Casino

@minpha //Hmm.... Yes you are right they are very uptight. XD Maybe he should - somehow - get Mino and Minpha to talk about somerthing else and make them communicate more friendly?//

@song mino // what do you think? How could we incorporate him? I feel like both minpha and mino are too "strictly business" to get anything interesting going //

@minpha //I just did xD Alright ^^//

@song mino // well... Check the profile hoho
I also rped him a wee bit in the shady bar room, you can get a sneak peak of his charCter and his interaction with minpha there //

@minpha //Ah XD How is that person like? :3//

@song mino // Koichi, my new character hoho //

@minpha //Alright, they meet up. ^^ Wha/whot is your Joker? XD//

@song mino // don't apologize ;;;; the lol wasn't meant that way.. it was more like "lol Idk either tt.tt"
yh they can meet up, and if things aren't moving along.. I'll just introduce my joker koichi to make something happen lol //

@minpha //Sorry... How about after the kills, they have something to discuss or something?

@song mino // lol //

@minpha //Idk...//

@song mino // what now? ;; //

@minpha Mino nodded as he understood the payment was in dollars. He nodded as the other talked, letting him speak since he clearly was happy to hear his own voice. Chuckling a bit as the male said he didn't get the 2 extra millions, and just smirked. "A million here or a million there. I can do without it. But I do like the count of it." He said smiling a bit to himself. He took out his phone and unlocked the bank number, seeing the money was transfered. "It's good doing business with you, Minpha." He spoke and got up. "See you soon. Cute as ever." He said and winked at him, then turned to leave the place. He would get his info's later he expected and he just had to do it quick and easy. It sounded way too easy, but he hoped this was true, and that he wasn't being conned by the same man who paid him.

@song mino Minpha didn't bother the hitman as he contemplated whether to accept or reject, he let him take his time and preoccupied himself with his hair, tugging at the skirt of his dress or shuffling his legs, uncrossing them. While he gave Mino his space to make a decision like he didn't care whether he was accepted ir rejected, he didn't bother to mask his glad expression when the other gave his approval. "Good! Happy working with you again. And yes, currency will be US dollars.", he grinned, the hand closer to Mino momentarily resting on the others leg as he leaned towards him. A second later that hand had come up again to cover his pink lips, sniggering at the man's words. Looks like hitmen couldn't be bought 'not' to do something. Naturally, he didn't believe a word Mino said. He was convinced that if he was paid appropriately, he would find this dangerous acquaintance trying to put holes in his body. Smiling wryly, he brushed some of his hair back over his shoulder and re-crossed his legs. "I'm flattered. I, too, would not like to do anything to a handsome person like yourself. Fine. No extra 2 million for you then." Minpha smirked at his own words, taking the liberty to slightly tease the other, but gathered himself a moment later and took the note he was being given. He was a bit surprised to find the soft-spoken hitman with a face of stone smiling at him, and to be honest, it took him aback a little. The pink-haired teen (?) smiled back sweetly before calling out for someone named 'Satoru', a fellow Japanese He passed on the note, instructing him to 'do it'. His subordinate left immediately after receiving instructions and the cross-dresser turned his attention back to Mino. "You should receive it any minute now. Wait till it arrives before you leave."

@minpha Mine weighed the words and the price. A million was good, but for four kills? The kill was easy if they were all there together, and he had to do nothing but transport the bodies to a place. He could do that. It was clear that he was discussing with himself in his head, making small faces as he spoke to himself inside. "Alright, I will make that deal." He concluded. "Just so we are clear, it's dollars right?" He asked to be sure. So he didn't get fooled. "I wouldn't kill you, no way. Then I couldn't look at the beautiful you." He said with a smirk. He nodded as he accepted the money. "Alright, you send me some info and I will have it done by when you send them. Here." He softly said and gave him a note. "It's the bank account for the 300.000." He spoke and even flashed a smile.

