Waking up in Vegas?! (Chalivia, Uriana, Delvid)

[Uriel Camael Mikhail]

"So you want the Hexcopter, full with civilian leisure and the luxury department on tact delivered at your location right now?" Asked a female voice. in front of the mirage rainbow like screen in front of Uriel, who in turn was clad with a gray suit, sitting down on his bunk at the Athena cabin. The woman on the mirage looked Elvish, and she looked like she didn;t liked Uriel. Most didn't, anyways. And behind her was some sort of banner with a red mark. Uriel nodded, as if agreeing. The woman shrugged and forced a smile before speaking again. "Alright. The Mortals don't really appreciate it when you change the reservation. But whatever. It'll be a bit on your side. Two hundred fifty thousand dollars on your side for the whole trip considering you pushed through some of the early reservation in the Bellagio Villa." She sounded expatriated. As if she'd be the one paying for all of this.

He just waved his hand, As if dismissing her. She angrily glared at him before turning on her computer chair. Switching to the other desk where a phone was. She dialed a number and placed it on her ear before speaking. "Yes Miss Clyde. No it's not---No Miss, please understand that---How much? Well he said he'll pay Two Hundred Fifty Thousan---What?" Uriel could hear the uncertainty in her voice. And that was enough for Uriel to make a move. This was all a game. Who can spend more money to achieve something, wins. Or who can outwit the other individual. A game he really found easy to play. He may not be much of a leader; he was more of a soldier in the field. A worker rather than the manager. He'd much rather earn his living using his own hands, not by lifting a single finger and having other people do it for him. He was well off and wealthy because of his own hand. Actually, his own pistol. he started off in a wealthy family, then he was thrown to die, in a hell of a training camp. Stripped off his childhood and that bs. then came the high targets, he ransacked their bank accounts and all that bullcrap. he didn't like talking about it.

"Double the amount. I want the trip secured and safe from other prying hands. " Uriel hissed out and the woman, as if contemplating a dangerous decision replied, her elvish face paling "Mr. Mikhail.... are you sure? Five hundred thousand?" Uriel glared at her, which was enough to make her sigh and speak back onto the phone. "You heard the man...Yes Miss Clyde, okay. Okay. Thank you." And she finally hang the phone down. Averting her seat as well as her gaze at Uriel. She just shook her head after some moments of silence. As if not believing Uriel. She checked something on her computer and spoke "All right. An Audi SUV will pick you up from the coordinates you sent and will set your party to the nearest airfield. Your jet will be waiting. I must say though, the crew aren't well too happy in being re-deployed at such an urgent notice. And they don't appreciate working in a Private Plane as well. Why don't you hire personnel for your own Private Jet? Would've saved you a pretty penny."

Uriel's brow raised. Well, that isn't any of her business. He looked at her with now regard. "None of your business, Comstock." And his voice did not betray. It sounded nonchalant. Uncaring if he offended her. The thing is, he didn't. Uriel couldn't give less of a damn about what she thought. But the other thing is; he never got personnel because he never used the plane up until now. he actually received it from one of his jobs. A Mafia Lord who was all around wealthy needed to be killed. And when he complied to, he took all of his assets, including the plane; which was apparently one luxurious jet that was used to cater his flight needs. Naturally, Uriel was going to liquify it and send it of as his asset, but his handler forced him not too. Saying that it would be a good cover up. But ever since then he had not lay a look on that plane. And, a few calls the previous day, the plane was piloted down in Teterboro for use. Quite beautiful the plane is. However, he wasn't planning on letting them know. Except maybe King, he trusted her. Hades, he trusted her with his whole life. He won't tell her that. Mikhail was too stubborn to tell his own woman how much he trusted her.

