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Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV The young Marine could not have been older then her early twenties, the dog tags around her neck saying she was only 21. Her face, though a little cut up, still held her youth and her bright eyes still held that strong spirit. Her hands and lower arms held cuts and scars....but not made by the crash...did not make her seem like the type to do paper work. Maybe she worked on the helicopters she had been flying in? That could be useful information if they could get it out of her later. It was clear by the look in her eyes she was thinking about taking the cigarette, her mouth opening slightly to take it from the pack. Why not. If she did not die from lung cancer in the next few weeks she knew these guys would most likely kill her. Eyes going back to the officer as he spoke, No. She was part of a MEDEVAC unit that had made base a few states over from this area. It was not common that they came this far into what the enemy had taken over.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV The officer reached out, lighting the cigarette that she had taken. He took a slow drag from his own smoke, exhaling in a long, slow sigh as he looked the enemy over once more. Not much for the conversation, yes? He took another long drag, obviously taking a measure of pleasure from it. American, good yes? He leaned back forward, the barest of grins coming to his face. You want more, radio? Food? Drink? Come, just ask, it is all you must do.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV It took a few puffs on the cigarette before she remembered she did not have her hands free to take it out her mouth. Trying her best to move it to the side of her mouth so she could let the smoke roll from her lungs and into the air before her. She was hungry, and could do with a cold glass of water...but she would not ask him for anything. She knew it would come with a price later on. As for his question about not being much for conversation the Marine could not help but answer, I don't chat with the enemy. Even less when you shot down my helicopter and tied me to a chair. But thanks for the smoke. Moving the cigarette back to the center of her lips and took a few more puffs.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV The man leaned back as the marine answered. But rather than get angry, he started laughing. A deep, soft chuckle that came form deep within his belly. He stood back up finally, towering over the marine as he started to walk in a slow circle. He stopped behind her, close enough to her that if she tilted her eyes and head up she could just barely see him. Enemy, his hand reached down, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. There are no enemies here. There is just you, and me. And no mention of the medic, who still waited silently to the side, away from the two and thier little first meeting. We need not be enemies here. We are merely soldiers, the same, his hand trailed down her neck, resting on her shoulder, gripping it softly. If you want... we may be enemies. We may not. It all depends upon you, your choice. Just to emphasize his point, he grip shifted slightly. He squeezed tight upon her shoulder, and coincidentally was pressing his thumb into one of her newly dressed wounds, putting on enough pressure to make her feel a bit of pain without tearing open the wound.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She did her best to try and watch him as he walked around her, Well we are sure as hell not buddies. Her words a little bitter. A slight chill going down her back as she felt him touch her neck and rest his hands on her shoulder. The cigarette falling from her lips as he pressed against the wound, a small cough leaving her as she choked on the last of the smoke in her lungs. A slight moan of pain leaving her as she let her head fall forward. Trying her best to hold back a cry of pain. Sure he did not press hard but still it hurt like hell. Fuck you, words more like a whisper as she closed her eyes, waiting for him to let go or to do something else.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV He let go after only a sharp short press, and circled back around in front of her. The smile was gone now. Fuck me? His tone was played up to sound wounded, though a hint of the chuckle from before remained. He took another drag on his smoke, heating up the cherry before he plucked it from his mouth. With one swift move he put out the cigarette on the marine's exposed stomach. He kneeled down again, at eye level to her. If she wouldn't look at him, he'd reach out and hold her gaze up. You want to do something? You want to strike me? You ask, that's all. Ask and I'll release you.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She could not hold it in when he pressed the hot amber into her exposed stomach, a mix of a scream and cry of pain leaving her lips. Her body jerked around, trying to free herself but in the end only hurting herself more as she reopened a few of her gun shots. It would take a few minutes before she calmed down, a look that could kill playing across her face as she looked up at the officer. Sorry so short on my lunch brake