@song mino Minpha nodded silently, pursing his lips in thought. The others words made sense. Subconsciously one of his hands reached up to play with a strand of his pink hair. After a moment of silence, he took another sip of water and smiled at Mino. "I'll give you 3 million. 1 million for the four men. I'll send them to a set location, so all you have to do is meet them there, kill them and stash their bodies where I tell you to. I'll take care of the rest. The price should be appropriate?", The cross-dresser cocked a brow, assuming the man would accept his generous offer. Or at least he considered his offer beyond generous. Who knows, maybe Mino's prices had risen drastically. "If you accept, I'll give you 300,000 now, and the other 700,000 later. As for the remaining 2 million... That's for if anyone commissions you to get rid of me. If they offer you any less than 2 million, please reject their offer and inform me about it. I would also expect you to inform me, if you hear about anyone else having me on their list. Of course, if they offer more than 2 million... Go for it.", Minpha laughed softly, his eyes flashing. He put the glass away and insoected his nails once more, before matching the man's gaze. "So, what do you say Mino?"

@minpha Mino chuckled softly. "Well, I must seem to like it." He answered with a shrug like it was nothing. He nodded as he was addressed again. "You sure have." He answered, as he thought it would only be polite to answer the male with the semi-question. He raised a thick brow as the male said he would have a play in that, and he saw that smile that followed, and he couldn't figure if it was a kind smile, or one of those smirks that made him know what he had coming. He nodded again as he listened, not wanting to abrupt the male as he spoke. After all, he could have him killed with the lift of a finger, and Mino wasn't liking that, not at all. He was usually the one killing, so he would be sad to see himself go because of this. "Alright. I can do that. Four men, discreetly, delivered here... Could imagine they are of high ranks, so I need to be fast and unseen..." He spoke softly. "How much can I expect for this? Just to be sure." He smirked a bit and then raised a brow when the male asked him what it would cost for him. "For you? Hmm... I would take no less than 1 million. Dollars." He softly spoke. "Just by walking in here, I have found 5 people with guns hanging around. It would be a suicide trip, so if I would ever get out alive, I would have to run far away, and get me a new life. Which I would use those money on." He softly said, not hiding anything.

@song mino // eek I didn't see this for some reason and reposted cause I didn't like my last post... can you just edit your response slightly to match? ;;''' //

@song mino Minpha flicked his pink hair over his shoulder so that it cascaded down his back, his lips pursed as Mino came to take a seat beside him. He didn't let his eyes linger on the other for more than a split second before reaching towards the glass table before them and pouring himself a glass of water from a jug. Bringing the glass to his lips, he was about to take a sip when the hitman brought his gun to his attention. The Japanese merely smirked and gave an off-hand 'It's fine.' remark. He had been expecting the other to come armed, and, just in case, had also taken up precautions should it turn out that the 'new' head of 'The Black Hand' was on his list. To be perfectly honest, Minpha would feel personally insulted if the guy suddenly popped a bullet in his head without a word. Sadly, he did not see Mino flash a smile. Uncrossing and then re-crossing his legs the other way, he finally turned to look at the man when he responded to his earlier question.

The smirk on his lips quivered slightly, as if he was having trouble stopping himself from laughing. "What a noble job you seem to have.", he teased. The pink-haired teen (?) cocked a brow at the unusual title he had been bestowed. Minpha was pretty sure Mino was just trying to gratify him with that. Well.. he didn't mind. "As you can see, I'm doing quite well for myself." He laughed lightly, his eyes flashing as he smiled at the other. "You also play a roll in that.", he added with a small smirk before blowing at freshly lacquered fingernails. He had had his nails done just before the old traitor had come before him. "Anyways, I'm sure you can guess why I called you. There are a few people I'd like you to help clean up... or 'guide' as you put it." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Four in total, I'll have their names given to you. I'd like you to kill them as discreetly as possible and deliver their bodies to me. I'll make an excuse for their disappearance." You see, the cross-dresser had a wonderful idea on how to warn all the other old farts who were still wavering over which side to join in this little internal conflict. There was an auction coming up, which everyone of importance usually attended. He would put their bodies up for auction there. Obviously, the goal was not to make a profit, although he was sure someone in Shangri-La had a for both old men and necrophilia.. he wouldn't be surprised. That was the main reason he had called Mino, to help him with this endeavor. However, there was also another reason. "One more thing. How much does it cost to have you assassinate someone like me?" Minpha didn't bother pretending like this question was of not significance, locking eyes with the hitman as he waited for the others response.

