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Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

This is the 'there is nothing going on for my character to do, but I want them to do something' thread. Explore a character relationship-just try not to make it into full blown sex, some teasing and touching is fine, but keep all the real action somewhere else, Pms if you want? Just give the implications, I don't want this turning into a sex roleplay. Everything you do here will be considered relevant for your characters after all. Anything and everything can be done if you want to be. -- Located just downtown of East Mega City on the eastern seaboard of the United States, STAT is the de-facto facility for warfighters and their teams, covering roughly the size of four football fields with shooting ranges, swimming pools, gyms and simtech authorized weapons dealers for every need of a team or a free agent looking to keep the skills sharp. Naturally, this place also houses a smaller arena that is designed more for off-season skirmishes, but the occasional crowd is drawn to see their favorites hard at work. Scouts and managers are always milling about, as STAT serves more than just training, it can also house more than a few minor league teams to get them started, as much of their training and matches will take place around the STAT building -- NameNickname Vanessa Kinser Statistics MUS Fair AIM Good FIT Great INT Good CS Fair CHM Mediocre AttireJeans, T-Shirt, Combat boots Weapons1911A1 LocationShooting Range TaggingAnyone A smooth glide of the hand and the 7 round magazine was seated as Vanessa tugged back on the slide as it jerked forward with a satisfying snap . She settled herself into a proper stance and took aim, tapping the trigger as the gun recoiled smoothly in her hands as the simtech round bounced against the holographic target on the chest. The girl was sighted in well today, it seemed..that was good. With a soft readjustment and a small smirk to her lips, Vannesa's pistol roared through the six remaining shots as the target flared up in bright red across the chest and one that winged him on the head. She lowered the pistol a moment, dropping the magazine out to set it on the table with her .45. Hm, she pulled a bit on that last shot..guess she was getting a little rusty without some line of work to keep her busy. With nobody looking as far as she could tell, about the only thing Vannesa could do for work is run security around the complex and shoot. Which got old, fairly fast..but what could be done about that? nothing Vanessa replied somewhat bitterly to herself, but that's how it was at this point.Teams get stripped away, new talent gets put in..old players mill around until something good comes up. Even new talent was getting that way. Ah well, she had money to shoot..that was good enough for now.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNickname Joseph Jakosik Irish Statistics MUS Fair AIM Great FIT Fair INT Great CS Good CHM Mediocre Attire T- Shirt, Jeans, Sneakers, Hat Weapons Beretta M9A1 Location Shooting Range Tagging Anyone Err, quick question Do our characters know each other yet? Irish hummed a happy tune as he entered the shooting range. He liked being a Warfighter. It was expensive, of course, but a few programming gigs on the side helped a bit with that. Not all of it, of course, but enough. Like ammo. He scratched at his beard as he walked up to one of the shooting stalls, entering his Warfighter code in the side panel for the holographic target to pop up in place. He put his case on the counter, opening it and pulling out the magazine and his pistol. He loved this pistol. The Beretta M9A1, with reliability of an ox and quite the kick, even for a nine millimeter. It'd pack quite a punch. Well, in reality anyway. It wouldn't make much of a difference in the Wargames unless someone brought real ammunition into the fight, but that was highly illegal, not to mention irresponsible. He loaded his magazine with the Simtech munitions, just noticing the other person in the shooting range. He and her were the only ones here, but he paid her no real attention. He loaded his magazine into his pistol and pulled his slide back to chamber the round. The racking sound of the slide caused him to smile a bit, before he took on a very serious expression. He needed to concentrate. While he had good aim to begin with, he didn't want to jinx anything by laying off practice. He pulled the trigger once twice in quick succession, letting two rounds fly to their target. Two holes appeared close together, and with that, he let loose the rest of his magazine, pulling with tight groupings in several areas around the chest and three rounds in the head. He looked over at the other target in the area and nodded his head. She was a good shot, even if she winged the head. Impressive, He said to himself, almost a little too loudly.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNickname Ariana Lang Ari Statistics MUS Fair AIM Great FIT Good INT Good CS Great CHM Terrible Attire Black half shirt over-vestcoat. Skorts and calf high boots. Visual Weapons MP9 and a pistol Location Shooting Range Tagging Joseph and Vanessa Ari walked into the building or more accurately the shooting range portion of the building. Stopping in the doorway she scanned the lines, it wasn't as active as it usually was but that suited her fine. Walking over to a locker she shoved her bags into it. reaching into the side pocket of one of her bags she pulled out a small pistol Not my usual but, it'll do for today... she murmured to herself. Turning around she closed the locker with her foot and walked into a vacant spot. Entering in her code she saw the projection pop up and wrinkled her nose a little. It always seemed a little funny to her, that she was shooting holograms...especially ones that didn't move. Shrugging she decided to have a little fun with it, grabbing her pistol she frowned a little. It felt odd compared to her usual choice mostly because it was so much smaller. Shrugging once more she raised the gun and pointed at the target. Bang Bang She shot two practice rounds, and smiled nodding to herself when both shoulders lit up. The gun wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. She'd been carrying this pistol as long as she'd been carrying her MP9 but, she had never once