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He's a tramp, but I love him

Lady & the Tramp Meme

How To Play
- Comment with your character, putting the standard information somewhere in it. You also may want to specify your preferences or where your character would fall for each set of prompts. Some characters may be different things for each: ie, someone like Dean Winchester would probably be a traditional "bad boy" in the first sit, but a hero in the second.
- Tag others! Feel free to use the RNG. Roll twice. First number chooses the prompt set, second the prompt number.
- Have fun and be respectful to others.

1) Every Good Girl Loves a Bad Boy
1. Summer Lovin', Happened So Fast: One of you is straight laced, while the other walks on the wild side (interpret that as loosely as you'd like). Somehow, though, you've come together.
2. Daddy Don't Approve: Your friends or family don't like your partner.
3. Be My Lover but Don't Be My Friend: You're just in it for the sex.
4. Uptown Girl: There's more than just "good" and "bad" at play, here; there's also class differences.
5. Ashamed to Be Seen: You care about this person, but you're rep's more important.
6. Love 'Em and Leave 'Em: You thought you were important, but your lover's just left you by the wayside for some reason.
7. Against All Odds: Somehow, you're standing up to all the naysayers, and you've lasted.
8. WILDCARD

2) Heroes and Villains
1. Love or Hate at First Sight: Pretty self explanatory. This baddie/good guy is a little different than the rest.
2. Got to Have You: The good party's been kidnapped by the bad, for some reason. Is it love, lust, annoyance? Who knows?
3. Stockholm Syndrome: You're the one who's been kidnapped or hurt, but you're falling in lovelust with your captor.
4. Reverse Stockholm Syndrome: You're the kidnapper, but you're falling in love/lust with your charge.
5. Unrequited Love: One of you cares for the other, but it's not returned.
6. Purification: Through the power of love, the bad guy has been won over and changed affiliations!
7. Corruption: Through the power of lust and manipulation, the good guy has fallen in order to be with the other person.
8. The BatCat Scenario: You've both decided to stay on your own sides, but whenever you meet, there's enough UST to power a small city.
9. Bad End: One or both of you have been killed or hurt by your affair.
10. WILDCARD

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You really have no manners. [Jeile frowned. He had planned to try and get lose and make a run for it, but for that he needed more room to move his wrists. And if he were to attempt to escape he had to do so now, before the other's accomplices returned. One person he had a good change of being able to defend himself from, but more people made his odds look very poor.] I did not ask for you to turn yourself in or rat on your accomplices.

I'm not paid for my manners, darling. I'm paid to steal those hard to reach items. [Thinks like hardware, locked up gems, heavily guarded princes. Run of the mill things, really.]

Well, that's a good thing because I have no current plans to do any such thing either. Especially that first one. What's the penalty for abducting members of the royal family here again? I'm betting it isn't a stern slap on the wrist and a quick 'don't do it again'.

You could use your skills for a less illegal purpose. It can't be fun needing to stay under the radar all of the time. [But perhaps the paycheck outweigh the inconveniences. No way he would know as he always had followed the path laid out for him.]

Life in prison. You did not look up the penalty for this before you took the job? What if abducting royalty would be punished by death? Would you still have taken the job? It seems rather reckless to me.

[There was a single slow blink from him at that statement] You really don't get out much, do you? There isn't exactly a legal market for what I do. I'd be even more disposable on a pay roll for official channels than I am now. [It was only a sad truth to a bleeding heart though.]

I look up extradition laws, not penalties. The key is to never get caught, of course so yeah, I probably would have still taken the job. How many people do you know that get to have 'Professional Prince Stealer' to their resume? [There was another smirk from him as he watched Jeile's reaction, more fascinated by what kind of reaction he would show in his face than anything else. He was just taking everything so well, it was almost like he wasn't being held against his will by total strangers so much as have tea with new acquaintances.] I'd love to meet them. Exchange notes maybe. Could be educational and fun.

Only on official business and then accompanied by guards. I'm not given room to move on my own. [Not outside of the castle at least. Of course he knew how society worked. Had to since he one day would be in charge of that frail balance together with his ministers. Turning a blind eye to how his future people lived would then be both stupid and foolish.] Your knowledge in how to get to hard to reach items has to do with you exposing flaws. Many security companies would love to have someone like you around.