@minpha Mino leaned back in the couch as he looked at the other, expecting something more, than just what he said. But then again, why would Minpha even care of telling him anything really, when Mino himself didn't care. "I am glad to hear that. We all like it when it improves." He softly spoke and looked back into his eyes with a strong glance. He leaned his head just a tiny bit to the side as he listened and took notes in his head. A small hitjob like that was a piece of cake. And he didn't even have to hide the fact that they were killed, so that was much easier. "That's all you want? Well, then I am good. I just need their names and maybe a picture." He said as that was really the most he needed, but there were something else he wanted. "What will you pay me for it? 4 kills, no cover up, targeting, and precision. Also they are high in class, I will have to be discreet." He softly said. Minpha would have know he would want a price. And for four men, it would be a spicy price. He wouldn't do anything for free, even if it was their highest ruler.

@song mino Minpha gave the others weapon nothing more but a passing glance when they were mentioned and made a dismissing gesture with his hand, as if he didn't want to waste even a word on something as insignificant as that. As far as he was concerned, Mino was not a threat and therefore so weren't his guns. If the hitman had him on his list, the cross-dresser wouldn't be alive to smirk at the others act of nobility. He had still taken some precautions though and to be perfectly honest, Minpha would feel personally insulted if the guy suddenly popped a bullet in his head without a word.

The Japanese grimaced the next moment at the insignificant question that reminded him of why he even needed Mino, but commentlessly accepted the strange title he had been conferred by the hitman. His brows creased to form a thin line in their middle, a growl escaping him. The next moment his expression softened and he flashed an almost gentle smile at the man. "I'm doing quite well, a definite improvement to the last time we met." Minpha laughed as he spoke and leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes locked onto the hitman the entire time. "I know some people who would have a better time on 'the other side of life' though. They don't seem to like living on this side, so I'd like you to guide them 'over'." Minpha was quick to reveal why he had called the man, although it was probably obvious considering what his occupation was. "There are four of them, all upper-tier members of 'The Black Hand' and I don't need the job to be done quietly. If you make it reaaally obvious that they were murdered, that's all I want."

@minpha Mino looked at the male who had gotten up, but waited for small moment it took for the other to come from his thoughts to speak them. He smirked as the was invited to sit down, and he followed him to the couches. Sitting down and crossed his legs, moving a gun by his hip so he could sit down. "Sorry, I am armed, I hope it's alright." He spoke, and expected the other would be okay with that, Of course as long that he didn't start taking them up, but he figured the other would have people who would shoot him faster than he could even get up. He smiled at him, even though he rarely smiled.

"You can't kill someone who's already dead. I am just helping bad people over on the other side of life." He said all innocent and acted like he could never hurt a flie. Tugging a bit of hair behind his ear and tilted his head a bit as he looked at him. "How about you? How is the majesty?" He asked softly, not that he was actually interested, since he was rarely interested in anything other than killing, but he was polite.

@song mino // *prostrates myself* sorryy for the insane delay TT.TT *bribes you with some candy* //

Minpha's heart skipped a beat as the crisp sound of a knock echoed through his office. He was here. Finally! The Japanese liked to remain pragmatic, but in the years past he had always wanted to meet the handsome hitman again.. just to show off that he had 'succeeded'. It was childish, he knew, but he still couldn't help his voice faltering slightly as he called the man in. The pink-haired teen (?) shuffled his legs in a giddy fashion, only managing to calm himself after pinching himself in the thigh. Just in time, as Mino stepped into the room, he regained his calm demeanour, yet the half-mischievous, half-prideful smile was stuck to his lips. The cross-dresser let out a light laugh at how he was addressed, absentmindedly trailing a fingertip across the mahogany desk to his right as he resisted the urge to jump off of his chair and start bragging. That would really make him lose face. "Hello again Mino~", he mused, his eyes flashing as he gave the man a very obvious once-over. Hm. Shockingly, his appearance hadn't changed much at all since they had last met. Minpha had been at the very least expecting another scar or two... then again, Mino hadn't walked in in his birthday suit, so he couldn't really judge if there had been any additions. Well, not that it mattered anyway.

