Charlie Jackpot

OOC

2008-05-24T15:36:50Z

Well school's over, finals are done and I can breathe again.

Expect more activity! ._. I...miss Charlie and I need to play him more. So I plan on it. Hopefully. Er.

OOC info

2008-03-22T23:33:34Z

Charlie currently he spends his time in his own world with his employer, Lucifer Box, with whom he has reached a tentative Understanding, and with whom he tends to aid in the saving of Europe occasionally. He's a former rentboy from the Edwardian era, location London.

I'm not confident enough in my own skills to write a proper accent for him, so it should be assumed he's got the londoner's accent going. It's unclear in the books, but I'm playing him at around age nineteen.

The PB is Gaspard Ulliel, as is probably obvious due to his sudden popularity, but otherwise the icons are from The Vesuvius Club, graphic novel version.

nsfw, locked to Tobias

2007-06-12T16:30:01Z

The place Charlie brings Tobias does end up to be empty thanks to the Narrative Laws. It's actually the same place Carcer brought Revan that first time, and it's not changed much. This room obviously gets around. Especially that couch, which Charlie is tugging Tobias over to.

jackpotcharlie @ 2007-05-17T00:21:00

2007-05-17T04:24:02Z

((Drabble. Or attempt at, anyway. Charlie thinks too much in bed, sometimes.))

Huff. Huff. Huff.

Bodies moving together, almost silent except for gasps and other sounds of breathing. It’s one of those times when making noise isn’t important, loud aching cries and pleading for more, yes, more. This is slower, more concerned with comfort than pleasure.

Charlie lets his head thunk backwards against the pillow as Mr. B—Lucifer, Lucifer buries his face in the young man’s neck, hips undulate and meet and hands twist and pleasure. Their sweat is mingling where their bodies are together, smelling sweet. Charlie’s body tightens before he comes with an almost silent hiss between his teeth. Lucifer follows not long after, grunting quietly. Charlie sighs, almost happily with the endorphins that come after sex, and with the mixed feelings that come after sex with Lucifer.

He knows his employer’s fond of him—more than fond—but he doesn’t know. Nothing’s been said, only implied, and even if Charlie does spend so much time in Box’s room he might as well take up permanent residence, he isn’t sure.

Lucifer mumbles something into Charlie’s neck, and the younger man reaches to the bedside table for his fags and matches. He lights two and nudges at his boss to move, putting the lit cigarette in his hand.

Maybe it’s okay that nothing’s ever said, he considers, trying to blow smoke rings and failing. He loves this job, even if he’s still learning and slowly, and if things are said that’ll just make things messy. He glances down, and Lucifer’s staring at him, that smile on his face that’s softer than the one he uses outside.

Or maybe not.

jackpotcharlie @ 2007-05-14T22:26:00

2007-05-15T02:28:28Z

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I am Chocolate Flavoured.

I am sweet and a little bit naughty. I am one of the few clinically proven aphrodisiacs. Sometimes I can seem a little hard, but show warmth and I soon melt. What Flavour Are You?
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If not chocolate, I'd be

Mmm, I am Lemon Flavoured.

I am bitter and twisted. Expect from me acerbic humour and sharp commentary. While I may seem nasty at first, I'm actually quite good company if I like you, so long as you don't mind a bit of cutting to the chase. What Flavour Are You?

jackpotcharlie @ 2007-05-07T20:36:00

2007-05-08T00:42:37Z

Anyone looking for Jackpot will find him in his room, pretty but sparse and very Edwardian (which makes sense an' all), sitting in his chair with his foot propped up on the edge of the table and dressed almost haphazardly. That is, his pants look too big on him, and his shirt's not done up all the way. At least he looks comfy.

He's reading, lazily turning pages.

((Each thread will be treated as separate events.
NSFW))