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV No worries. Da. The pain, is good no? Remind you that you still live, the man was giving the marine a cocky half grin, just the right side of his mouth upturned. He let that grin come back in the face of her killer's stare. His hand slipped down to his side, towards the only weapon the man had brought into this cell, a standard field knife. You want to, yes? You want to take this and plunge it into my heart, perhaps slit my troath like a pig? He drew out the blade slowly, twisting it in his hand when it was free, letting the sharp light shine along the moving blade. So close minded. No vision, no acceptance, no manners. Just a crude, brash American.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV Just keep in mind who attacked who, Her voice low almost in a whisper. But the truth was....she did not really know who had started the war. Sure everyone had heard about that weapon, but like so many other soldiers she did not care about the damn thing. Fighting more to keep their loved ones safe then anything now, after all they where loosing ground and Canada's borders had not been opened to civilians refuges yet. Even though the governments where close to coming to some kinda understanding. Her eyes following the knife, but every now and then looking up at her capture. How could he called her closed minded and could he really blame her for not accepting him...after all his troops did shoot her. She really had every right to be angry in her mind.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV The man chuckled again as she spoke back to him. His knife twisted in his grip, and he brought it slowly towards the marine. The flat of the blade was exposed to her, no pressure applied behind the blade as he brought it towards her chest. It was quite cold. And he traced it along her curves towards her burn. And you killed my men, and supply criminals who murder in the night, the capaint countered. He drew up closer to the captive, nearly 4 inches from her. There was the scent of the captain's dinner still lingering about him, savory spices and roasted meats, just a hint of something else a bit sweet. Is there something you want? he asked in a quiet whisper, one that could not be heard by the medic.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She had to admit she was hungry and the smell of food did not help nor did the case of dry mouth she was stating to get. Her body hurt, her eyes seemed some what heavy. Yet, even when the officer came close to her and asked her what she wanted she could not help but answer, Nothing. God she would be a lovely girl if she was cleaned up, and was not so banged up. She looked like she took good care of herself, skin still soft even after all she had been threw. Dark brown hair kept long even if it was a little knotted and because he was so close he might be able to see how bright her hazel eyes really where. She smelt somewhat like blood and burnt fuel, both that could be washed away. But it was clear that she still thought that he and his men where in the wrong. After all they where the one attacked them on there own shores....well every one had attacked them. All because of a few men that made a weapon.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV The man breathed deeply, but refused to move back even an inch. Defiant for the sake of defiance, he whispered back to her, you are hungry, thirsty, it has been a long time. You will cramp up here and slowly starve. He finally pulled back from her, his face softened as he stood back up. His blade went back into its sheath. What victory do you think you'll achieve in pain, discomfort, and starvation?
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She seemed to brake down some, giving in a little, Because I know everything that I get now is going to come with a price later. Do you really think I think your keeping me here out of the kindness of your heart? Sooner or later your going to want questions answered and well your not going to get them from me. Do you really think I feel sorry for the fact that my men kill your men when ya'll attacked us on our own shores of something that over half the people in this country dose not even get you use or really know about besides the little bit they hear on the news. So how about this...You know I'm not going to give you answers, I know I'm not going to give you answers.... She stopped mid way threw her idea. Just now remembering something, What happened to the rest of the men on that helicopter I was on? Maybe she was just at the bottom of the list for questioning....
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV Ah, Little Bird, Little Bird, he couldn't help but chuckle at her outbrust. he shook his head slowly as he started pacing around her chair again, circling slowly as if he was a shark and her a diver hiding in her little cage. He let his right hand trace along her shoulders, across her back, across her clavicle as he did so. Your comrades, were not so stubborn. Names, caches, hideouts, units and stockpiles. My men are out there right now, the first reports coming back, success bringing the war criminals to justice. He leaned down close to her ear as he paused on her left. He whispered quietly to her The pilot, he cried like a little girl, begging me to spare him. He fcould not wait to divulge. He pulled back up slowly, You, Little Bird, are merely a distraction.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She could not believe that. No she worked with those men....one of them even saved her life. They would not given in so easy. What had they done to them to make them talk and would they do the same if they needed more information they what they got from the others. This worried her or more like scared the shit out of her. Even biting her lower lip as the officer touched her. Trying to look away as he grabbed her head and whispered into her ear about the pilot. She most likely knew him, most likely flew with him a number of times. But it was the last comment that got her, A distraction? What kinda of distraction was more of the question and for who. Hell if the others where dead they must have though she was dead as well. After all she had been in worse shape then anyone else if she remembered right.