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Thread: Tarak Tales Shake-down: Terror Down Below!

Cersei nodded and left the bar, heading back down to the guild hall to check her chambers for the package. It seemed she was in luck, a case with her name on it containing what she had been waiting for was sitting on her small bed. She opened it up, revealing a broad-bladed hand-and-a-half sword. It was ornamented with tiny jewels and the hilt was plated gold. Her overseer would be furious to see how vain she had been in comissioning this deadly piece of artwork, but that's precisely why she had bought it. The blade itself was made of folded steel and made to have a purely ornamental wavy pattern. The scabbard, being far less spectacular was made of a simple hardwood with weaved leather straps made to wear across the back. Cersei put the blade into its scabbard and slung it across her back, the hilt pointing over her left shoulder, then she cinched the strap tight before heading to the mines to meet Chay and Koh.
Thread: Tarak Tales Shake-down: Terror Down Below!

On the way out of the Guildhouse, one of the younger Wizards, barely a tracery of tattoos across his forehead and cheeks rushed past her in the corridor. Did you hear? They think Stonesmasher and Shieldbiter are back! He paused a moment, noticing the weapon on Cersei's back, and looked a touch disturbed, but then went charging on. Within the Tarak Guild, the relatively common dwarven names of Stonesmasher and Shieldbiter had special connotations. They were a pair of dwarves with a twisted relationship who delved a bit too deeply into unsavory aspects of Entropics and others. The Guild knew they were moving a bit too close to the ancient warmagics that had brought about the Night Plague, so the two went rogue together almost a century ago, obliterating their tattoos and destroying parts of their amulets. They were legends, and not in a good way. Rumors had them summoning more Plague monsters, or working for the night breeds, or plotting some demented revenge, driven insane by their experiments. The next wizard, a matronly halfling Cersei was reasonably friendly with, was more forthcoming with information. Apparently, a short time ago, someone had sold a piece of jewelry to a pawnbroker, and a browsing wizard had today seen it and recognized it as an actual disfigured amulet. Guild records had just confirmed it once belonged to Arran Shieldbiter. If Shieldbiter was indeed back in Tarak, somehow, then Wurra Stonesmasher would not be far behind. It may have been just a coincidence. In fact, a sensible mind would pray that it was. But it was unfortunate that this news came right around the time of the mission.
Thread: Her sisters Secret [Zero & Lunar]

Aislyn peered up and sighed softly as she rolled over onto her side, her eyes peering up and over to the clock on her night stand that read, '144 a.m.' She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she rolled over and onto her back for a moment. Her head turned and she looked over to see her sister in her bed, not sure if she was asleep or awake. Aislyn was young at 17, almost eighteen. Almost a senior in high school, though now it was summer vacation for them both. She moved as she sat up, her blanket falling down and pooling around her thighs as her hand rose up and brushed through her hair. She sighed and turned, stepping out of the bed. She stood tall at 5'8'', her hair dark chocolate brown and her eyes a deep ocean blue. Her skin lightly tanned as she wore a white tank top with a pair of black laced panties. Her stomach thin, flat yet lightly toned. She slowly walked across their room and her knee hit her bed and she cursed under her breath though she sighed and pushed her blanket up and sat down, crawling into bed with her and she rolled onto her side, looking towards her. She was sure that she was probably still awake as she had problems with her...futaness. You awake..? she whispered.
Thread: Southern Comfort (shadoweclipse)

Eric stood motionless as the malevolent laughter filled the air while the two panic induced adults attempted to plead with the furious woman. He had barely anytime to even morn his parents passing along with all of his own possessions as the state had picked him up before even a small funeral could be held. His mind was spinning and numb and this little incident was only adding to his trouble. Guns were a simple part of society and a boy of his age had held and used one numerous times. But the fear of having one pointed in his direction was a knew one. Especially by the woman who was to be his new guardian. This woman confused him oh so much. While he could never recall her the few times she visited in his youth, and he mother refused to give out an information on her own sister. The rare times the topic would come up she would immediately hush the boy telling him that it was nothing he needed to worry about. However know perhaps some warning would have been useful for what to expect. He was not even sure how or even if he should greet her. She was a wealthy dignified woman and his aunt along with his new and only family, so his manners told him to look her in the eye and smile politely and give a warm greeting. Yet his instincts told him to continue looking at the ground and avoid looking at her or the weapon she wielded with a stance giving the impression that she knew how to use it...well. He debated in his head as to what his options might be staying with this woman who would treat him like another common slave, or go to the state. Unfortunately, going to the state meant two things. Either be placed in a factory where death was always itching to take another child soul, or being thrown out into the streets and left to fend for himself and die in a gutter. No matter where he looked it seemed death was his only option. Oddly enough the one with the lowest risk was the option that included the crazed rifle holding woman. He braced himself expecting a gunshot or even a slap if his instincts were wrong but he could not force himself to look away from the ground at her feet as he finally spoke. Y-Yes Ma 'am, I can work, Im not used to it but I can try
Thread: Southern Comfort (shadoweclipse)

