Ember looked around the place she would be calling her home for a little while, Mordhaus, as Charles Ofdensen lead her to her room, 2 duffle bags at her sides. "And, uh, this would be your room miss Ember." Charles told Ember as he stopped at a black painted oak door, metal accents on it and a diamond doorknob, Ember smiled at Charles. "Thanks Charles, I'll be out in about half an hour for dinner with the band." Ember told Charles, who smiled at the girl before leaving her alone. Ember smiled thinly at his back before turning the doorknob and rushing into her room, closing the door quickly and took in her new room.
The room was already filled with stuff to her liking, and her clothes were already inside the closet. The ceiling was a sleek reflective black marble, the walls were covered in blood-red fur wallpaper with dark silver carpet. Her bed was a black heart-shaped 4-poster water-bed (type in "Heart-Shaped 4-poster water-bed single track" into a search box if you want to see it), silver lace bed sheets, fluffy black pillows, and a button on the bottom of the bed frame to where a person will quickly come in and switch the water-bed part for a regular bed if she wanted it.
She had a black table vanity (with mirror and lights), a few vases filled with black roses, dark blue curtains that covered the window, a dark brown desk in the corner that was about 5 feet going both directions of the corner (where she would draw and come up with ideas before going to a room where she does a large-scale for the picture/drawing/set design), a few lamps (Asian Oriental TableLamp-Japanese Cherry, Japanese Floor Lamp - Akida (leaves), la luna fiber crystal lamp, and other lamps like those), and then 3 doors one that lead to her own bathroom, another to her closet, then the last to a small closet that held all her art supplies.
Ember sighed as she went over to her waterbed and dumped the duffle bags onto her bed, before looking at her reflection in the mirror of her vanity. She was wearing a tight-fitting black shirt that had random neon paint spatter on it, bleached ripped jeans, dark red leggings, black combat boots with chains on it, black skull earings, black lace finger-less gloves, and a heart dagger choker. Her bangs was pulled back a bit by a single silver sword hairclip.
On closer examination you would see the silver eye shadow, black eye liner, and clear lip gloss that she just barely used.
After looking at her pocket watch (search "pocket watch silver metal steam punk pendent gingernonutsbits", it's the one with a heart) and saw that she had thought for about 10 minutes. "Guess I better go meet these bitches." Ember grumbled as she stuffed her watch into her pockets, the only thing that she hated about her job was who she worked with.
Yeah, she knew that Deathklok was the biggest badasses in the world apparently, but she HATED metal! She thought that most metal music was just loud screams that held no artistic value or anything like that...So yeah, she basically hated her work...But the pros (ex; the money, the housing, the touring to name a few) outweighed the cons (her hatred of metal) so she decided to try to work this out. Quickly Ember walked out of the room, closing the door behind her as she did and locked it with a key (she had asked Charles to give her a key to her room, that way no one but her (or him in case of emergencies) could enter) before walking down the hallways.
Ember walked into the Dethklok Conference Room and saw each of the 5 members of Deathklok and Charles himself, who smiled at her. "Boys, this is Ember. She will be the artist for all your album covers and will be designing your sets." Charles introduced Ember, who nodded her head to the boys before leaning against the wall behind Charles. "A girl working with us? Woooweeee" Toki chimed happily, Murderface looked at Ember like a piece of meat. "Keep staring at me, and you'll die tonight." Ember growled, a russian/german accent hinting into her voice, causing Murderface to blink a bit before smirking.
"Oh? Heh, and how are you gonna do that hot stuff?" Murderface asked as he continued to stare at Ember's ample chest and luscious thighs, before he looked up to see a gun pointed at his head. It was a polished fine-tuned Apache revolver, golden with dark brown metal accents and a single blood red ruby on the hammer of the gun part. "Don't call me hot stuff, dip shit." Ember growled, the rest of the band members laughed at this while Murderface scoffed. "Ember, please, no threatening the boys." Charles told Ember, who looked towards him.
"I already stated in my interview that if I get pissed off, I'll react in a violent manner." Ember told Charles, who sighed at this. Why did he get stuck with the difficult-to-work-with people? Why couldn't he have gone with working at a nursing home or somewhere that wasn't filled with musicians or artists? "You know what, I'm going back to my room, peace Bitches and Charles." Ember stated as she hit her revolver by slipping it into her boot (after putting it into it's knuckle-duster form), walking out of the room without looking back.
"She seems...Nice." Pickles said in the awkward silence, Skwisgaar laughed at this. "Nice? *scoffs* Sure, shes really nice." Skwisgaar sarcastically said, Toki looked pumped suddenly. "She sures is!" Toki chimed in happily, Nathan sighed a bit at this. "What's wrong with her anyway? Does she, like...Hate us?" Nathan asked Charles, who blinked at the question. "She just...Hates metal." Charles slowly said, before a loud argument erupted from the group. It was crazy really, seeing how most of the boys actually hated the idea of someone hating metal.
Ember sighed as she whipped the sweat off her forehead, ever since she had came back into her room she had been working on clay models of the boys by using what she remembered (thank goodness for her photographic memory) and through a few internet pictures. The clay figures were on a transportable marble station that she could switch out with either 5 other marble platforms or a wooden platform. Laying back in her newly installed (about half an hour into the work the crew came in an installed it) neon dark blue (from the ceiling) hanging bubble chair, the silver chair inside was nice and soft.
