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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Aug 9, 2019 3:29:06 GMT
Seeing the expression on Blink's face every so often as they drove along, Rebecca chuckled and said, "At least you're alive and kicking; that's something you can't say for most of Mouse's prospects," pausing as she slowed to make the turn. Her words were honest and truthful; to her, Blink had all the makings of a Fools' Club member, he just needed to look the part. Of course, she mused, it wouldn't help to have him walking around with a tentpole stretching his clothes out, so she added, "that better go down unless you want me to pull over and take care of it for you."
She said it in such a matter-of-fact, deadpan kind of Glaswegian way that it was also her way of saying 'behave' without having to say so; making another turn, she saw the leather shop just ahead. "We're gonna stop here first; most of the Fools' members - well, the men anyway - own a few leather jackets and other assorted leather items, so we'll stop here first," pausing as she brought the Mustang to a stop just about in front of the shop. "Ready to go inside?" she asked.
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Aug 4, 2019 2:47:01 GMT
Driving over to the rendezvous point, Rebecca tried to picture Blink but kept drawing mostly blanks; what she did know - and what she could find out from asking around - was that Mouse's instincts were dead-on as usual: if nothing else, the kid was going to need a new wardrobe if he was going to hang with the Fools' Club.
After driving around for a bit - and calling a few clothing shops she regularly worked with for Mouse's Studio and for past Fools' prospects - Rebecca turned onto a side street she hadn't been on before and started thinking as she pulled up to the location she was supposed to meet Blink at, So this is where Blink...
He teleported to the park and waited within eyesight of the road. He actually heard the described car before he saw it, but as soon as he did make eye contact he winked out of existence and reappeared in the passenger seat of the sweet ride. He fully expected to see Mouse riding the driver's seat. In fact, Blink had a smartassed remark all prepared for the guy. That snarky comment died when he saw the woman gripping the well.
"Uh...." - Blink stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. He did not expect a girl, or more aptly, a woman. And it did not help that he suddenly remembered where he had heard the sultry voice on the phone.
"And hello to you too," Rebecca replied, wondering how in the holy fucking hell Blink had gotten into her car without so much as laying a finger on the door handle. To Rebecca, if the person sitting across from her in the car had been anyone other than this - in her mind, handsome young man - they would've gotten capped as her hand would've been on her revolver faster than one could say "Motor City!"....but it didn't take her but a few moments to realize that this was indeed the prospect Mouse had spoken of...and yes, she thought, he definitely needs a new wardrobe...
Blink was 100% certain that she was the voice behind an exceptionally bouncy blond he had watched on a... cough ... adult website. So without thinking, Blink said the first thing that came to his mind which unfortunately was a line from said x-rated film:
"Oh baby you make me tingle all over!"
To make matters worse, his voice cracked on the word tingle. What was he fifteen years old all over again?
"You say that to every beautiful woman you meet," Rebecca said, deadpan, as she leaned across the center console and gave him a playful yet sultry kiss before leaning back across the car, "or are you just happy to see me?" Holding up a finger, she placed it across his lips as if to silence him. "Don't worry; I've heard worse. Mouse wanted me to pick you up, get you a new wardrobe, then take you over to meet him. Now, whether you've met him before or not, I don't know and I don't want to know; my concern is making sure you look the part of a Fool's Dice member," pausing as she slipped the Mustang into gear and floored it, leaving a long set of tire marks on the asphalt. "Sao tell me a little about yourself, young man," Rebecca said, adding, "Relax, I don't bite....unless you want me to," winking at him as they drove down the street.
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jul 23, 2019 3:58:20 GMT
Several days earlier...
Just as she thought things were about to escalate.... Mouse returned to Rebecca and his own table. "By the way.... I got a new Prospect. His name is Blink. I'm going to need you to get him a suite, and some new clothes. Take him shopping. The kid dresses like shit. If he's going to be hanging around me he needs to look sharp. Lulu demands it so it shall be done."
--Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling, kiss me... - Fly Me To The Moon, various artists
Sitting in her office at Mouse's film studio, Rebecca finished going over the shooting schedule for next week; with everything going on involving the Fools' as of late, Rebecca had been kept on her toes, figuratively and otherwise. However, there'd been a few good things about the past few days - like meeting that woman from the restaurant, she mused, leaning back in her chair and smiling as she sat quietly and thought about their "casting couch" meeting the day after her and Mouse had spoken at Luigi's. She suspected the woman had lots of 'talent' for Mouse's studio and, once more, she was right. Mouse is going to love her in front of the camera once they start filming, she thought as the intercom buzzed on her desk. "Yes?" she asked, pressing the button.
"Becca', I'm about to head out; you want me to lock up?" her secretary asked.
"No, I'm heading out in a few minutes as well," Rebecca replied, closing her desk drawers and getting up from her desk. Slipping her leather jacket on, she continued. "That kid I was telling you about - Blink, he said his name was - can you give him a call, ask him where he's at so I can go pick him up." Rebecca's secretary, a Fools' associate as well, said she'd give him a call; just as Rebecca was about to turn the intercom off, she added, "Tell him I'll be driving a dark green Bullitt-model Ford Mustang, okay?" then she turned off the intercom and headed over towards the door of her office. I hope Blink's worth the effort Mouse and Lulu want me to put into him, she mused as she stepped out of the office and towards the exits...
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jul 9, 2019 3:53:09 GMT
"You screw whatever is in front of you as long as it has a nice pair of legs or a hefty cock. Other than that, you clock in on time show up for the shit i need you for i really couldn't give a shit about the rest."
"Ain't it the truth," Rebecca replied, almost seeing the thought bubbles in Mouse's mind as he spoke. She knew where her place in the Fools' hierarchy was but she also knew, like a good soldato in the American Mafia, that the path to survival was to remain loyal to the Club, loyal to Mouse and continue bringing in both the dough and the talent. Anything less...well, she didn't like to think about it. Seeing the look on Mouse's face as he raised his beer, Rebecca did likewise and added, "To continued success!"
Before she could say anything else, she watched as Mouse confronted a gentleman whose family was trying to have dinner at the table next to theirs. Bad mistake on his part, she mused as Mouse dealt with the stranger - a tourist by the looks of it, she thought - and then just shook her head in amazement as Mouse all-but-offered the guy's wife a job with their studio. Studying her - she seems quite the looker, she mused, picturing her in front of the camera a moment or two - she knew the woman looked as though she had the talent to be in front of the camera...but looking it and actually having the talent are two different things, she thought.
Just as she thought things were about to escalate.... Mouse returned to Rebecca and his own table. "By the way.... I got a new Prospect. His name is Blink. I'm going to need you to get him a suite, and some new clothes. Take him shopping. The kid dresses like shit. If he's going to be hanging around me he needs to look sharp. Lulu demands it so it shall be done."
"Consider it done," she replied, making a few notes in her mind - nothing was ever written down between them - and remembering the first weeks when Mouse had taken her under his wing and knowing how she'd looked back then.... "Oh and uh....Get that woman's contact info. I think i just found the leading lady for "Lord of the G-Strings, that new Lord of the rings parody porno. Nerds eat that shit up."
"Consider that done as well," she added, waving over one of the restaurant hostesses. Slipping her two twenties, she whispered - not so much to keep it from Mouse as to keep it from the people at the next table - "woman at the table next to us; find out where they're staying at and get me the digits, okay? And," pausing to slip the hostess another twenty, "tell her she's got a running tab at Club Decadent for her to use while she's staying in Detroit," giving the hostess a friendly slap to the rear as she walked away to get the info she asked for. A side project of Rebecca's that Mouse knew about, Club Decadent was a nightclub in Detroit's Midtown District that catered exclusively to women that she used not only to make money for the Fools but also to find female talents for Mouse's studio.