Mikhail liked calling her that, his woman. These past few days have been relentless really. It was all them. Make out sessions behind his cabins, talking and all that things this twisted little asshole never experienced in his nineteen years of life. He just wondered what would happen if she finally realized how twisted and demented he was. Then again, she knows what he does for a living. Or rather, for more wealth. Damn that woman for not hating him. And loving him as well, he wondered what she saw in him. but that was another thought as now, Miss Comstock looked offended, and she sighed "Very well Mr. Mikhail. Safe trip in Vegas, oh, and good luck." Before the mist shimmered and she was gone. Alright. He stood up, his blonde hair in a mess. He didn't bother fixing it. After all, what good would it do? he just looked on to his mirror, looking at himself. Okay, just a few details. Slowly, he reached over to the drawer, opening it and bringing out his silver pendant, which had an owl with outstretched wings and diamonds spread on the wings. The pendant itself was in the shape of chains of diamonds. Placing them on, Uriel blinked and shouted. Crap. he haven't alerted his siblings yet.

"DELAAAAAAAAAAAA! CHAAAAAAAAAAAASEEE! HURRY UP! OUR RIDE'S COMING!" Lies really. Not due till some few minutes. And he was preparing ever since he woke up. Uriel was like that; so he could make some adjustments before going in. He didn't even know why he let them come; Mikhail wanted it to be a private weekday for them both. But of course, she had to suggest these absurd plans about these other people coming. He could tolerate Olivia and Chase, sure. But Dela and this David dude...why? Was this woman out of her mind? Uriel loved Lana, no doubt. but bringing her ex for a possible intimate week for them both was just well, crazy. but hey, she was his boss. Got him right under her arm. Made him shiver actually. No one in the right mind would try to contain Mikhail in their sphere of influence, but she found another way. She kept him locked right inside her heart. Charming. Away from the thought, Uriel grabbed his suit case, which was on his bunk, placing it on the drawer before twisting the adjustment code. Slowly, it opened; revealing...

Nothing but some his clothes. Really. he could've bought some at Vegas, and Uriel spent his money like a cow on steroids. This was very unlike of the wolfish blonde. Actually, this suitcase was not packed today. It was packed years ago. he never used it; he packed it so he wouldn't pack if he would go on a vacation. And he never did. He remembered that day; his handler urging him to take a vacation after he murdered two targets with one shot and earned himself a good million. Then, he planned to actually. he packed and all that; but people needed killing. His vacation was postponed and postponed and postponed up until today. Where it was too overdue. Evidently, he started rummaging through the neatly folded clothes, lifting them in one whole pull, and on the backside, it revealed a suppressed Ruger MKII, and black leather straps with syringe filled with golden liquids inside. And yes, he needed to be armed for the trip. Armed and dangerous.

He lifted his dusty Ruger MKII off the case and slowly cleaned it with a small wet cloth. After he was done, he placed it back under the folded clothes, before taking the leather straps. Uriel examined them. Still okay. Hmm. Good. And slowly, he pulled the sleeves of both his suit, before strapping the leather on his forearm. And he smiled. Contented. The needle of the syringe was sticking out. And with a shake of his fist, it shot out, the needle pointed out. Dripping with venom. And when he shook his arm back, it shot back Secured in place. He liked to be hiddenly armed. Although he preferred going head to head. Stealth was a factor. And he slammed the attache case back. Locking it in place before grabbing his aviators, and putting them on. Sharply dressed, Mikhail. With a wink to himself; he headed out. To the Minor Gods cabin, to fetch his woman and her er...former beau, if he could call him that.

[Lana King]

Blush. Eyeshadow. Slight lip gloss. Lana had been up since the earlier hours this morning. She could hear people in her cabin grumbling about her taking up the bathroom for this long. But she just rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for them. At least not now. She still had a lot of preparing to do. Even though she had been up early, the first thing she had done was packed. After all, she didn't know what time they were leaving and if she didn't finish getting ready here, she always could finish on the ride to the plane or the plane itself. And now a suitcase sat on her bed. Inside were dresses, jeans, PJs, makeup, pills, and everything else one needed for a week out in Vegas.

