`i'm in the business of misery [raven]

[Jennah Raine Advani]

Too far. They had taken it too far. Jennah could handle teasing from Talia and Raven, that was nothing new. But what she could not handle was being humiliated in the gym. She could not handle her top being taken off and being felt up by a boy that was not her boyfriend. No, that didn't sit well with Wang Cong'er at all. So what was she going to do about it? Well, as most molested girls do, she cried. She cried in Iskander's arms and stayed there until she felt better.

Once she felt better, though, she began to take action. Once a warrior, always a warrior. Jennah would defend and redefine her own honor by any means. She would humiliate and torment her tormenters. She would teach them what happens when you cross Wang Cong'er. Sure, she could easily hunt them down and send them and their respective limbs in separate ambulances to the hospital if she wanted, but Jennah would rather not get authority figures involved. It would just be messy and the idea of going to prison didn't exactly appeal to her. So rather than get adults involved and a thorn in her side in the process, she decided to leave it between her, Talia and Raven. And by the end of today, her score with Raven would be settled. She never did get revenge on him for taking the life of her unborn little girl...

Yes, they had unfinished business.

The cool thing about being a Chinese warrior is that you get all these skills con artists and pick pockets would die for. Jennah could be quite the criminal if she wanted — a real life Catwoman. She flaunted this talent when she stole Natalia Kruske's phone right from her purse — right under the slutty blonde's nose. She also didn't pay for her bus into the lower end of Riverdale. Why would she? She was in the revenge zone. Paying money was too much of a hassle. Instead, when the bus began to take off, she hopped onto the back and hitched a ride that way. Clearly, she'd been playing her boyfriend's copy of Assassin's Creed a little too much...but...whatever. She had the acrobatic skills to pull it off.

She hopped off of the bus when she got close to the redlight block. The buckles on her biker boots clinked with each step she took as she walked towards the strip club. She glanced up at the sign for a split second to assure herself this was the right place before walking right in. She did not stop to talk or even look at anyone as she went in. Her dark eyes were focused on the bar, where a stripper lounged about, taking shots of tequila. Jennah looked her over. She was tall, about 5'10, with a small wait and large breasts and long blonde hair. She looked like the type to strip to get through med school. She could probably use the extra hundred Jennah had in her pocket. Perfect.

Jennah walked up to the bar and sat next to the stripper. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Jennah said, "Hey."

The stripper looked at Jennah, arching a thin eyebrow, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah," Jennah turned to her, "How would you like earning a hundred bucks?"

The stripper gave Jennah a one over and her eyebrow arched even higher. "You don't really look like the type to be into the services I offer," She said, downing the shot the bartender had just poured for her, "Go back home to your letterman boyfriend and let him fuck you."

"No, this isn't for me," Jennah said, "It's a surprise for a friend of mine. C'mon, for a hundred bucks?" She pulled the cash from her pocket and fanned it out in front of the stripper to prove she was not bluffing. Slowly, the promiscuous woman began to smile. "Can't believe I'm doing this but...alright." She agreed, "What do I have to do?"

Jennah grinned maliciously and explained her plan to the hooker. By the time she was finished the two were laughing and smirking to each other. This would work swimmingly. When Jennah was done explaining, she tilted her head a bit and said, "By the way, I'm Jennah. I never got your name..."

"Amber," The stripper said, emptying another shot. She nudged Jennah a bit, "Want anything? It's on me."

Jennah paused for a moment and then said, "Yeah, a shot of vodka, please."

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A few shots later, a mildly dizzy Jennah stumbled into the ally and slumped against the wall, keeping to the shadows. She shook her head a bit, trying to sober herself up enough to handle this situation. She stood straight up again and fished Talia's phone out of her pocket. She fumbled with it for a moment and sent Raven this text:

You've got to get down here. By the strip club. Jennah and Oliver seem to be having a little get away. Bring something to record this with.

She hit the green "send" button and dropped the phone back into her pocket. The plan was now in motion.

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WORD COUNT: 867
OUTFIT: click
LISTENING TO: paramore
COMMENTS: fun fact: i named the hooker after my best friend who has a love for tequila.

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Loose lips sink ships, you can't touch this
What's it to you? Don't let our looks fool you.

Embrace your dreams, embrace your dreams
Protect your honour, defend your pride

The first mistake of Raven’s night started with a text he received from what he thought was Talia. After reading it he raised an eyebrow and sent back ”Jeeze woman. Do you not have anything better to do than stalk them? Whatever, I’ll be there in a bit.” Honestly he currently was convinced it was Talia trying to take things a little further again, then again if she found Oliver and Jennah to begin with in a sketchy part of town together what did that say about them? Something about that was weird though, why the hell had they freaked out so much then? Well, probably because they didn’t like their ‘relationship’ being out or something. He doubted they had one, after all it was just teasing but this was possible actual proof that Jennah could be a cheating whore. This would just put her on his list of people he was going to avoid too much physical contact with…though he typically had no physical contact with her anyway so it should be no issue. Why the strip club though? Talia of all people had to know that was a bad idea from the start, just being around that many skanks already would have him riding on the edge. Sure if he was determined enough to do so he could handle contact without too much issue, but he was feeling relatively on the line of insanity as it was. That, would be why he had been walking around town to begin with. He wasn’t about to drive to a shady part of town either, seeing as he did rather like his car.