Taking another long drag of beer, Rebecca began thinking of what she needed to do to get their new prospect up to the Fools' standards, wondering what she'd need to do and when....
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 19, 2019 2:49:55 GMT
"You motherfucker, you," Rebecca chortled, her Glaswegian smile evident as she watched Mouse pick up the revolver, put it right square under his chin and pull the trigger. Click. There'd been no bullets whatsoever in the pistol. "You're a bit of a bitch aren't ya?" Mouse laughed.
"When I have to be," she replied, pausing as Mouse talked to one of the waiters... Or at least he was going to until the waiter came over to take their orders. Instead his face grew serious and he pointed the gun at the waiter kid's head. "How's the chicken? And don't lie." Steely eyed gaze and firm delivery had the kid pissing his pants. "It....it's the s...chef's special.." The kid stammered out. Mouse lowered the hammer on the revolver and smiled. "Good. We'll have that. Both of us. Now get the fuck out of here!"
He ordered. The kid tucked the menus under his arm before even giving them out and hurried off. "AND BRING ME A PITCHER OF BEER!" He added.
You have to admit, she mused, Mouse really does have a way with words, going speechless for a little bit as he continued. "You know Rebecca.... I realized I don't really know shit about your personal life. What made you want to join the business in the first place?" He asked curiously. They were waiting for their food and most of the serious shit was already out of the way. Might as well follow up with shooting the breeze right?
"Given how I grew up back in Glasgow," she replied, leaning back in her chair, "it wasn't a hard choice. Never knew my father; he was some ship worker who screwed my mum and then vanished off into the night. Mum, the cold bitch, gave me up when I was like, four, five...truth be told, the streets were my life back then until I could get to the 'States here....but it was here that it really got under my skin, you know? Promised myself I'd never go back to the streets...
"As for a personal life, Mouse? As long as I'm making money for the studio, keeping the books in shape...screwing whatever walks out in front of you," she continued, "why worry about a personal life? I figure I got enough things to worry about to have to add anything home-related..."
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 16, 2019 18:14:08 GMT
Mouse starred at Rebecca. "I've never asked you to do some shit like this, but I need you to prove your loyalty not just fucking say it."
His words were harsh almost cold. Mouse slid a gun across the table and spun it around to face her. "There's one bullet in the six chambers. Squeeze the trigger five times against your skull. Show me that I'm not an asshole, and I will believe you." Mouse wasn't joking. There was no smile playing at his face. He expected her to do this because.... Well, because the alternative was worse. If he couldn't trust her anymore, or the Fools thought that they shouldn't trust her... Then she would be taken out into an alley and killed just to be dumped in a fly infested dumpster. The Fools didn't keep loose threads around for some nosy fucking cop to come tugging on.
Seeing him slide the revolver across over to her, Rebecca knew damn well what Mouse was asking of her. Picking up the six-shooter, she didn't even hesitate to put the barrel flush against her temple....looking straight at him, she calmly and deliberately pulled the trigger.
Click. No round in the chamber.
One down, she thought, as she pulled the trigger again. Click, no round there.
Three more times Rebecca pulled the trigger, waiting for the instant death of a bullet to go flying through her skull, splattering her brains across the wall from them....three more times: click, click, click. Continuing to look straight at Mouse, she set the gun down and slid it back towards Mouse. "Five times up, five times down," Rebecca said to him, staring him right in the face and waiting for him to reply....
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on Jun 5, 2019 4:10:39 GMT
Rebecca shook her head; she was not going to valet Mouse's beat-up, POS truck and both of them knew it...but just seeing the look on his face was priceless enough for her. "Give me a minute to park and I'll join you inside," she said to him. True to her word, less than a minute later, she joined him inside. After ordering - she got the same thing Mouse did - Rebecca listened to him spell out what was going through his mind....