Vegas. She was actually going there. With her boyfriend! And his brother and his brothers girlfriend. With Uriel's sister and his sisters boyfriend who happened to be David. Originally it had been just the two of them, Lana and Uriel that is. Then Lana had opened her mouth about taking Chase and Olivia. They were such a sweet couple but hadn't been able to spend a lot of time together lately. So Lana had asked Uriel if they could join. Of course, since she had asked him so kindly he had of course accepted. Then she realized his sister was going out with David. She still cared for that boy, though as a friend now. So she felt obliged to have to know his girlfriend. Since she was the sister to Uriel it shouldn't have been too bad. So she had asked him. He had looked unsure, but still said yes.

She laughed to herself. She loved him so much, and loved how eager he was to please. But wasn't that what happened when a guy loved you? Although, it was a bit odd. Did he think she was going to leave him or something so he had to make sure that she was happy so that she didn't? She shook her head, now she was just confusing herself. He said he wanted to give her the world. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She didn't need the world. She just needed him. She loved him. She told him that more than once. Countless times really. All those times after those snuck make out sessions. The nights spent sleeping together. A faint blush crept to her neck. She was sure glad she was on the pill. All their secret getaways. And now this. A trip to Vegas. Where they would share a room together. Where she could have a girls day with the other two girls and go shopping. Hit the Strip. Then the casinos.

She knew she couldn't pass for 21. Maybe with a crap ton of makeup, but it would still be hard. Plus, she didn't have a fake ID. Vaguely she wondered if Uriel would be able to get her one. He could do pretty much anything, her man. A smile crept into her face as she finished the final touches to her face. Her hair had dried slightly from her shower. So now she went to that. She grabbed the straightener and started to straighten it. As she looked at herself doing that, she noticed she looked slightly older with it straight. Maybe that was what she ought to do.

Once her hair was completely straightened, she looked at herself once more in the mirror. She looked great. She was happy. She was joyous. Hell she was even giddy slightly. Her eyes fell on the light pink dress that hung on a rack. So she wasn't an Aphrodite kid. Didn't mean that she didn't like the color in small and light amounts. It made her skin look healthy when she wore the light color. She wasn't going to over do the pink either. Some silver heels and silver accessories and she would look the perfect Vegas person.

She slipped on the necklace Uriel had given her on their very first date. The one on the thin silver chain that had an owl an a cat. A symbol of both of their parents. He called her Tiger. Though their were countless times that she had said her mom was visioned by a lion. Or a black mischievous cat. The lion stood for war, disease, protection, and violence. The black cat with its almost Cheshire like smile and the silver hooped earring stood for maternal love, the home, physical, emotional, and spiritual nourishment. They were her mom. Two sides of the same coin. To prove this her earrings went with that.

The right hooped earring held a black cat with one paw draped over the edge. The left held a lioness with a paw draped over the edge. She pushed her hair back so that it framed her face and her earrings were visible. Slipping on the dress, she headed out of the bathroom allowing whoever needed to come in to do so. She walked over to her bed looking at her rings. Which one? Her eyes sparkled with fondness as she plucked a simple silver band out of all the rings. It was given to her by someone very special in her life. Inscribed on it in cursive were the words: To my baby girl. May you always follow your heart. The inside were two more words: Love, Dad She placed it on her right ring finger.

Turning to glance at herself in the mirror she gave a smile. She looked all professional, yet cute and older in her attire. She quickly went through her bag again, making sure that everything she needed was there. There were dresses for pretty much every scene. Not to mention some jeans and other cute blouses. She had a couple skirts and tank tops. Some shorts and her swim wear. Mainly just bikinis. She didn't particularly like one pieces. But she would wear board shorts. And let's not forget the bras and undies that also coordinated with her clothes. There was still more room in her suitcase though.

She had plans. Plans that involved a lot of shopping which meant that extra space was needed. She had another small bag that held some heels, some sneakers, and some flip flops as well. Satisfied, she perched on the edge on the bed and started flipping through a book that held information about Vegas. She had snatched it from someone in her cabin. They had said she could borrow it and she didn't know when she would be able to return it. And then she jumped up. Pjs! She had almost forgot her night clothes.