Annabelle was glad the boy had manners. Manners enough to look at the ground and address her as 'Ma'am'. That was a good start, but she was lying about the whip. It was her ultimate motivational tool. Smiling just a hair, she lowered the gun away from the small crowd. You could see their obvious relief as well as Samuel's. He honestly thought he was going to have to cut up a city worker and feed her to the dogs. Wouldn't have been the first time, but it sure did make him nervous. Unload whatever garbage that comes with the boy an' leave up awn the porch. I'll have that brat pick it up later. she said at the two adults. And you, boy, if you do any less than what I tell ya to do, I'll be sure to mark ya good to remind ya always. You hear'n me, boy? she said getting down from the buggy with Samuel's help. She uncocked the gun and placed it back in the buggy's cargo area. Samuel, without a word, got back into the buggy and drove the dapple stallion around the side of the large home, towards the barn. He sure did have something to talk about with the other farm hands, but that would have to be later. Mrs. Beauclair would expect him back at the house soon to help Ellie May with dinner. You could already smell the cornbread cooking from out in the yard. Annabelle watched the two adults remove anything belonging to the boy. She hardly cared what his name was. It's not like she'd used it anyways. She never liked her sister since they were small children and her harbored hate and angst would be directed to her only son instead. The older woman smiled at that thought of what and how she would go about enjoying this strange revenge of sorts. Ya'll are free to leave. I'd do so with the utmost attention to time and speed. she warned them. She would be glad to see the tail lights of their new fangled automobile leave her estate. Looking back to Eric, she pointed to around the side of the house. Go to the barn and find Arthur. Tell'em yer new and yer lookin' to work. she ordered him. She didn't want to socialize with him for long. It would me much better to get his hands good and calloused.
Thread: Southern Comfort (shadoweclipse)

Eric nodded as her words sharply hit his ears as she demanded him to either work for her or learn the painful sting of a whip. He could already feel the low feeling of being a slave as she placed him on the same level as them and would not even call him by his own name. He could not change his mind now. He could no longer see the dim light from the automobile. He was now stuck on this large plantation. He had hopped that wherever he went he would feel at home and even some sympathy. His family had died less then a week ago. Within the course of a few days he went from being a model white teenager in a pleasant town. Now he was being sent to the barn to find slave work to do and wearing nothing but old cloths given to him by the state. That is what consisted of his belongings, one suit case with worn out clothing given to him. He tried to think of where the barn would be. He had seen the buggy go around behind the house so perhaps that would be one place to look. He wanted to ask just to double check where he was going and who exactly he should be looking for. He then just nodded softly again as he kept his head down. Yes, right away Ma 'am... he softly spoke as he walked down that stairs. His steps were small and his movement was sluggish. His internal anguish was keeping him from noticing the slow pace.
Thread: Southern Comfort (shadoweclipse)

Eric would eventually find Arthur feeding the various livestock Mrs. Beauclair kept on her estate. He was dropping hay off to the few horses she owned. Hearing footstpes approaching, the one-eyed negro turned to regard the noise. Looking the boy over, her raise the scared eybrow over the crude eyepatch covering his left eye. Ya look down, city boy. What you doin' lurkin' this ol' barn? The old nag in dat house up yonder'll have yeh shot if'n she finds yeh skulkin' round her parts. he said tossing another section of hay to the dappled stallion that pulled said nag. Closing the small window-like door to the manger in the stall, the negro dusted his hands and looked at the boy. As Eric explained his new position, Arthur shook his head. She dun sent me refuse an spects me ta make some grand fancy pie outta yer hide. Dumb ol' witch... he cursed. Looking back to the white child, he handed him a rake and pointed to the stalls. You goin' to muck'em out. Take it over yonder... he said pointing to across the large yard to the garden area, ... an' be puttin' it wif the other piles of manure. Yeh got me, boy? he said picking up a broom to sweep up the hay on the ground. Arthur would watch and instruct the boy how to much stalls, groom a horse, and properly turn them out for the night when the dinner bell was rung. The negro and Eric would make their way to the home, but only on the back porch. She dun let me eat in'er house no mo. Dun like me much, but keeps me around 'cause of Sammy. She gots a thing for him, but dun yeh say nothin' bouts it, boy. Lest you wantin' a whoopin'. he said eagerly chowing on the dinner of chicken stew and yeast rolls.
Thread: Southern Comfort (shadoweclipse)