"Okay, so the Fool's Dice Club is splitting up. I don't know when and I don't know who is going to take who's side, but this shit is almost a certainty. Johnny Rome is finished in Detroit. He has fucked up every chance he has been given and he's as good as out the door. I am going to be taking over the Fool's Dice club as it's leader. And with Lulu Milton on my arm as my queen no less. Now, as leader of the fools your scrutiny for trust is a lot higher. I need to know I can trust the people around me. That means you. YOU have to make a case for yourself. I'm going to have a lot of eyes on me and if I place my trust in you and others don't see why.... Well that makes me look like an asshole understand?
"Crystal," Rebecca said; inside, she was stunned silent. Although she was not a member of the Fool's Dice Club, she was loyal to Mouse, a solid earner and had the innate ability to keep her mouth shut. A secret told to her stayed a secret, period. However, what Mouse was asking was, in her mind, the biggest step she would ever take in her life, a fork in the road that would have consequences for her life. Choose wisely your decision, her fellow Glaswegian gangsters would often say, for your life could very well depend on it.
Sitting back, she thought of those words and spoke, her words parsed carefully for she damn well knew the potential minefield she could be entering at that moment. "I'm in," she began. "Since hooking up with you - not in a physical sense; I have enough respect for both you and Lulu to not cross that line - I've been a solid associate, a damn good earner and one of the few people to keep you on your fucking toes, Mouse." These were all very true: though not a club member, she respected the club hierarchy and kept to it. Most all of the monies brought into Yes Daddy Studios went up the pipeline through Mouse - yes, she did skim a percent here, a percent there but as another Fools member once told her, 'Everybody fucking steals. Everybody fucking skims off the top of the money tree. Even the associates do.'
And yes, Rebecca was most capable of Mouse on his toes most days; today was no exception. "Yes, I understand the idea of loyalty; where I come from back in Glasgow, loyalty is everything. Doesn't surprise me that its' the same here...so yes, I'm in," Rebecca said, adding, "but...if you're going to be running the Club, who's going to run the Studio?"
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 27, 2019 2:53:41 GMT
For a few moments, Rebecca chuckled and gave Mouse the biggest Cheshire Cat grin she could; once again, she'd gotten his goat, so to speak and it showed. The look on his face was like those credit car commercials: priceless... "Fuck it. Let's go to lunch now. You're driving. I got a fucking headache from this bullshit," Mouse said, tossing her the keys to his truck.
Catching them in one easy grasp, Rebecca headed outside along with Mouse and hopped in the driver's seat of his truck, firing it up and taking off once both of them were belted in and ready to go. It was a short drive from the studio over to Luigi's but, as usual, traffic in that part of Midtown Detroit was a clusterfuck of traffic, mainly people who didn't know how to drive. "Pull up to a close parking spot." Mouse instructed.
"Gotcha covered," Rebecca replied, quickly finding a spot and pulling up to the curb, bringing the truck to a stop as they sat outside the restaurant. Looking over at Mouse, she asked, "You want me to grab a valet, have them park it or...?" She figured he wanted to talk business - probably Fools' business - with her while at Luigi's but given the look about him that moment, she tried to broach the question as gently as possible.
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 25, 2019 19:46:56 GMT
Rebecca chuckled at hearing Mouse go on about how everyone wanted to fuck in front of the camera; if they didn't, why would anyone bother to do so? Heck, she suspected Mouse - no, she knew - Mouse would get in front of the camera if need be, but seeing the look on his face when she mentioned David's stamina and staying power was priceless to her. Mouse absolutely looked cute as hell with that "you've got to be kidding me?!?" look on his face... "Well, shit. If you say he's good then he can get ready for the double penetration scene with Volda-porksword."
Snapping her fingers towards him, Rebecca called out to him, "Get with the costume people and be ready to perform, David!" She was banking on him being as good as she said he was but both her and Mouse knew that if she said someone was good and ready to go, they were good and ready to go.
