then covers the other nostril with a finger from his free hand and inhales deep and hard, snorting all the snow white powder from within the vile. A sinister smile appears on his face as he drops the empty little container onto the ground. A sudden chill runs up his spine, as the drug begins to enter his system. Tooru licks his lips and walks up to the back door, knocks three times and enters back into the club. The door closes behind him and a rush of heat hits his face. He makes his way across the dance floor, with the movement of bodies plus the color-changing lights and tiles playing tricks on his mind. A couple of women eye him up and down and make their best attempts to gain his attention by grinding up on him as they dance. Tooru smiles at them, kisses their cheeks but continues to make his way through the club. He looks towards the bar and decides to have a drink or two before heading to his office upstairs. Just a few feet more and he would be free from the crowd, when suddenly a woman slams into him and almost falls to the ground. She looked like the kind of woman that has dominated a few men, and possibly a few women as well, in her lifetime. He catches her and stands her back on her feet. She thanks him, though her words were lost under the sound of the music. As she turns away, Tooru notices the person she was dancing with. The guy, who was considerably attractive, was not new to the club. Yet, Tooru never really paid attention to the details of the guy's looks. Maybe it was his high, which was in full force now. Or maybe it was the lighting. Whatever may be the cause, it had the man stuck. He watched the two dance, keeping his eyes on the male's hips. Never has this happened to him before. Watching...a guy? Unable to move his eyes from A GUY'S movements. Tooru runs his hand through his hair and quickly rushes off the dance floor to the bar. "Hey Mr. Momosachi! What can I get you?" Stephen asks eagerly. Letting out a sigh and hanging his head, Tooru answers "A shot of Fireball and a Heineken." Stephen nods and proceeds to filling Tooru's demand. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kulric Posted October 7, 2015 Share Posted October 7, 2015 Carter's eyes were like emeralds in the lighting. He pulsed with the music, swaying his hips back and forth, part of his leather jacket rising up to reveal his v-line a bit. His tank top was already tight to his form, his pants snug against his hips. He was just about to whirl her around when a man bumped into her and sent the girl to the floor almost. But he caught her. Carter paused in his dancing and stared at him, his eyes meeting the stranger's. He flushed a bit, but it was hidden in the lighting. But he smirked and grabbed the girl's hips again and ground against her slowly, arching his back and therefore his hips. He looked at the man and kept his smirk, and winked. He watched the man go, then just managed to hear Stephan call out 'Mr. Momosachi'. Carter's eyes widened. No way.. THE Momosachi? the co-owner of the club!? He could've squealed. This was ... amazing. This had to be the moment he got deeper into the world of the Pussycat. He excused himself from his lady friend and approached the bar, but instead of going right to the guy he sat down on the stool and ordered a shot. He downed it as soon as Stephan could get to him, after having giving Momosachi his own drink. Another shot and Carter was ready for action. But.. he didn't move. Even with his buzz and high he ... felt almost inferior. For the first time in his life, he felt SHY. He was nervous he knew it, but he didn't care about that. What he cared about was this man was important. Maybe just meeting him would get him in the higher ups of the club. Not that he really cared for popularity, but it was nice when you could do what you want in a place... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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