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Automat Mods ([personal profile] automatmods) wrote in [community profile] aumemecomm2019-07-13 10:08 pm

Film Noir

FILM NOIR
Femme fatales. Grizzled detectives. Shady mobsters. Crafty spies. Conmen and mysteries galore. This pessimism soaked genre is always ready with dramatic shadows, strategically lit smoke, and trench coats everywhere. It doesn't matter whether you're the good guy that just can't catch a break, or the seemingly innocent love interest itching to shoot them in the back. What matters is that you won't see the twist coming, no matter your alliance.

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turnanythingon: (The image takes its shape)

[personal profile] turnanythingon 2019-07-27 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
When she walked in he had his feet up on his desk, as he flipped through something on his phone. Business had been slow of late. Or at least, the business he was interested in, anyway. He was slow to look up when the door opened, expecting someone else. But when he laid eyes on her...well, a number of things passed over his face. It started mostly with the dress, as he was more accustomed to seeing something of that sort in particular videos on the internet. It ended at her face as he tried to place why she looked so strangely familiar.

That was pushed aside, for the moment, when she spoke. Then he had on a warm smile as if it had always been there. He tucked away his phone and had himself properly seated behind the desk. "That depends on what they're saying."
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[personal profile] thelamia 2019-07-30 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, from what I understand, you're a charming man of mystery, and have quite impeccable taste as well." The breezy way she said this made it impossible to tell if she was being sarcastic or sincere. She pulled out a decorated cigarette case that had a hand-painted design of a mermaid combing her hair on it. She deftly took one out and placed it between her lips before pulling out a matchbook to light it with.

After inhaling for a moment, she spoke while the smoke curled from the end of her cigarette. "Now, shall we get down to business or exchange more pleasantries?" Despite her general appearance and attitude thus far, there was a look in her eyes that said she was far more on the ball then the blonde bombshell act would lead one to believe.