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV Da. A distraction, an amusement to pass the time, he finished whispering to her. He stood again slowly, his hand removing itself from the corporal's body. He took two slow paces forward, keeping his back to the cpative now, seeming to talk to the door, bolted and secured. Little Bird. I do not like you, or your people. Soft, childish, expecting everything, not a lick of civilization, his hands were clasped behind his back, his posture arrow straight as though he were deliviering a formal report. His tone was even and measured, devoid of the distaste he held for the subject at hand. I have gleaned what I need from your weak, decadent comrades. You, I shall take my time with. You I shall enjoy. You are the little hobby between dull paperwork and progress reports. Nothing more.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV It seemed that his words stuck something in her, the Marine not saying a word. A clear look of worry and almost fear on her face. Knowing if they really did get all the information they needed from her comrades there would be nothing she could say or do to stop them from doing what they wanted. She would have nothing to barter with when it came time for this officer pursue his so called Hobby as he called her. For the first time really she let her eyes move from the man that was standing before her and look at the locked door. No one would help her now if she called out for someone to saver her, reality smacking her in the face. Hell she didn't even know where she was. With her luck she was down deep into enemy calmed states. Troops to busy trying to hold off the invading armies to worry about the POWs that the enemy had taken for right now.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV Da, so you start to see Little Bird. He turned his head slowly, looking back over his right shoulder towards the captive. He couldn't help but allow a sly smile to creep onto his face. A short phrase was barked out in his native language, the medic from before coming over toward sher, making sure her wounds would not get infected, and that she would last through the night. As necessary he'd clean and redress her wounds. I will give you a moment to consider, just what sort of hobby you wish to be. With that, he barked out another phrase, the bolt slammed back, the door opened with a heavy squeel of rusted, metal hinges. Cold air rushed in from the hall beyond, flooding into the cell.The captain and the medic stepped out, one after the other, just to have the door slammed closed behind him, the bolt driven back into place. Muffled words were exchanged, and the sole, naked, bright bulb in the room winked out.
Thread: Russian Hobby(Onica and ArcturusV)

Re Onica and ArcturusV She could not hold back the shake her body gave way to when the door was opened and the cold air filled the room. Not knowing really what the officer meet when he told her to pick what kinda hobby she was going to be. Guess she would find out soon enough. It was not like she was going anywhere when the door was shut and darkness filled the room. If only he knew how scared she was of the dark and small closed in rooms like this... Oh fuck this... she would say to herself, loud enough for someone to hear her if they where listening. Pulling and fighting against the chair she was tied to. Head turning in every-which-way trying to see something but only darkness welcomed her it seemed. The cold air that now seemed to fill the air made chills run down her flesh. Then again it might just be she was going threw that funny moment when you can't help but pick out everything that was wrong with the room around you.
Thread: Boys Will Be Boys... [MxM]

OPEN CONTINUING ROLEPLAY Plot Damien King matthunter is an 18 year old high school senior. Standing at 6' 2 tall, and carrying jet black hair, muscular build, and tan body, he catches the eye of all the girls. Yet, he's not really into them. Being a star baseball player, Damien loves the attention he gets from his buddies, and everyone in the school, but unlike some, he's not an egotistical jerk. As well as his humility when it comes to his talents and skills, he is also quite shy around most people, except for some of his best friends, who are also on the baseball team. With the loss of his father almost a year ago, Damien has been constantly struggling with many questions. He can't seem to figure out who he is, what he wants to do, and who he is supposed to be with... Today is Damien's 19th birthday, and its just a few days before a big playoff game against the Texas City Cougars. We start in the locker room following baseball practice. Several of the team members have already changed and showered, leaving Damien alone with his best friend. Styleof Roleplay In-Depth Character Development, Slow in terms of romantic progression... realistic and serious, but also a bit teasing. Please abide by this style. Thank you! Please only participate if you PM matthunter first and gain his permission. Thanks! ---------------------------------------- START OF ROLEPLAY
Thread: Contractually Bound [Echo19]