Ah. While he was busy staring at the man, it seemed he had unknowingly already risen from his chair. Great. Now what. A brief expression of surprise flashed across his face at his subconscious movement. How unusual. Things like this rarely happened to him. It seemed Minpha had to aknowledge to himself that the others presence made him nervous. The Japanese did not know how to behave. Mino had seen him in his darkest moments and reminded him of how.. and who.. he used to be. He didn't want to pretend like nothing had ever happened and he had always been the head of 'The Black Hand', it felt like he would be ashamed of his past then.. and shame was a weakness. Also, Minpha was fond of the other, he couldn't help but be grateful to the man who had marked the turning point in his relationship with the city of Shangri-La. And yet the attitude of someone who felt indebted was completely inappropriate for his current position. Honestly, it made his head hurt. The pink-haired teen (?) felt like no matter what he did, it would seem like a charade to the experienced hitman. All these thoughts passed through his mind in a split-second, after which he defroze and flashed the man a grin, gesturing to a coach at the side of the room. In front of it was a small, round glass table.

"I was worried you'd already dead by now.", he half-joked and sat down cross-legged on the coach.

@minpha Those last few years, Mino had trained hard, almost even harder than the rest of his life. He kept adjusting, changing and grow. He would claim himself to be the ultimate killer. That was all that was in his head. Nothing else were found in there, even less mercy and guilt. Sympathy was not a word he knew, and he would never go from a contract at any cost, he would kill whoever that case was for. When he got his money, the guy was as good as dead. There were no emotions in his life, since he was quite the loner, and never having known anything but pain and sorrow, made him unable to love, since he had never recieved such emotion. He didn't what it was, and he was yet to feel it.

He had just left his apartment and was sure he had fixed everything, so he could have all his most used weapons on him. You never know who you meet... He got on his motorcycle, a rather new model, extremely fast and good to get away on. Today, or more right now, he was supposed to meet a guy he had met few years back. He could recall him well, and he was interested in seeing where the male was now in his life, but he was sure he was well off. Now that his 'Uncle' wasn't there anymore.

After getting into the place, he looked around, hand hand steady by his hip on the gun, ready to get it up if someone would start shooting at him. Seeing the right door, he stopped in front of it, and knocked on the door. When he was sure he had been allowed inside, he opened the door, and saw the male sitting on his throne and clearly owning the stage. "Hello beautiful." He said softly and walked into the room after closing the door behind him. He walked closer and smiled softly at him, waiting for him to talk.

@mark lee / lolll you are behiiiind
this plot is already dropped

new plot has replaced it remember? huhu <3

@song minho The pink-haired teen (?) growled under his breath, his eyes glaring fiercely at the puny little maggot grovelling before him. For the last three years he had been hiding behind a proxy and things had been going moderately well, but due to.. circumstances.. he had needed to reveal himself. Because of that things were still a bit messy at 'The Black Hand'. People needed time to come to terms with being deceived for years. Minpha understood, even if he was extremely irritated by the upper tier's inflexibility. This old man that sweating like a pig, for example, had colluded with other managers and attempted to kill him. Said 'other managers' had been killed, or, after hearing how the others had been killed, had already committed suicide. "P-p-please..", an ugly, hoarse voice begged. "I pledge my loyalty to you!" Bull. As if things were that easy. Minpha's way of handling this was to cut down anyone who stood in his way, and raise profit. Even dense old farts should realize whom to follow then... 'should'. Some were still resisting. The cross-dresser lazily reached into his robes and pulled out a Walther. One gunshot later the old pig was dead, and he had one less worry. "Clean it up.", he stated coldly and then pushed himself off from the desk, making the chair he was on spin in circles. It seemed he needed to call in an acquaintance of his to simplify the 'weeding'.