Quickly she ran over to her dresser and grabbed the first night clothes she could find. Which turned out to be some short short bottoms and a semi-form fitting loose shirt. She threw those into her bag and zipped it up and rolled it over to the door, throwing the small bag full of shoes on top of it. Happy with everything and now just waiting on Uriel to give the okay that everything was ready, she turned to the cabin to say goodbye to some of her friends that would want her to say something.

A few minutes later, she heard someone start walking onto the steps. She knew that gait and that walk. With a grin, she basically ran to the door. As she neared it, his scent hit her. It was more of an assurance as she opened the door and basically flew into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she gave him a quick peck on the lips. With a grin she put her feet back on the ground. "So if you are here, and all dressed up,"

[/b] she took a step back to look at him in his gray suit. It brought out his eye color and the gray and light pink that she wore went well together. "Pretty handsomely might I add. Then that means that we are probably leaving soon right?"

Not even hesitating for a moment, just sort of knowing she was right, she leaned back inside the cabin for a minute. "David! You better get out here and get Dela before she walks out by herself!" She gave a sigh and turned back to Uriel with a smile. "Now I'm ready. Let me just grab my stuff." She had just drug her bags out onto the porch when her eyes opened slightly wider. Quickly she ran back inside and grabbed her heels off her bed. Walking back out to him, she balanced herself with a hand on his arm to slid on her heels.

Once on and all ready, she smiled at him again with a nod. "Okay. Now. I'm ready." She gave a small laugh and shouldered her small bag full of shoes and grabbed the handle of the rolling bag, awaiting directions on where they needed to go.

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been a long cold 1,526 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Uriel, Chase, Olivia, David, and Dela. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting sorry on lateness <3. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[Chase Taylor]

Chase was currently in the shower. His bag was packed. Full with suits, shorts, pants, shirts, a pair of board shorts, pj bottoms, some sneakers, sandals, and of course boxers. He had packed earlier this morning. When Uriel had woken him up with his moving about the cabin. Noticing that his older brother had been packing, he himself had started getting ready as well. So now, everything was packed as A black suit and tie lay on his bed with nice dress shoes.

As he stepped out of the shower, all dries off he ran a hand through his hair as he shook it. Getting all the extra water out of it. He was eighteen. He could hardly believe it. His dad had sent him some money, and Chase was sure as hell going to use it on this trip. Both on Olivia and maybe some casino. Maybe he could get a bit more and buy her something really really nice. His blue-green eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. He couldn't believe he was going to Vegas. Not only with Liv, but with Uriel and Dela. Not to mention Lana, whom he was glad had invited him on the trip, and David.

Each couple was supposedly supposed to share a room. Of course the other two couples were fine with it. Uriel and Lana were...very close to put it safely. David and Dela, well Chase really didn't want to think what went through his sisters mind. But himself and Olivia...they hadn't done much but kiss. He was a good guy. A really good guy. His dad had raised him extremely well in that department. After all, he didn't want Chase accidentally having a kid at a young age.

Chase shivered at the thought. No. That would not be good at all. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way to his bed. He looked over at his brother who looked like he was in deep conversation with someone. Quickly, he slipped on his suit. It didn't take long. But he still had the shirt and jacket to go as he saw his brother stand up. He slid on the shirt, starting to fasten up the buttons as Uriel yelled. This made Chase jump out of his stupor and hurry up with the buttons.

Within a couple minutes Uriel was out the door to go and get Lana. Which meant that Chase needed to go and get Olivia. He smiled as he slipped on his suit jacket and grabbed his bag. Walking out the door, he waved goodbye to Julie and the rest of the Athena kids. Little Timothy ran up to him and wrapped his arms around Chase in a hug. Chase couldn't help but laugh and give the young boy a hug back. "Have fun Chase. Can you bring me back something please?!" Chase couldn't help but laugh and nod his head.