picked up her pistol. She decided it was time she learned how well she could use it. Re-positioning herself she took aim and let off the rest of her rounds in quick succession. Putting her gun down she looked at the target and smiled. She'd made a very nice cross on the body, but a few were a little off. Sighing she leaned back Well....I guess I do need a little more practice with this gun.... she said picking the pistol back up and turning it over in her hand. She looked over at the other ladies and guy's and let out a soft whistle Nice. she said. She felt a warm blush spread over her cheeks, their shots were really good and she felt silly coming in here with them and shooting off her gun like a novice. Even though her shots were anything but, a novice. You could tell very clearly that she'd done a cross, the only problem was the one that should have been in the forehead ended up going through his left eye and the one that should have been dead center chest was a little closer to his stomach. Putting the gun down she shook her head slightly and wrinkled her nose a little once more. She hoped it didn't look like she was showing off, feeling slightly embarrassed she cleared her throat Nice shots you two... she said with a little smile. She wondered if she should practice a little more with the gun and perhaps a little more seriously or just leave and go for that nice swim that she'd really come here for.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNickname Vanessa Kinser Statistics MUS Fair AIM Good FIT Great INT Good CS Fair CHM Mediocre AttireJeans, T-Shirt, Combat boots Weapons1911A1 LocationShooting Range TaggingAnyone Thanks, She replied after a moment, regarding the both of them as she rolled the target in. She had a few guesses as to why they were here too, but she decided to keep quiet a moment as she admired her handy work before speaking again Take it you two aren't hired either? She asked, dusting off the target faintly. No work? Pitiful as it was, here she was loping around with the rest of the dregs. Oh well, that was the way of things some days.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNickname Joseph Jakosik Irish Statistics MUS Fair AIM Great FIT Fair INT Great CS Good CHM Mediocre Attire T- Shirt, Jeans, Sneakers, Hat Weapons Beretta M9A1 Location Shooting Range Tagging Anyone Take it you two aren't hired either? Irish shrugged, bringing his target in. No work? I'm just waiting for someone to put me in a team. I'm guessing you're doing the same? It was a sad fact, but it was a true one. Them freelancers weren't ever put into a team straight off the bat, they had to be brought in by a talent manager and put into a team, and even then, it was sometimes a temporary job until their player got better. Irish looked at his target with pride, before noticing the spaces of the grouping were off, more spaced out than they usually were. Aw shit, He said to himself, taking out his tool kit from his gun case and quickly tweaked the sights on his pistol. He didn't like being off target, even if it was a little bit. Good sights were the difference between winning and losing in their profession. He loaded another magazine into his pistol and reset his target, pushing it to the twenty five yard mark. It was the usual target distance between him and enemies, he had learned. Interesting. He aimed his weapon, letting loose as soon as he had the target in his sights. He pulled the trigger rapidly, putting half his clip in the head of the target and the rest in the lethal parts of the torso, mainly the chest and the center of the stomach. There we go, Irish said to himself. Still, it's only a matter of time until we get picked up. He looked over at the other girl's target. He had noticed her unfamiliarity with the gun, and handed her his tool kit. You probably need to adjust the sights.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNickname Ariana Lang Ari Statistics MUS Fair AIM Great FIT Good INT Good CS Great CHM Terrible Attire Black half shirt over-vestcoat. Skorts and calf high boots. Visual Weapons MP9 and a pistol Location Shooting Range Tagging Joseph and Vanessa Ari listened awhile to what was going on, she didn't mind complimenting others works or talking to herself buuuuuut, when it came to actual conversations and not comments she preferred to keep her mouth shut...usually anyways. Yeah.... she murmured before looking back down to the gun in her hand. Shaking her head she looked back at the target and pursed her lips A little practice.....won't hurt... she thought. Though...from what I've heard several spots in some teams have opened up... she said trailing off So it's only a matter of time before either one of you gets a spot. she finished with a little shrug. She knew it was just gossip about the newly opened spots and she wasn't usually one to indulge in such things but hey, who knew right? It could be true. It was silent again until the guy lit up his target. Ari watched and raised her brow as half or what she assumed was half his clip tore through the target. Shaking her head she brought up a new target of her own. Turning her head to the guy she looked down at the little kit he offered her Hm....perhaps...it's just been sitting at the bottom of my bag since I got it... she said with a little smile. Taking the bag she nodded thanks she said. ahhh hah... she said after a few minutes of fiddling with her gun. Well...I guess now all mistakes are just my fault now. she murmured to herself as she re-assembled her gun. Handing the tool kit back to the guy she smiled and thanked him again. Lining her gun back up she re-positioned her stance and took aim. Her shots were slow and deliberate, hey she was learning to use a new gun, might as well learn to do it right, right? Shooting off her last round she set the gun down and smiled, she had made a very nice smiley face on the head of the target. Turning her head to the side slightly she eyed it and nodding. The shots weren't off and the lines were straight well as straight as one can get with a gun. Shrugging she smiled content with herself, it was a little silly but hey, she was practicing and things had been far to serious for her liking the past few weeks. Ah well gotta lighten up somehow. she said brushing some stray strands of hair from her face.
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

