Thread: The Redlight District [Literate 1x1]

I'd be interested in your transsexual girlsub male plot. My f-list can be found here , and I have very few limits. I've included a writing sample under the spoiler cut, and the man in the post is a sub-- or at least how I play them. See more Reagan was prepared to answer any and all questions that Mac had, his expression serious, his position one of absolute interest. He knew that knowledge could be lifesaving here, and he also knew that having some of his questions answered when hed arrived would have been more helpful than anything else. Reagan tried to help new fighters whenever he could. Hed seen the new guys get killed because they didnt know what they were getting into, and hed also seen them kill themselves. It didnt do anyone any good when fighters dropped like flies, and Reagan found that talking it out went a long way towards helping. Unfortunately, Mac was taken from the room before Reagan could say anything to him, Vivian and a few guards escorting him away. Reagan didnt like Vivianshe gave him chills, and not in a good wayand he doubted Mac was going to like her any better. He knew the woman was one of the people in charge of recruiting, but she hadnt been the one to take him. Reagan thought of her as an enforcer of sorts, and most of the fighters kept their distance. Reagan stared at the door as it closed, feeling incredibly frightened for Mac. If he was up against Conan, there was a good chance he wouldnt survive. Being a soldier gave him a definite advantage over someone else being thrown into the ring, but Reagan had fought Conan in the past, knew how absolutely ruthless he could be. Conan was one of the few fighters Reagan routinely lost against, mostly because even his speed couldnt save him when Conan managed to get a hit in. He had turned his attention to the television mounted on the wall when the couch moved slightly, another man coming to sit beside Reagan. Reagan barely looked at him, cocking an eyebrow when he saw who it was. Hey, Benny. Whats up? Benny was tall and thin and spoke with a Russian accent, and Reagan didnt know very much about him, except that he was a little bit creepy and a little bit weird, and had a nasty habit of biting people on the face when he got into the ring. He wasnt unpleasant, however, and Reagan simply looked away from him before Benny began to speak. That man is dangerous, he said, voice thick, and Reagan frowned slightly before looking at him. Benny stared back, weird gray-blue eyes wide. Hes a killer. Benny, dont even start with me. Every man in this room is dangerous. Youre dangerous. Im pretty sure you were some kind of hit man for the Russian mob, and Im pretty sure youve killed your fair share of men. Hes new, and he needs help. Benny shrugged, looking back at the screen, where the fighters still hadnt emerged. I was not a hit man, Reagan. But I know when a man is dangerous. And I know when youre full of shit, Reagan said, his tone still fairly light but a harder sort of edge creeping into it. Reagan was a patient man, and he had to be in this life, but he wasnt going to put up with everything. Did you come over here to watch the fight or to lecture me about who I speak to? he asked, looking up at the television. Id like to watch the fight. Benny fell silent and then the fight started, and Reagan immediately felt the sick, awful feeling of worry begin to creep into his stomach, crawl up his throat. There was blood everywhere, Macs back split open and hatchmarked, bleeding all over the place. He won, but he was a mess, and once the fighters were escorted out, Reagan got up quickly, hovering beside the door. He was worried, pale, and it was a normal routine for him. The new boys were always the ones he worried about the most, and there was rarely a fight night that went by where he wasnt absolutely terrified about the outcome. He wasnt sure how long he was standing there before the door opened and the guards walked in, one of them giving him a slightly appreciative look. Reagan got along well enough with the guards, because he was the least likely to get into trouble, but he didnt exactly like them very much. When Mac entered the room, however, Reagan immediately ignored the guards, looking at the soldier with an expression of absolute terror. Are you okay? Cautiously, he grasped Macs wrist, beginning to pull him back towards the couch. Ill answer your questions now. We still have a while to go tonight. I'd have sent you a PM but it looks like your quota is full.