There were, in total, 10 clay figures on the desk. 5 were with the boys just in their regular clothes, then the other set was when they were in concert make-up with their instruments. The figures were each colored and were about the size of Ember's hands (a bit smaller than Pickle's hands). Just as she was about to make dolls of the boys (think stop animation dolls) a knock was heard from the door. "Come in." Ember called over her shoulder as she stood up and stretched only to blink when she saw Pickles in the doorway.
"Uh...I said you can come in, no need to stay in the doorway like a ditched pup...Also close the door will ya? I don't need Murderface to come in here." Ember said as she went over to her art closet and got out some mini hair for the dolls, she heard the door close shut as Pickles walked inside. "Wow, nice pad ya got here." Pickle said as he looked around the room, Ember could hear him going towards her desk. "Thanks, I asked Charles to let me make my room." Ember replied, before she saw over her shoulder Pickle looking over the clay figures.
"Your pretty good at dis." Pickle plainly stated, earning a small chuckle from Ember as she walked back to the desk with the doll equipment. "Thanks, its kind of what I do as an artist." Ember explained as she sat down and lifted the marble platform containing the dolls and placed it into a holding station, before placing a wooden platform into the station and began setting up her equipment.
"Listen, Charles said that you...Uh...Like ta drink." Pickles began, at this he saw Ember cock an interested eyebrow towards him. "We gots a few more beer cases, and I was wonderin'...If you wanted to drink wit' me?" Pickles asked Ember, before watching as Ember suddenly went towards him and grabbed his hands. "Let's get drunk." Ember whispered before dragging a happy Pickles out of her room (locking it of course) and he lead her to the kitchen.
After a "Few" Drinks
Ember was laughing as her face was red with a drunk blush, Pickles was the same as he sat beside her. "A-Aaaand Murterface got hit wit' sherry blombs." Pickles said through his laughs and drunkenness, Ember just continued to laugh as she took another swing from her 17th beer. "Y-You guys are hi-LARIOUS!" Ember yelled in a drunk fashion, before giggling as Pickles started to take off her choker and began to kiss her neck. "What the fuck are you dooooing?" Ember asked, before she moaned as Pickles dropped his bottle onto the kitchen table and wrapped both arms around Ember's waist, pulling her up onto his lap.
"You ta-aste like...Fruit." Pickle said in a dazed fashion before going back to kissing Ember's neck, the girl just moaned as she wrapped her arms around Pickle's head and forcing his head to go closer to her, which he happily complied to.
Morning
Pickles groaned as he laid in bed and blinked when he saw a person who he was using as a pillow. "Ember?" Pickles whispered as he looked at the topless girl whose dark blue lace bra was a bit ruffled due to Pickles sleeping on her chest. Pickles' mind was as a blank. How much did the 2 of them had to drink? A sickness fell into his stomach as he realized that he had been sleeping with someone who hated metal...
Yet after a moment Pickles actually looked at Ember, and that sickness kind of melted away. Her hair made a flame effect around her face, her lips would have put any super model he knew to shame...And her fucking boobs. Pickles didn't have to think another thought before he stuffed his face into the soft mounds of skin. It was like hugging a fucking feather pillow that had been drenched in softener...
As Pickles continued to rest his head inside the mound's crevice he soon realized that Ember was slowly starting to wake up. In a panic Pickles got completely off of the waking girl and turned on his side so only his back was facing Ember. After another minute or 2 he heard Ember grumble awake and felt the bed shift as she sat up, after mumbling something in German she got out of Pickles' bed. After what sounded like a shirt being picked up from the ground before feet trailed to the door, which opened quickly, before being shut as Ember walked out of the room.
All the while Pickles' heart was racing, oh dear lord what would have happened if she had found out what he did to her only minutes ago? She pulled a gun out at Murderface for looking at her wrong...He (Pickles') had gotten her drunk and basically groped her chest.
After what seemed like eternity a hand hit Pickles' door, before Nathan came inside. "Hey, dude...We're eating now...So hurry up." Nathan grumbled before leaving Pickles' in his own thoughts as he realized something, he would have to meet Ember face-to-face to eat...Yeah, he was fucked.
Ember grumbled as she fixed her shirt, which was wrinkled. What the fuck had happened last night? How did she end up topless in Pickles' bed?...Where could she get some more alcohol? The last question set itself into her head as she unlocked her bedroom door and entered her room, before closing it once she was inside and locked it. She was still in her clothes from yesterday, and her clothes were drenched in the scents of clay, paint, beer, wood, and Pickles' room.
After walking towards her closet and laying an outfit on the bed Ember began to undress, and turned around to deposit her dirty clothes in a laundry basket beside her closet before redressing. Once she fixed all her clothing (and put her revolver back into her boots) she looked at her vanity mirror to fix anything she couldn't plainly see.
She was wearing a dark rusty red long sleeved shirt that had slashes in the shoulder and arms, a black long sleeved shirt under that, a heart dagger belt, dark blue jeans with some neon dark green paint splatter at the bottom part of the pant legs, her signature boots, and black leggings. She was still wearing her hairpin from the day before, yet raised an eyebrow when she couldn't find her choker around her neck, and instead found a dark purple hickey.
"Okay, something went down last night." Ember whispered to herself before sighing and placed a gothic metal choker around her neck (search "Alchemy Gothic Mircalla Bat Wing Black Heart Choker fallen angel" it's the bat wings kind) before unlocking her door and stepping outside the boundaries of her room. Once in the slightly cold hallways Ember locked her door again before walking down to get some breakfast...If those bastards didn't have any coffee made, they better hope she runs out of bullets quickly.