Example NameNickname Vanessa Kinser Statistics MUS Fair AIM Good FIT Great INT Good CS Fair CHM Mediocre AttireT-Shirt, Jeans, Combat Boots Weapons1911A1 LocationFiring Range Tagging Anyone People look, that's about it. Vanessa remarked dryly, fingers drumming against the stand as she watched the two in minor amusement. They took all kinds of course, but they certainly didn't have the look of military experience. Must have hopped in on the thrill of it and made their way to the national level. But hey, whatever it took regardless..everyone needed money and this could be a very lucrative field. Course, it's the off-season..the harder part is finding someone who is looking for a team. she murmured, tapping her finger against her chin in mild thought. Take it you two are out of luck with friends?
Thread: Special Tactics and Training Building

NameNicname Loyal Bancouer Fossoyeur. Statistics MUS Good AIM Superb FIT Great INT Fine CS Great CHM Poor Attire T-shirt , jeans, and running shoes. Weapons Five Seven Tactical semiautomatic. Location Firing range. Tagging Anyone. ------------------------
Thread: Boy Wonder No More (Vash x Freckled_Beauty)

Kori gave a heavy sigh as she looked out over the city. She glanced up at the sky it had been years since she went home to Tameran and wasn't about to goo now. The last she had heard of her hoe was that her sister had taken the throne because Kori had refused a third marriage. She sat on the gargoyle that protruded from one of the high skyscrapers in Gotham. She looked down at the city seeing a few people move about quickly not wanting to be on the streets long. Gotham had always been that one city that would always need saving no matter how many times you cleaned it up. She turned her attention to one street where some stores where. She glanced down at her outfit. She was dressed in her signature purple. She had a simple top that hugged her chest and stopped at her waist. A skirt that allowed her to move just enough so she could kick ass around her waist hung a simple sliver chain loosely. It was more accessory than weapon. Thigh high purple boots with green soles to match her eyes, and finger less gloves. She stood and then dove off the roof loving the feeling of the wind against her face. She opened her eyes and immediately her flying kicked in and she went to see the bit of commotion she had noticed moments earlier. She raised a brow as she watched the new hero string up the villains. the outfit she didn't recognize but she could tell from his swift and fast movements who it was in a moment.
Thread: Boy Wonder No More (Vash x Freckled_Beauty)

Once the band was strung up he stepped back to examine his handy work. He was a little dissappointed that this would be one of his first actions as Red Robin and it was such a small deal. He would have at least like to have stopped The Mad Hatter or Man-Bat for crying out loud! Not just a couple of goons out trying to make some quick cash turning some TV's or DVD players. He signed at the sight, Dick and Damian are more likely to get credited for this than I would. He turned to move on to bigger fish but stopped as his trained paranoia kicked in, he had picked up a tail. Rather than turn and make a big scene to confront the person he continued walking casually while pulling out his grapnel as if he was about to leave. He waited for a moment for the tail to catch up and then quickly dropped the grapnel and whirled around while pulling out his collapsible Bo staff out and fully extended. When he turned he had the staff pointed at what he believed to be the persons head, but he received a surprise instead. He was starring in disbalief at who was behind him. The large mane of flaming red hair and orange skin was a dead giveaway. She was his teammate on the Titans and former fianc to his adoptive brother. Kori? Tim asked. He was surprised to see her this far from San Fransisco, normally she was very close to the tower since that was basically her home. You're a little far from the tower you know? Wait... did Cassie send you here on a mission. The mention of Cassie's name made Tim angry a little. She was once his girlfriend and second in command of the Teen Titans, but that all changed when Connor came back. Tim was elated when his best friend came back from the dead, but when Cassie and Connor saw eachother an old flame had ignited and Tim knew it was coming. A few days later Cassie came to him with an excuse to break up with him that wasn't about Connor, but deep down Tim knew it was about him. Then no sooner had she dumped him she announced that the team should decide on a new leader, she nominated herself and of course Tim was her opponent. The team met without Cassie and Tim to decide but Tim didn't stick around to find out and leaving no doubtedly had a negative effect on their decision to keep him as leader. So now he really did wonder if Cassie had sent her as a messenger or this was just a happy coincidence. He collapsed the staff and put it back in his belt still waitin for his answer.
Thread: Boy Wonder No More (Vash x Freckled_Beauty)