This left him with the annoying task of either walking there or hopping on the bus to get there. Neither of these sounded all that appealing mostly because buses had people on them, especially at this hour who knows what kind of people were on them, and because it was a pretty decent walk. Thus he decided to drive most of the way there. He did actually walk the last few blocks though hoping that if he cleared his head enough it wouldn’t drive him insane to be near a strip club. Besides, as long as the strippers did not try to hug him or something he should be fine right? Yeah, he had enough control over himself to be around them, just not to be in contact with them. He was friends with Evie and Talia after all. Really, that didn’t make much sense considering they were both pretty easy to sleep with, but whatever he dealt with them in small doses thus he managed. Otherwise he probably wouldn’t be able to be friends with them. How did it work out that he ended up friends with whores anyway? You know the type of people he murdered in his last life? Maybe hated being sane secretly somewhere deep down. Or maybe he just wanted to spite his past self in a way that made him cringe. Show Jack that he had far more control than he ever had, but that probably wasn’t exactly true. He knew for a fact he had lost it far more often than Jack ever had in his lifetime, but that was probably because he didn’t need years of torment to go insane he just was. The insanity was what kept him from talking to a lot of people, and it left him with very few friends. It also left him a tad bit broken on the inside. His sense of humor was so warped at this point it was more sadistic than anything. He could blame it all on the insanity, but where was the fun in that? He was just born that way.

Sure the fact that his parents didn’t care to pay attention to him helped quite a bit with that, but still he wanted possibly to show he could handle himself without going insane around a whore. Yeah, he probably wasn’t going to win that battle, which was exactly why he was smoking as he walked over to the club. Now, where the fuck was Talia anyway? Obviously she was probably hiding out of site so that Jennah and Oliver didn’t see her, but she gave no specifics really so how was he supposed to know where they were or where she was to begin with? That seemed like poor planning right there, and besides couldn’t her phone just record video and she could show him later or something? Seriously this just seemed like a waste of time to him, but he was here because Talia had asked and no other reason. He was surprisingly loyal to his friends, but anyone else and they were definitely screwed. Seeing as he was notorious for being a complete jerk to anyone he wasn’t friends with. Another reason he was doing this, he just didn’t like Jennah or Oliver. Oliver especially irked him for some reason and he categorized the boy in the same way that he did a common whore for some reason. He was going to blame the psychotic episode he experienced in London for that one because it only made sense in insane logic, which did not make sense to begin with thus it worked. Now, should he send Talia a message asking her where she was, or should he just wander around with a hat over his face until he found her? Decisions decisions. What to do what to do? He finally settled for a text. ”Where the hell are you anyway? I’m here.” he sent with a bit of a sigh as he leaned against the outside wall of the strip club. Now all he had to do was wait for her to receive it and then they could get things rolling. He still found this rather pointless at this moment, but he supposed Talia probably had a good reason for dragging him down here, or at least he hoped so. Seeing as she of all people should know how irked he would be if she was just wasting time he could be spending on other things.

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words: 1040
tag: TINA :3 Jennah~
note: raven...wtf.
lyrics: The Untouchables - Blood on the Dancefloor

[Jennah Raine Advani]

She couldn't help but smirk to herself. Everything was going perfectly. Raven was coming to join "Talia"; he fell for it. Honestly, she couldn't believe he did. Even if Talia was a bitch, she had better thing to do than stalk Jennah and Oliver. Also, Talia would know better than to call Raven down to the red light district. That's like prodding a bull with a poker. It's not a wise thing to do, no matter what the reason. Unless that reason was revenge, obviously. Then this was perfectly acceptable. Besides, should he attack, Jennah was pretty should she could take him...despite the alcohol in her system and making her tipsy.

Talia's phone lit up in her hand as Raven's text was message was received. Jennah checked, the blue phone light casting sinister shadows over the warrior's face. She smirked more and texted back simply saying to him "I'm here. Hang on. I'll come to you."

She thought about shoving the phone back into her pocket, but decided ultimately to keep it on her hand to see if she could use the device to taunt Raven with. She took a deep breath. She knew that if Raven lost control...this could be dangerous to both her and her stripper accomplice. Jennah was at an advantage since she doubted Raven was armed and she didn't need weapons to fight, but he was unpredictable and insane. There was no telling what he might do if he lost himself to insanity.