The boy sighed heavily as he held the rake and looked at the disgusting piles. He wanted to resist doing this awful task. But he knew that being new would cause him to have to do the worst tasks. He also knew if he denied doing any tasks asked of him, that insane woman in the house would punish him personally and find some of the scariest enjoyment from it. He sucked up his pride and began to shove out the feces into the manure piles that he was ins instructed to place them. He followed him up the hill as he took a plate of the food. It wasnt too bad and for being a slave it was actually very good and generous portions of food. He was exhausted and his arms were sore. He wondered if the work shift was over for the night, where is it that he would sleep, would he always be treated like this? He had trouble understanding the large negro who stood before him everytime he talk to him. He tried to listen as best he could whenever he gave him any instructions. He slowly began to comprehend him easier as he sat on the small porch and ate his food. Who is Sammy? he asked as he took a bite from one of rolls on his plate.
Thread: cheerleader challenge! ( all filled up~! )

a group role play, featuring Detox, KradNogard, WhiteStar, Raiden, Beware Goreville, and AtomSmasher.
Thread: cheerleader challenge! ( all filled up~! )

Lovley introduction pic there dear. If anyone want's to make the first post, go right ahead. First come, first serve.
Thread: cheerleader challenge! ( all filled up~! )

ooc Thank you Krad. . I guess that means I'm posting first.listu
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. I see what you did thar.
Thread: cheerleader challenge! ( all filled up~! )

OOC Whee can't wait for the first post.
Thread: cheerleader challenge! ( all filled up~! )