"Sure. Be good. The only way you will get whatever I get you is if Julie says you were good." Timothy nodded enthusiastically and let go of Chase running back to sit on his bed. Chase shook his head with a smile at the ten year olds antics. Heading over to the Zeus cabin, he stuck his hands in his pockets. He was actually going to Vegas. Of all places. Sin city. What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. All those small things to describe the city of lights. The city of fun and games. Casinos and hotels that lines the Strip. The shows. The strippers. He laughed with a slight chuckle.

Not like he would be visiting that last place. He had no doubt that Olivia would skin him alive if he ever set foot within a fifty foot radius of it. Not like he would anyways. He always thought those places were dirty anyways. As he approached the cabin he looked up at it. He couldn't help but see at it every time. He rang the power that the God held. He stepped up to the door and knocked on it after a moments of hesitation. He sure hoped that Jensen wouldn't be the one to open the door.

The last time the young boy of Zeus had opened the door Chase had walked away with a black eye. Though of course, that had been under different circumstances. He waited patiently, his bag by his feet. He had no doubt he would probably end up going shopping there. Olivia would probably drag him on a trip. He wouldn't mind. He enjoyed very minute spent with the woman that he loved. His smile brightened a moment at the thought of getting to spend more time with her.

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[Delaware Nora Conway]

welcome to the new age ,

Delaware packed her last frilly bra into the black rolling suitcase and then placed her makeup bag in. She was so excited! They were going to Las Vegas. Uriel hadn't yet said where they were staying, but knowing him, he wouldn't waste an opportunity to get the best! Being the best business women she could be, she had spoken to her father on the phone and gotten four thousand transferred to her savings account, strictly for Vegas; that permits her six thousand to spend as she wanted. That's what savings were for, right? She had figured that two thousand for gambling, three thousand for shopping, and one thousand for snacks or if they wanted to go somewhere that wasn't pre-paid. She also figured that she was good at poker and Blackjack, and could probably win a lot. No one would ever see her coming.

Inside her black Suitcase (that had "Dela" stitched into it in pink cursive) was an assortment of frilly bras and panties, several dresses, several jackets and one coat, extra money, purses, short shorts and tank tops for pajamas, a bag of jewelry, purses, socks, tights, cute blouses and tank tops, shorts and jeans, and several bikinis. Then her shoe suitcase; stilettos, heels, flip flops, Chuck Taylor's, tennis shoes, high heels, and flats. Her makeup bag had all sorts of mascara, foundation, coverup, eyeliner, perfume, lipstick, lipgloss, shimmer powder, moisturizer, eye shadow, and blush. Then her toiletry bag which held mousse, hair ties, straightener, lotion, more perfume, Chapstick, acne makeup, toothbrush and toothpaste, hair spray, and her contacts. No one ever accused her of traveling lightly for a reason. Especially since she also had another bag in there for the things she bought.

Her stomach did a little tumble as she pulled her dress into the bathroom and slipped it over her head. She had gotten it tailored to fit her perfectly, and so it did; a navy dress with one shoulder. It also left a lot of room for her to show off some leg. After her pantie-hoes, she put on short, navy high-heeled boots; the ride was expected anytime. Or rather, Uriel was supposed to get the ride any time. She placed rings on her fingers, bracelets on her wrists and a necklace around her neck. All Sterling Silver. She then picked up her small purse and checked the contents. About a hundred dollars cash, a bit of makeup, and then her credit cards. Perfect, right? Of course! And Chase, Uriel and David were also coming. Someone would have to work pretty hard to mug her.

When Uriel's voice rung out through the cabin, she was putting the last pin in her hair. After quickly and cleanly applying a bit of eyeliner - to go with her eyeshadow and soft pink lipstick - she stepped out of the cabin as if she was born to wear that outfit. She could walk perfectly in the high heels, and so she did. Her hair felt light, pinned up against her head in a pretty fashion; she walked forward through the cabin to see Uriel exiting it. So Delaware zipped her suitcase and pulled in on the ground. She could give it to David when she saw him. Speaking of which, she exited the cabin and followed where she thought Uri would be going; to the minor cabin. She wanted David to see her immediately, because she had almost never looked better.