...But if it meant revenge, she was willing to take that chance. Jennah Advani was a lot of things. She was a Chinese warrior. She was a reincarnite. She was an acrobat. She was a dancer. She was the girlfriend of a sultan. She was a kung fu master. She was a hero. She was a rebel. Jennah had played many roles but now she was going to take on one she had never been. Jennah was about to become the evil villain.

She stepped forward from her place in the shadows of the alley, her hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. "Hello, Raven," She said cooly as she emerged from the shadows. There was a smile on her face, but it was anything but friendly. She pulled Talia's phone from her pocket and showed it to Raven, revealing the true identity of the texter. She took a step closer to him. If he should run, she'd easily catch and keep him at his distance. "So good of you to come down here with me."

She looked to the alley way and then back at Raven, her smile still falsely sweet. She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear and titled her head a bit, her dark eyes connected with his blues as she said to him, "Why don't you come for a walk with me?"

Yes, sheep. Follow the shepherd to the slaughterhouse.

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WORD COUNT: i decided against counting my words because this sucked so hard
LISTENING TO: sleeping with sirens
COMMENTS: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER.

[Raven Spencer Kass]

Loose lips sink ships, you can't touch this
What's it to you? Don't let our looks fool you.

Embrace your dreams, embrace your dreams
Protect your honour, defend your pride

Raven definitely wasn’t looking forward to this trip in the red light district. Yeah, it was on his list of least favorite things to do honestly. Sure he liked to prove to his past self he had more control now than then, but this was taking it a little far. Why had he even agreed to come down here? Seemed like a serious lapse in judgment on his part, but nothing he could do about it now being that he was almost there. The only problem was though that he was not going to be meeting who he was expecting, and hell even meeting who he was expecting in this area seemed like a bad plan. Talia wasn’t exactly the most virtuous girl on the planet after all, quite the opposite really. Thus, why he could not spend too much time with her or else he would start to become a little insane. Well, he was always a little insane, it was just that he became a little more insane. Especially if she was all over Carter or sometimes the way she spoke could set him off a bit. It really was a delicate balance that he walked on and currently he felt like he was walking his way off a cliff. Well, at least he was starting to, the sight of a few sluttier girls hadn’t set him off yet but it was bound to start doing so soon enough. Thus he had sent the girl a message to hopefully speed up the process of finding her. Seemed she was going to come find him though so that problem was mostly solved. He waited for a few moments and then just raised an eyebrow at who had appeared. Well, it did seem Jennah was here, and so it was entirely possible that he blew all of Talia’s plans right there. The minute she started talking though things changed a bit.

What, on Earth, could the girl possibly be thinking? What was she going to do? Possibly try and jump him in the red light district. That would not end well; even if she could typically take him it was hard to fight someone who was unpredictable and insane from their surroundings. Any warrior should have known that being that they typically gauge their opponents for hints of what they were going to do next right? Anyway though he was pretty much perpetually armed being that he carried at least one knife around with him, especially considering the part of town they were in. So while that may not worry her, it did keep him slightly calmer knowing that he might have a vague advantage with that little detail. He could see Talia’s phone in her hand as well and rolled his eyes. ”Well aren’t you clever you can send fake texts from a phone that’s so smart of you to do. I wonder what Talia is going to say when she discovers you took her phone. I can’t imagine she’ll be pleased, and maybe she’ll even try and get you in legal trouble for technically stealing.” he noted with a raised eyebrow. He wondered idly if the girl had even thought all of this through. She was up against someone who was definitely hard to faze. If she was planning on getting a sort of revenge on him he wondered what she would even do. There was definitely not much that bothered Raven, so she would have had to of thought this one out well enough or else it would be pointless. Though, he had to say, this location definitely bothered him quite a bit being that it was quite similar to his old murdering grounds. The layout was completely different, but the concept was the same, and that was starting to get to him a bit. He wasn’t about to let that show though.

He just blinked at her when she asked him to walk with her. Now, why should he do that? ”Why?” he asked with a raised eyebrow at the shorter circus girl in front of him. After all he did not like having no reason for doing things. Seemed weird for her to walk with him, and he was definitely feeling a bit paranoid at the moment. What was it that she could possibly even want with him anyway? Ah well, he decided he was going to see where this was going before he decided how to deal with it, and thus he walked over to her. ”Fine, where to?” he asked her simply. He had enough distance between them that he could dodge out of arms reach if he needed to, but otherwise he looked like he just didn’t care, and honestly he couldn’t say that he did care. He just wanted to get this weird incident over with and find something better to do with his time.

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words: 814
tag: TINA :3 Jennah~
note: -fluffs raven- Don't trust a hoe~
lyrics: The Untouchables - Blood on the Dancefloor