[That statement made Jeile snort, a bit of amusement hidden away in it. He really should not take it so easy being kidnapped, but the truth were that nothing really had been done for him to need to feel filled with fear. He had not been hurt and no weapons had been waved in his face and no heave threats had been placed. One warning had been given, but that was all.] I certainly have not met any prince stealers before and I'm sure there not that many spread through the world either. A most risky profession. Not that royalty is much better on the risk factor.

That's not living at all, Highness. [Being alive, sure but hardly living. It would drive Yazoo made personally, but then he'd never had to deal with being cooped away most of his life...Or at all really.]

You don't know what you're missing at all. Besides, I know too many people with families to want to be putting them out of work like that. [He shrugged at that. That it would probably get him branded as a traitor on top of it, despite the promise of regular pay, just didn't seem all that worthwhile to him. There would have to be something worth more than just that to really make him consider it.]

What? You mean the constant threat of assassination daily? Pffft..Doesn't seem to have done you any harm. [Yazoo commented jokingly though even he had to admit that that kind of constant burden would wear anybody down. That Jeile could continue to find humour in his life regardless of how grim it was currently made him like the guy a little more despite himself.]

There is plenty to do at home. [Jeile said that just to cover up how dull he saw his own life at times. He could fully understand that the other did not see it as living, but he had been born into it. That kind of lifestyle were to him normal.]

Well I guess that there need to be criminals around for the law enforcement to have anything to do. I might not agree with your life choices, but it is your life to do what you like with. [A freedom he would never get to taste. His whole life had been painted out for him the moment he had been born. His brother had more options on what he liked to do with his life. To be honest Jeile felt jealous over that, petty as it were being jealous of a child, but he could not help it.

The last part made Jeile give the other male an unamused look and his voice sounded dry.] I have been poisoned more then once, a few years ago I ended up in intensive care after getting stabbed. That incident got kept away from the media. And last year I got shot, the bullet miraculously missing my heart and any other vital spots. The funny thing with all of this is that it isn't me they are really after. They are mad at decisions made by my father and the government. I'm simply an easier target than any of them.

[The tall man tilted his head slightly to the side as he listened to the other's brushes with death and how pointlessly they'd been caused. It was one thing if they were a result of something he'd done but because of other's?

Well, it's not like Yazoo and his pals were any different really in that regard. They'd only grabbed Jeile because he had been vulnerable at the time and less likely to result in a full-scale manhunt as quickly as one would have been rallied if they'd managed to grab the king himself. Still, it made him wonder about other things...]

Has no one ever tried to give you some kind of self-defense training? It might not help against poison or a sniper but still...You should know how to hold your own in a knife fight or..Hell..This. [He stated with a small gesture to their surroundings with a small self-deprecating chuckle.]

[That were the fate of royalty. As crown prince and heir he were basically a political puppet and had been since his birth. He would still be one once he became king, but then he would control his own strings. People approaching him and trying to get close to him solely did that out of own personal gain. Politics were all a big game of power where you never could let your desire for it show.]

Of course I have been through self-defence training and not only that. I would give a demonstration, but I am a bit tied up at the moment. [Jeile still had that dry tone of voice, but he did give a small smirk.]

[That got a low chuckle from Yazoo as he shook his head in amusement.] Shame that but now I know who to see if I ever want to get my butt royally kicked.

[Not that he planned on ever being in a situation where that was actually called for but levity during stressful situations always helped. Plus the prince wasn't giving him a hard time so he could afford to keep the brunette entertained a bit for a while.] So what's going to be on your agenda later? You know, after this is all done and you've turned us all over to the lovely local authority, that is.

[For someone that had no intentions of being caught, he certainly sounded like he wasn't going to lament it much if he were. But then, if he could get into heavily secured places, it stood to reason Yazoo didn't have much of a difficult time getting out of them as well. Maybe it was even a contingency plan?]

You would have to get into the castle first, but you might be able to do so with your skills. I will not be held responsible for what happens to you if you are found out however. [Such light conversation for the situation at hand. Movies he had seen involving kidnapping had a lot of tears and pleading and angry snarls of shutting up. If it wasn't for the ropes this could be just a strange visit.]

Nothing special. [Jeile shrugged as well as he could.] I will pick up my schedule and perform my duties like always, just with the addition of people asking of my well being and me reassuring them of my good health. The only new thing will be the tons of guards assigned to look after me. [And he that so recently had convinced his father and the government that he didn't need that many guards. All that time and effort now turned to complete waste.

Letting out a soft and amused chuckle, Jeile looked straight into the other's eyes, a smile on his lips.] It is funny that I am talking so freely to you. No need to wrap my words in silk or hide how I feel about things. I should be mad at you for kidnapping me, but this is sort of like a small vacation to me.