The cross-dresser was wearing what he usually wore, ever since he had publicly assumed the position of head of 'The Black Hand': a ridiculously short piece of dress styled after a kimono. It was folded properly, and he had the underdress to match, as well as all the accessories required by the obi - the belt. In a rather contrasting fashion to this indecent interpretation of traditional Japanese clothing, came the pointed penny heels in patented leather, sporting the classic red heel with cute white socks. There was probably some fashion designer out there who would find offence with the combination, but this was actually what Minpha had worn daily - before arriving in Shangri-La. Finally he had established himself, so he was going to go back to when he was not bound by anything (more or less). Underneath the sinfully short kimono black holsters peeked out, one strapped to each thigh. One of the holsters was currently empty.

So, who was it that Minpha had requested to come, to help solve his little issue? A hitman, going by the name of Mino [just guessing here lol]. It had been years since he'd seen the man. The first time they'd met.. when was that.. Minpha pursed his lips in thought as he spun, twirling a strand of his long pink hair around his pinky finger. Gun still in hand, he used that arm to hug his legs to his chest, lest he stubbed his knee on the desk as he turned round and round and round. Ah! It had been his first week in Shangri-La, and he was in the middle of a session with his "uncle", the former head of 'The Black Hand'. He still remembered it quite clearly. The old fart had called the hitman in for a job, all the while screwing a completely suspended and bound Minpha. After that they had seen each other again several times, but that was about it. Then, a little over 3 years ago, the cross-dresser had managed to get in contact with Mino and request his services. The target: his "uncle". You see, the pink-haired teen (?) was not willing to remain as the caged toy of a e, especially after the crazy old man had had the audacity to ...remove... his nether regions. Minpha couldn't help but grind his teeth in anger at the memory. How dare he. Either way, after exchanging proof of murder with payment, he had never seen the man again.

Back then, Minpha had been a mess - psychologically, emotionally and physically. He had come to terms with his fate now.

He reached out with one hand, grabbing onto a corner of the desk to halt his rotation and turned to face the entrance door. He heard footsteps. After putting the gun back in its place and positioning his legs so that he was revealing less of himself - unnecessary, though, as there was nothing to reveal - Minpha stuck the gum in his mouth under the desk and waited for the sound of a knock.

@mark lee // I revamped my character! but I'm going to pretend that minpha hasn't outed himself as head yet in this plot huhu

@mark lee // *screams* sorry! Somehow my characters keep ending up doing one-man comedy skits *sobs*

// *screams* sorry! Somehow my characters keep ending up doing one-man comedy skits *sobs*

@mark lee Behind his pitiful demeanor, Minpha was thinking things along the lines of 'diiiiiieeeeeeee'. He was seething on the inside, extremely unhappy with having to pretend to be a snot-nosed brat. On the outside, this just transferred to nervousness. He flinched slightly when the other moved, turning away more so that the guy wouldn't be able to get a proper look at him. "A room..?", he parroted stupidly. He needed a second to realize what he had been mistaken for... It was understandable. A kid, in 'The Black Hand' territory, .. he was 'obviously' kidnapped or bought for child ion. Well, Minpha didn't mind terribly. This was a chance in itself. He decided to play along. "No.. not yet.. I was supposed to look around, but..", his voice trailed off into a barely audible whisper. No matter how embarrassing this would be in hindsight, he preferred being mistaken as a new fuxktoy, rather than being recognized as Zion T's "sister". Minpha nodded slightly, shyly at the others question. Ew. He was disgusted - and amused - with his little-girl act.

Just then: more footsteps! Heavier ones this time. Adults. k. What a terrible day! With no other choice, the crossdresser ran behind Mark, vanishing behind the guy's frame. It turned out to be two old farts, customers, who went their own way, but Minpha had still paled slightly. His hands had dropped from his face, and were now latched onto the back of Mark's shirt. Of course, Minpha released the fabric as soon as he noticed, blushing once more. He needed to vacate this place. ! The crossdresser almost kicked the wall in anger, but caught himself mid-motion. Image control. Image control, he thought. Little girls don't randomly kick walls. Or.. do they? Right! Gender equality! And so, Minpha did kick the wall, a triumphant smile on his face. "Owwwww" Predictably, he was crouching down and massaging his abused foot the next moment.