[Olivia Raine]

Olivia couldn’t believe it: Vegas! The place that she wanted to go her entire life, and now she was going on a triple date there, with her boyfriend, Chase, and two other couples. They were staying there for a week. Each couple was sharing a room – comfortably uncomfortable for some reason – and it was days in Vegas. Olivia was pretty sure that she and Chase could maybe pass for 21 - they were 18 - and makeup and fake IDs would be enough to get Olivia into places. Olivia didn’t have any doubts about defense, considering that they were all trained warriors.

Frankly, Liv was a bit nervous to be going to Vegas. She didn't have that much money - her parents weren't exactly anywhere to found and she didn't really have a job - and she felt a bit weird for that, considering everyone else probably had a ton of money. And she only had a general idea of what they were going to do. Lana had said something about the girls going shopping, which seemed nice, even though Liv wasn't that big of a shopper. She was excited and anxious all at once; a good kind of anxious, though.

Liv had been up all day packing and getting ready for their first night in Vegas. She basically brought whatever she needed for a week. She hadn’t been wearing her glasses that much now that she was dating Chase, but she decided to bring them anyway. Clothes were abundant; she had just gone shopping – with a bit of help from some Aphrodite girls.

pparently, she was told that her dress tonight would be important, and she wanted something to make her look more like an adult. A form-fitting, somewhat short, strapless black dress that had been fit perfectly to her figure, tall black heels, with straps interlacing up her feet, big silver hoop earrings and a layered necklace, with a ton of makeup to hide the youth in her face. Liv decided to keep her hair down and put some loose curls in it. She guessed she could pass for maybe 21-24. Excellent.

Olivia was fixing up her hair last moment, when she heard a knock on her door. It was probably Chase. She walked up to the door, casting a last glance at herself in the mirror, and opened the door.

((Sorry for the junky post and the long wait, I just wanted to try and keep the thread moving a bit better than I have been. <3))

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[David Murphy]

David Murphy was going to Las Vegas.

Vegas – the place where lives were changed. He was going there with his girlfriend, Delaware, and two other couples. The past weeks hadn’t exactly been that easy for him – he lost his little sister – but Delaware was like a spark of happiness in his life. She was pretty much everything he’d ever wanted. With her, he just felt better.

Honestly, he was a bit surprised when Lana told him about the trip and asked him if he wanted to go with her, Uriel, Chase Taylor and Olivia Raine, because it was clear that Uriel thought that something had happened between him and Lana, when nothing did. Sure, they may have flirted a bit, but it was never anything serious. It was clear that Uriel wasn’t very fond of him, David could see it in his eyes, but – obviously – Murphy didn’t let that bother him much.

He packed earlier that day with really whatever he needed – nice clothes, casual clothes, shoes, etc. – and had a normal day until it was time to get ready. He didn’t really ever pay attention to clothes, so tonight he just wore a mint green dress shirt with an emerald tie and a black jacket and pants, and straightened out his hair a bit. He had no doubt in his mind, at that moment, that the trip wouldn’t be great. With the planners of Uriel and Lana, there wouldn’t be a detail that wasn’t perfected.

David had money, despite being only nineteen and basically parentless. He had worked a few jobs, picked up some money on sidewalks; he even had a credit card. He was sure that Dela had brought money too, knowing her. And he was nearly 100% sure that Uriel and Lana, plus Chase and Olivia, plus him and Dela, would have no shortage of money. Defense wouldn’t be low either, considering that they were six able children of Greek gods and goddesses. They were set and ready. Lana yelled at him, and he walked out, right behind her, seeing Uriel with Dela behind him. A smile played at David’s lips when he saw her. Everything was perfect already.