Deal. [Yazoo said with a grin though what he was agreeing to was questionable. Not that he stayed on that topic for long when there was another opportunity to keep their conversation more amicable.]

Ah, I see you've never stayed in a four star hide-out before. Obviously, we have all the amenities: poor lighting, boarded windows, single chair and a mysterious location. Sadly because of the lack of rats, we keep losing out on that last star.[He gave a small shrug about that last part. No big loss really because who really wants to live with rats in a dark and cluttered building?]

[Jeile actually let out a laugh. What kind of kidnap victim were he to find amusement in all of this and actually enjoying himself somewhat? Yes this wasn't good, but it was still a change from his everyday life and not as stressful as nearly dying.] Unfortunately I have never been able to visit a hide-out before, only five star hotels, but they are far from the same thing. This is a completely new experience to me.

Been really missing out on something special, right? [He quipped lightly as he enjoyed that his prisoner was finding some humour in the ridiculous situation as week. That he had a pleasant laugh was just a bonus.] But do me a favour and don't tell all your friends. Because next thing you know, they'll want in and they'll tell their friends and before you know it the mystery is just gone. Instead we'll just have Hawaiian shirts and those stupid little drink umbrellas.

I look terrible in those shirts. [Yazoo added with a sigh of heavy burden to wear...Or not wear in this case.]

I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. I don't really have any friends. [A sad truth, but it was hard to befriend someone while knowing that they had an agenda for approaching him in the first place. He were acquainted to people, but nothing deeper then that.]

In my opinion, no one looks good in those shirts. They are just so tacky.

[Now that was sad to hear. Yazoo had assumed that there was at least one or two people that even a prince would have considered a friend but to hear there was no one at all?] Not even a puppy or something?

[It was almost enough to make him want to take the poor guy out for a drink. He probably would have if it weren't for that whole little kidnapping hitch.] Geeze, that's rough...[Not that he was exactly swimming I what he would call close friends but there were a couple he could rely on in a pinch.] Tell you what, Highness, when this is all done with. I'll get you a pet...Once I'm a million miles away, mind you. [And really, how hard could it be to have a bird or something delivered?

And at least there was someone else in the place that agreed with him about those shirts. Why it was just assumed that going to a more tropical climate meant one had to pick up and wear a garishly bright and splotched shirt, he never understood.] Thank you for that! I don't know who came up with them but they've done a disservice to everyone with them.

[To get friends one needed to meet new people, but he never went away from the castle on his own so he did not get that opportunity. He only ever met people holding titles.] I do own a horse, but I do not have any pet at home.

Just remember to make sure that it is a pet that can be imported here. [Jeile gave a genuine and warm smile. Gifts were also given with attachment. Politics could suck, but if this man decided to give him a pet then he would look at that pet differently] I will eagerly await and see what you get me.

[Of all the different Hawaiian shirts he had seen one or two had not hurt his eyes and looked somewhat nice. That was not good when it came to such a regular piece of clothing.] I am not a fashion expert, but in my opinion clothes should not make your eyes burn when watching them.

Colours so loud, they make your ears bleed...You know what; that's your real crime there. No one should be able to inflict that kind of visual trauma on another person without some kind of license to wear it. [As if there was ever going to be something like a legalized fashion police force.

Before he could get further into the topic of illegal vacation wear though, there was a melodious ring that made him stand up straight and reach into his pocket.] Sorry. Work call. You know how it is.

[Gallow humour or not, he still took the call as he took a few steps to the side and back into the empty darkness of the room, though not far as his voice could be heard faintly even out of sight.]

Yeah?...Yeah...He's good. Yeah, yeah....Uh-huh....Yeah? What?...No. Fuck no! What the hell!? Who said that?! Are they mental? Send a goddamn video then!...Are you fucking mental then?! I didn't sign up for that shit. No, I damn well didn't. You know what? Fine. I said fine. Do whatever you you want.

[]It went quiet then for a few heart beats before a heavy sigh escaped the dark.]

[It sort of were a peasant conversation to complain about fashion, but it came to an end as the other's phone rang. Well sooner or later that would happen. For a while now he had been able to tell himself that nothing was wrong, but the truth of the matter were that he had been kidnapped.

Jeile listened into the conversation. Even if he would try not to it would be hard to avoid as there were no other sounds to distract him. What the other said did not have him pleased and neither did that sigh. To him this sounded like bad news and that were the last thing he wanted at the moment.]