"Look. Shooting won't be long today. Hermione has the shits and Ron can't keep his wand full of magic. Let me finish this up and then I need to talk to you after. Meet at Luigi's restaurant around four'ish?" Mouse said as they stood behind the cameras, the production people trying to get set up for what little shooting there would be. Rebecca didn't have to ask what they'd be talking about; Luigi's was one of the better Italian restaurants in Detroit...it was also Fools' owned.
"I'll be there, four sharp," Rebecca replied, not asking Mouse about anything while at the Studio. She knew enough about the Fools' that she knew they'd come after her if she betrayed any confidences of theirs and they were never subtle on that count. "So, Hermione's stuck on the pot and Ron can't get it up, huh?" she asked, switching back over to studio business. "What, you want me to fluff up Ron's magic while we're here, Mouse?" she asked, knowing it'd get a reaction from him as they stood there....
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May 23, 2019 23:08:28 GMT
Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 23, 2019 23:08:28 GMT
Seeing the text message come across her Blackberry from Mouse, Rebecca chuckled, sighed and sent back an equally saucy reply...Putting the Blackberry back in her shoulder bag, she shook her head and thought, He knows what time I'm supposed to be there; today was supposed to be a light shooting day...
Pulling up to a stop outside the studio, Rebecca hopped out of the Uber and headed inside; almost immediately, several young men and women clamored to get her attention but knowing Mouse was anxious to see her, she waved them off for the time being with a "I'll see you here in a little bit" kind of manner, blowing out a long exasperated breath once she was out of their sight. Seeing Mouse, she was about to call out to him when he caught her attention first... Mouse made his phone calls and chain smoked about 5 cigarettes while he was out on the corner. It wasn't long before he saw Rebecca pulling up. About god damned time. They were in there shooting a Harry Potter rip off porn and the new star the one who was supposed to play Harry, was supposed to be casted personally by Rebecca. "Well?" Mouse asked as she stepped out of her Uber. "Where's the fucking guy?" He asked.
Remembering the gorgeous hunk she'd seen out in the hallway as the one Mouse was referring to, she was about to tell him about the guy when Mouse continued... Before she could answer Mouse pulled her aside by the arm. "What about the other thing. That guy still giving you trouble?" A few weeks back Rebecca had mentioned that one of the fans, (yes they had many fans) had written in to the studio and being his assistant Rebecca corresponded with him. The guy had eventually come to stalk her. Mouse wasn't sure if it was resolved, but if the guy was still a problem he was gong to take care of it personally. Shit like that was just bad for business.
"No, I took care of that problem personally," Rebecca said with a nice Glaswegian accent as memories of her strangling the stalker to death a few nights before crossed through her mind whilst they stood together. "He won't be bothering me again, Mouse," she said, smiling, a broad Glaswegian smile across her face, the kind the Cheshire Cat would have before devouring their prey. "As for the fucking guy you were asking about earlier, there he is," Rebecca said, pointing towards the stage entrance as a tall hunk of man, who looked every bit as muscular as Rebecca had described to Mouse walked in. "His name's David and when I told him about the film, he practically jumped at the chance to be in front of the camera. He's got stamina and staying power; I think you'll like him," leaving no doubt as to how she knew those two things to be true. "I'll say this, Mouse: if he's half as good in front of the camera as he was in bed with me last night, you'll have your best money-making film in this studio's history..." Given how successful the studio's films were (a given since porn is a universal money-making business) it wasn't hyperbole either. One thing Rebecca prided herself on was her word to Mouse; if she said someone was good, you could literally take it to the bank that they were going to be good....