If this how you greet every girl I worry for you future.She said honestly moving the staff from her face and looked him over. Kori brushed a few locks of hair from her face and looked him over. She folded her hands behind her back and walked closer to him. She simply shrugged her shoulders upon the mention of how far from home she was. Well let's just say I'm on a little vacation. She said with a smile. Cassie had been worried about him even though she was continually wrapped in Conner's arms. She still cared about him. Kori wouldn't be able to tolerate her if she didn't care for Tim. You seem rather well despite the new costume. What do you go by?She asked.
Thread: Boy Wonder No More (Vash x Freckled_Beauty)

Tim scoffed at her, If sneaking up is your way of greetin guys then I fear for your future. Besides if you haven't noticed I just finished beating the crap out of people, adrenaline running, detective mode on overdrive, you should be lucky I only brought it to your face and not across your skull. He smiled, something he hadn't done in awhile, as she brushed her hair away and stated that she was on vacation. Well isn't that something we all need? He could sort of consider this as a vacation from the Titans, but that would be lying, it was more like a sabbatical. He looked around the area while they were talking, no further activity that he could see, but he was sure there were more out there, there were always more in Gotham. When she asked about his new suit he looked over it again. Well when you're the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne you kind of have bottomless pockets when designing a new suit. Speaking of Bruce his kid is the reason why I had to change the hero name. Apparently being Robin is a birth right so him being his son was all he needed. Now I go by Red Robin, I know it's not original but it works.
Thread: Boy Wonder No More (Vash x Freckled_Beauty)

Kori laughed lightly. No I have others way of getting men.She said with a smile. Kori rolled her eyes at his name. What is with the bird names? She questioned raising a perfectly shaped brow at him. Though it does suit you. I've always been partial to red instead of black.She said her mind drifting to the night-wing outfit that Dick wore. She looked him over and took a step back before falling instep next to him. She was unsure what to really say Cassie had sent her out there to check on him. Even offer him a place back on the team but she would tell him of that later. Kori wanted to know how he really was.
Thread: I love you Mistress (Gashnaw x Yoshie)

Alexandra miles , a 17 ear old girl who for the past ten years of her life has not had the best time at home. Her mother dying of cancer shortly after her birth, she lived with her father, who, with the death of his girlfriend Losing her virginity at seven years of age, and since then had not spent a day where she could remember where her father cock was not busy inside her or spewing white liquid upon her body. She had spent days where she had run, but would not get far before the cops would pick her up and return her to her father, who would lock her in the basement and have him get a nice blowjob before letting the rottweilers abuse Alex's body. Because of this, dogs scared her, She fears most men and hated cops. It wasn't only her father who would rape her though, Her grandfather would get in on the fun along with her father's cousin and many friends who would pay large sums of money to have the young girls body to abuse. She had been pregnant a few times due to the lack of condoms used and had received a broken arm being thrown down a flight of stairs. Never once has her baby had a chance to live with he father giving a makeshift abortion using a coat hanger, or her grandfathers simpler method which broke her arm in the process. Still the rain overhead and cold wind seemed like paradise at the moment, curled up in a ball on the front steps of a mansion she had discovered, nothing more than a now soaked t-shirt. A cast upon her arm, obviously form another recent grandfather abortion method. Her pussy still sore, along with her anus raw. her jaw sore form an unknown amount of time of giving disgusting men blowjobs, Although the rain washed most of it off there was still some cum in her hair and she had dark rings under her eyes. lack of sleep, extreme hunger and just a lack of nutrients in general showing a rather frail body. In fact the only reasons he ever swallowed was to get something to quench her thirst even if the salty semen made her thirsty all the same. Although shivering form the cold she crawled to edge of the stoop cupping her hands to gather rain water, something other than semen o finally drink. It really did taste much better than semen as well. The simplest thing such as this was truly delicious. A small smile crossed her face as she went back curling up against the door. Freezing but strangely pleased, just a drink of water had made her happy.