I won't like what got said over the phone, right?

[Whoever was handling this situation for the royal family was either a complete moron or secretly had an axe to grind against the prince as far as Yazoo could tell. Why else would they have demanded Proof that he was still alive and then insulted the two idiots making the demand?]

No, not really..[He replied with a glum tone as he moved back towards the bound Jeile but didn't stop where he had last time. Instead Yazoo kept walking towards his chair and fully into sight.] It's a shame too since you're a pretty decent guy and all. I was really starting to like you too.

[There was a small grown on his face as he knelt down beside the princes chair to speak with him further. It was easier to see the more subtle changes of Jeile expression from this close as well as how exceptionally handsome he really was; even if Yazoo hadn't known who the other was, he would have still thought he looked like royalty.] There's been some kind of...Let's just say things have gotten fucked big time. They want proof your alive to start dealing and the other two are pissed enough to get petty about it.

[Not really wasn't good words at all at the moment. What had happened for those words needing to be said and for the other to kneel down in front of him? He had kept his distance, hiding in the shadows up until this point, but now he were within full view.]

I see. [Jeile clenched his fists and closed his eyes, thinking about who they could have contacted for things to turn out like this. Defiantly not the king himself. Probably one of those loyal to the queen that wanted to see his brother taking the throne. That narrowed his list of suspects down. There were not that many with a high enough position to be put in charge of a royal kidnapping. This was rather frustrating.] Did they say anything about who they talked to? I could make a call and tell I'm still alive.

[There was a faint shake of his head as he watch Jeile process this bad turn of events. He really did feel for the guy. Sure, he might have a title and a better home then most but Yazoo didn't doubt for a moment that he felt truly alone more now than anything, especially when the people that were supposed to be trying to help him turned around and left him out to dry.] Sorry...He didn't say who answered the call. Just that whoever it was said they wouldn't deal without physical proof he had you. And then shit got ugly..

[There was another huffed sigh from the silver haired man before he placed a light kiss upon Jeile's forehead to offer at least a small comfort then stood once more.] So here's the plan, Highness. You're going to work thilese ropes free, knock me out and run right out of here and to the nearest police station. How good are you at remembering directions? [That he was already moving behind Jeile's chair to start pulling his bindings apart just meant he was serious about letting the other man go. After all, he'd told his partners to do what they wanted but never said he wouldn't do the same.]

[Alone was one of the things he felt, mixed with anger. Whoever that had answered the call most likely had seen this as a perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Wake the ire of those holding him enough and they would actually kill him. He did keep track on those that wished him gone from the throne for a reason. So that their plots would not come to fruition. Now he really couldn't do much.] Political plots at play no doubt. You have no idea how much corruption you can find within the government.

[The kiss made Jeile blink and his face to flush slightly. That wasn't something he had expected, but he wasn't complaining.] Huh, you are letting me go? [It was a bit unbelievable with how much trouble the other man must have gone through to get him. He really must not like the idea of what those others would do to him once getting back here.] I'm good at directions.

Good, because we really only have time to go over this once. [Yazoo said as the rope started to fall away from around Jeile's wrists and arms and he then started to explain the layout of the building they were in, where the exit was and which way to head once he was outside of the building.

Once that was covered, he came back around to face the prince once again.] Use the chair. Back of the head. [Yazoo instructed as he turned and tapped the spot on his skull to aim for.] Hard as you can and don't worry about it. You need to knock me out cold. Got it in you?

I understand. [Jeile listened to the whole explanation, committing the smallest detail given to memory. How intense this had turned ever since that one call, things that had been so calm and somewhat pleasant right before that.

As the ropes started to loosen, he started to wiggle his arms to get them free. Blood came rushing back into his hands and that felt great, or would have if his mind would have bothered to register that.] I do have the strength for it, but not really the heart for it, however I can ignore that for this time. [Freeing his arms, Jeile took one of the other's hand and looked into those mesmerizing eyes.] Thank you for this. And next time you kidnap me let it be for some other reason. A drink for example.

[Letting go of the hand, he picked up the chair, not feeling overly comfortable with having to knock the other man out, but he could see the reason behind why he had to.] Sorry for this. [Swinging the chair, he let it fell down at the spot pointed out to him. With the deed done he simply dropped the chair and ran, following the directions he had memorized.]

I will say yea~

Yay!

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Dun dun DUN~

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Ah, phone tagging. Home of autocorrect hell.

The most horrid of all hells.

And how.

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