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Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 21, 2019 3:15:57 GMT
 The Lofts at New Amsterdam - Detroit, MichiganIt was the morning tendrils of light which awoke Rebecca from her night's slumber; turning and twisting in her bed, she slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the morning view - and what a view it is, she mused, running her hand over the naked back of the man lying asleep still in bed, memories of the night's adventures still fresh in her mind. It bothered her more that she hardly knew his name than that he'd hadn't decided whether to come by her boss's adult film studio later in the week but as she sat up and turned to climb out of bed, she saw the bright skies outside and it brought a smile to her face. Detroit's so unlike Glasgow in so many ways, she whispered, but gods, I love this place.And love it she did. Although born in Glasgow, Scotland - and still a proud Glaswegian through and through - Rebecca Ainsley was every much the naturalized American she'd become. Although not a member of the Fools' Dice Club, she was Chief Talent Scout and Assistant to Mouse, one of the club's members who ran Yes Daddy Studios. The name still gave her a laugh every so often but given the monies it brought into the Fools, she didn't mind the name one bit. Her job entailed two principle duties: (1) finding talent (read: actors and actresses) for the Studio and (2) keeping Mouse happy. The second bit was the easier part; the first bit was a lot harder because while it was to find talents for in front of the camera, they still had to perform and it drove Rebecca nuts sometimes at how pathetically stupid some people could be. How hard can it be? she often joked to Mouse ; I mean, she'd say to him, how hard is it for someone to take Item A, insert it into Hole B, perform Action C and get Result D? I mean, what the hell?!?Slipping on a short kimono robe - Rebecca slept in the nude almost every night - she walked the short distance from the bedroom to the bathroom; slipping the robe off and setting it across a towel bar, she turned on the water and watched it steam up the open shower. Once the water was hot enough she stepped inside and began to shower but it wasn't more than a minute or so before she felt someone's arms wrap around her waist. Looking up, she smiled, a wry crooked smile. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" she whispered, leaning into his touch as they began to make out inside the shower, their own heat and steam adding to the steam of the water.....
An hour laterStanding in the kitchen of her loft apartment, Rebecca - once more wearing her kimono, her date having left earlier after one last romantic fling - was sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling through her Blackberry, seeing what the schedule for the day was. That was how she kept things going: you had to have a schedule or else your day would fall apart at the first opportunity. It also kept her mind focused as she took another long sip of coffee, the heat from the liquid heating her up as she closed her eyes and thought her now-gone date, keeping the best parts of their romantic affairette in her memory. That was most of Rebecca's romantic experiences; simple, short affairettes with both men and women that allowed her to sample life's many varieties. It was her belief that life was not meant to be a simple vanilla experience but something of an all-flavors kind of experience. Seeing the time, Rebecca finished her cup and washed it out, setting it down on the cup rack before heading back to the bedroom, the memories of last night and this morning still fresh in her mind. Sliding the walk-in closet doors open, she pawed through numerous sets of clothing before finding something to wear. Setting them down on the bed, Rebecca grabbed a few other items and got dressed, smiling as she watched the hustle and bustle of the streets outside. Doesn't matter where you are, she mused , some things just don't change as she dialed a number from memory and waited for the person on the other hand to answer. "Yeah?" they said. "Its' Rebecca; I'm ready to go. Meet be outside; you got the address," she replied; when her driver asked where they were going, she added, "To the studio; stay within a 15-minute radius, okay?" hanging up and sliding the phone inside her shoulder bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she gave everything a look-over before heading out, ready to face another day in the Motor City... |
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May 19, 2019 23:04:31 GMT
Post by Rebecca Ainsley on May 19, 2019 23:04:31 GMT
x rebecca ainsley NAME. Rebecca Claire Ainsley
NICKNAME. Becca
AGE. 39 years old
BIRTHDAY. 23 June 1979
MEMBER GROUP. Mutant
GENDER. Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual
POWER: Aquatic respiration
STRENGTHS:. Aquatic respiration is the ability to breathe both underwater and in air atmospheres', the lungs' capable of extracting oxygen from the environment and excreting carbon dioxide w/out outside assistance. Think of it in this manner: you're still breathing in oxygen and releasing carbon dioxide, only instead of air being the medium, water is the medium. As for uses? There are a few, namely surviving being underwater for long periods where access to air isn't possible and so forth.....