There were just so many difficult things to being a cheerleader. For instance, the ability to be able to be a spotter and a flyer, or maybe even a flyer, base, and a spotter. No, this female was a flyer. The girl that got tossed in the air and was able to do a tight, coordinated flip before landing in a supportive nest of girl's arms. Why yes, that was miss Sonnie Monroe here. Chewing softly on a piece of Hubba Bubba bubble gum, the sour watermelon flavor was starting to fade away, the female walking to her sixth period where just yesterday, she had brought up a toying idea to the football players and cheerleaders that dwell within that class. Truth be told, no one else really mattered as far as Football matters went, because really, what was the point of telling a nerd about something like that? She hadn't really thought anything of it, although today being the day of the big game, evidently a few of the football players had taken her seriously and a set of her friends were not too happy about the 'If they win' aspect of it. Apparently, sex was only better if you showed a bit of leg and flashed something rather than it being out of a joking bet. Rolling her light brown eyes up to the ceiling, the curvy figure of the cheer leading captain moved down the hallway, smiling softly at a few 'Hello's from freshmen who upheld their name in a rather annoying way, still chewing silently on her gum. Blowing a bubble once she reached the economics class, it might as well have been a free, easy grade, despite having to constantly and randomly bring books to class, the fire haired girl glanced out the large windows, the April weather just begging for the football game to start. Full lips pouting softly, Sonnie moved to her seat, knowing that soon enough she would be surrounded by her friends, her smooth legs crossed just lightly and she ignored the stares that were directed toward her. Sonnie was a catch, a different sort of catch to say the least. She was a red head, a natural red head, but it was a vibrant red, with light brown eyes and freckles splashed across her upper cheekbones, her lightly sun kissed skin was thanks to the hours upon hours of cheer leading practices called on weekends. Cargo black shorts that stopped at the middle of her thighs, there was an impatient tick within her as she popped her gum for the umpteenth time since it had been in her mouth.listu
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Masako had gotten into school early that day to finish up some chemistry homework she was working on as a project for the class she had in 4th bell. She??d heard about the bet Sonnie had made with the football team from one of the other cheerleaders and was absolutely furious about it. She??d been that same towering fury for most of the day even her friends were starting to avoid her until she managed to begin to calm herself down. Masako was your standard military-family brat type with a body that left a lot of the boys in the school drooling after her but rumor had it that she was a closet lesbian. The rumors weren??t true of course but she also hadn??t been seen trying to win anyone over. She strode down the hallway toward her sixth class of the day with Sonnie and a few of the other cheerleaders the group were usually friends and hung out together afterall. But this ??bet? of Sonnie??s had gone too far. And Masako had been harassed more than once since then about it, a few football players eyeing her and high-fiving. Adjusting her knee length honey blonde hair into a high, oriental styled ponytail, she walked into the classroom and made her way to her seat next to her friends??. Today she was in a jet black halter top that was barely constraining her very large bust and vietnam-era military fatigue pants with combat boots and fingerless gloves. ??Sonnie. Why did you make that bet?? She asked in a deceptively mild tone of voice. ??Because if you got us all screwed over because of it, I??m really going to be mad.?
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Britney could just kill that bitch of a so-called friend named Soonie. Was the girl absolutely bonkers? That bet she made with the was going to be the end of her reputation as the good girl, the one who didn't make bets with football players that allowed them to do whatever they felt like after they won. She knew that the only thing that ran through teenage boy's minds was sex, especially when they got to do whatever they wanted with three hot cheerleaders. Now nothing was confirmed with the bet, no one had actually even mentioned the word sex, well at least not to Britney they hadn't. The girl wasn't stupid though, she knew what was going to happen, or at least she was pretty sure. Either they were going to get fucked or they would have to be involved in some childish prank the football players did every year. To be honest, she'd much rather have sex with them than be involved in that stupid crap. She strolled nervously down the hall, her breaths coming in short and her bottom lip practically bruised from how hard she was biting on it. Normally she would be twirling her dirty blond hair between her fingers, laughing and flirting with a cute guy near his locker, but not today, not when she knew that her reputation was at stake. Britney wasn't exactly a saint, not by any means, but she didn't have sex unless she was dating the person she was going to have sex with, it was just something her mother taught her. Her mother always said if you're not dating the man, you're a whore. Britney would take that piece of information to the grave. She walked into Economics class with a scowl on her face as she stared at Sonnie, dropping her books on her desk and crossing one leg over another, her shorts barely covering her upper thighs. Accompanying the shorts was a skintight t-shirt that had a pricey label written right across her breasts and a pair of black flip flops. I could just slap you silly, Sonnie. She whispered to the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. I still can't believe you made this stupid bet with the football players. You know what they want if they win, I even told you what they would want. Her voice seemed to continuously grow in volume. They're practically undefeated, we're fucked, literally. She rolled her light blue eyes and played with her chest length hair nervously. It was obvious that Britney shared Masako's feelings on this whole bet and was not too pleased with the whole ordeal. listu
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??Undefeated. Pah!? Masako let out, crossing her arms under her breasts and leaned back in her chair and put her boots up on the desk and crossed them at the ankles. One of the benefits of wearing long pants was that you could do this without anyone looking! Masako had in mind to try and drug the QB or another key position on the team to try and make them lose. She was already figuring out a plan for doing it too involving some sedative or laxative poured into their Gatorade. She couldn??t just let this happen, she really had no interest in sex at all, period. The entire prospect of it actually scared her tremendously because if her mother found out her family??d promptly disown her. They lived by strict rules and one of them was not to fool around before marriage, or if they did always use protection. ??Maybe we should screw them over first?? She grinned at Britney.
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Of course, there was always a few negative reactions to something that had only been a joke, continuing to chew calmly on her gum as Masako stormed into the classroom and tried to butcher her up. Tugging only lightly at her sea foam green off the shoulder shirt, the red head only looked up once when Masako spoke of her being really mad if the end result was her totally proving to everyone that she wasn't a lesbian. The girl was a good friend, and Sonnie held nothing against lesbians, but it was a question that should be brought to the table. Not speaking because she knew there would be more complaints to soar her way, it was as though right on cue came Britney, her flip flops making that annoying noise as she walked in. Chewing softly onto her bottom lip, the threat to slap her wasn't what got her, no it was the fact that no one evidently had any confidence in perhaps the football team wouldn't win. Sure it was a fat chance, but wasn't that what a bet was? Alright, Sonnie had totally had enough of this cry baby complaining nonsense, You guys just can't take a freakin' joke, can you? That was the first thing to come out of her mouth, looking between her prude friend and her well. . Borderline lesbian friend. Sonnie let out a soft sigh, leaning forward against her desk to blow and pop another bubble before re - crossing her legs, Look, it's not that big of a deal and EVEN then, have some optimism girls! The other team, is just as good as ours is, just as practically undefeated, With this, she looked over to Britney, her wedge heeled sandals brushing across the ground as she shifted in her seat. Sure, it's not optimistic to hope our team loses, but think of it this way. . Pausing again and looking around the room, Sonnie pointed to a male near the corner of the classroom, his face looking like a pizza that had been thrown around in the box far too many times, Would you rather get screwed by a bunch of him and his friends, or at least someone you know? That was a valuable point. No offense. Sonnie called over to him, smiling brightly when he said 'None taken' he was simply excited that she had acknowledged his existence in the first place. Evidently, just by the look on Masako's face, she was plotting, Sonnie rolling her eyes and knowing that she was going to go down fighting, and it would be a damn shame, so much of a shame that she would never hear the end of it, if Masako did wind up with a dick somewhere in her. Keeping herself from snickering at the thought, Sonnie spoke up again, So shut the hell up complaining. I mean Jesus, if it bothers you both so much then let's do something about it. We're cheerleaders. We have more access to their shit then anyone else. listu