WEAKNESS: Three weaknesses: (1) Those with this power have complications transitioning from water to air and vice versa, (2) If there are chemicals/pollutants in the water, irritation of the lungs may occur and (3) Once immersed fully in water, mutants with this power have a limited amount of time they can breathe from water before they begin to drown (for most, the time range is between 2-4 hours, though there have been documented cases where mutants with this power have survived for up to 12 hours underwater)...
FACE CLAIM. KT Tunstall
HEIGHT. 5'7"
WEIGHT. 132lbs
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. None other than (1) a set of scars on her right wrist from when she ran through a plate glass door growing up back in Glasgow and (2) a bright Red Hand of Ulster across her back, signifying her Unionist sentiments and (3) the Rangers F.C. emblem on both upper arms, signifying her broad and deep support for Rangers F.C.
OVERALL. A sexy fireplug...that's Rebecca Ainsley in a nutshell; while her height and weight might indicate a stockish kind of figure, she keeps in shape and can pretty much wear anything (though she prefers leather pants, boots and thin blouses). In the looks department, a round pleasant face with bright blue eyes, a slight tan and long black hair frame a figure that can turn heads - male & female - anywhere.POSITIVE TRAITS. Passionate about life, energetic, adventurous, loyal to her friends
NEGATIVE TRAITS. quick to fight, swears like a sailor, hates Celtic FC (and their fans) with a burning-hot berserk passion, depreciatingly snarkish
OVERALL. Rebecca's personality is a mix of American ingenuity and Scottish fighting spirit. She's the kind of person who'd give you the shirt off her back while at the same time snarking at you for your choice of team to support (read Negative Trait #3). At the same time, once you've become friends with her, you've got a loyal friend for life, someone who'll go to the mattresses with you (a/k/a fight alongside you) in a heartbeat if the chips call for it, a trait well worth having when being friends with some of Detroit's Finest Individuals (you know, like the Fools, for instance!).
FATHER. Unknown
MOTHER. Suzanne Ainsley (whereabouts and age unknown)
SIBLINGS. n/a
OTHER FAMILY. mostly back home in Scotland (if still around)
HOMETOWN. Detroit, Michigan
OVERALL. "I'm a Glaswegian, a Unionist and a Rangers fan...so I guess I'm fucked every way 'round, aren't I, Mouse?" Born in Glasgow, Scotland, Rebecca lived but a few years with her mother (her father was an dockman/port worker who vanished soon after her birth) before going into the Scottish equivalent of foster care. Bouncing from home to home, it was hard for her to keep her grades up but two things kept her going - thoughts of coming to America once she was 18 and going to see her beloved Rangers FC at Ibrox on the weekends.
At the age of 18, Rebecca got her wish: she moved to the United States, having received a foreign student scholarship to Wayne State University in the Motor City - Detroit, Michigan. Yes, she did get a Bachelor's Degree in International Politics and a Minor in Communications but she paid for both by using her beauty and looks....well, you get the idea, making more on a weekend as an escort than every week at whatever legit job she could hold.
What changed the path of her life forever was discovering she was a mutant in her mid 30's....after leaving a party one cold January night, Rebecca slid off the road and into the frigid Detroit River; although she was able to get out of her truck, she had to fight to get out from under the ice, a fight that took over an hour. As she sat on the banks of the river, shivering in the cold, it dawned on Rebecca that, given how long she was under the water, she should be dead. Yet, she wasn't and it was because, when her lungs ran out of air to breathe, she was able to ingest water into her lungs without drowning.
At present she currently works as Chief Talent Scout and Assistant to Mouse at his adult film studio, a position she relishes since it lets her look for new talents in front of the camera and keep things in order behind the camera...
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AGE. if you want
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