Modern cities were still strange for Tarif, but he knew his way around and how to work things. Nothing was ever too hard for him to figure out and maybe that was an advantage of his kind. How he missed his youth though, even though most who laid their eyes on him would think he was crazy for such thoughts. True he looked like he was only around twenty years old, but his age stretched back further than most modern languages. Actually problem back before most written text. The only thing he owned from those times hung around his next. However it wasn't something Tarif was proud of, more like detested it, hated it with every fiber of his being. The silver necklace held a round pendant that laid against his chest. With the circle was his full name in Arabic calligraphy and made out of gold. To make matters worst, he was a dull piece of jewelry at that since he was use to gems and diamonds and the finest silks. Instead a piece of silver was his until the wrong person came along. But don't get him wrong, he loves who and what he was, but to think that this piece of jewelry could forever bind him to someone was a horrible thought. Tarif was fine nowadays since no one alive knew his kind existed, that they actually walked the earth. The odds were slim and no reason for him to worry about it. So for now he would just relax and enjoy his freedom and limitless power. With that in mind, he took a seat on a bench to enjoy the people walking here and there. How odd it looked to see them working towards nothing. He rose his hand towards his mouth where a ice cream cone appeared within it. Vanilla ice cream on a chocolate cone with sprinkles and chocolate syrup on it. Tarif loved the new foods though and that was for sure. There he sat while making sure not to spill any of his food onto the black silk button up shirt he wore matching the black jeans and tennis he wore. He figured all black was the best way not to stand out in this world. Not thinking that eating ice cream while sitting on a bench in the middle of winter was an odd sight. The cold didn't bother him like that, especially when he could set himself on fire or even change the course of the weather if the all white annoyed him.
Thread: Contractually Bound [Echo19]

Mandy was making her way out of her house,bundled up in a semi-thick coat,a scarf,mittens,and boots.She shivered as she was welcomed with a cold breeze that chilled her to the bone,even with her warm clothing on.As she descended her porch stairs carefully,aware of the ice that had formed over night,and then made her way down the sidewalk,spotting a couple kids in their yard building a snowman,but other then that there wasn't many people out and about.She didn't blame them with this cold weather.No one could enjoy being out here,and yet here she was. Soon heading towards the park not far from her house,she raised her head to gaze at the snow covered town,and when she was about to lower her gaze once more she managed to spot a man,seated on a bench.At first she thought nothing of it,until she looked closer and saw he was barley wearing clothes suitable for the cold weather,and not only that but he was eating ice cream.She was sorta curious,but then thought maybe he was just insane.But with her attention being on the boy she failed to notice the patch of ice ahead of her,and once her foot came in contact with the slick surface,her feet slipped out from underneath her and she found herself falling backwards,and barley managed to catch herself before her head would have hit the concrete.And then noticing the pain in her wrist,she grimaced and craddled it,guessing she must have sprained it.
Thread: Contractually Bound [Echo19]

Tarif slouches down in his seat while extending his feet out in front of him. His legs were crossed at the ankle as he just enjoyed the pure white that the snow brought. It reminded him of the sands back home, but of course without the intense heat. And then there was the fact it was falling in his face which he didn't like, but it could have always been a sand storm. He much prefer this over that and he didn't think he would be changing his mind. This century or the next. The clear and serene view soon was interrupted when Tarif heard someone crunching the snow under their steps. He was halfway through his ice cream when he noticed the figure heavily bundled up within her warm shell. A smile came to his features when he got the urge to mess with her. Sadly god or faith bet him to it, watching as her footing gave out underneath her. He could have helped or prevented it, but that would have exposed him. Plus he was still enjoying his ice cream and he didn't feel like rushing through it. Brain freezes bother the immortal as well. After popping the last piece into his mouth. Tarif rose from his position and made across the snow until he came to the side of the person. You okay Ms? He found himself asking as he kneels down beside her and looked over her form. If she got up too fast she could only serve to injury herself even more.
Thread: Contractually Bound [Echo19]

Mandy was still cradling her hurt wrist when she heard someone speak,and looked up to see the man whom had been on the bench.She nodded her head briskly and cleared her throat as she used her other hand to push herself off the ground,and stand back upright.Uh...yeah.I-i think so. she stammered out as she looked back down to her wrist and grimaced in pain.I think I sprained my wrist. she muttered softly with a frown.She was still amused,and curious to why he wasen't dressed for the weather,and how the cold air didn't seem to bother him at all.Glancing back to the ground she licked her dry lips and brushed her hair out of her face with her good hand.She just hoped this was a sprain after all,and that it wasn't in fact worse.She didn't want to have to go to a hospital.
Thread: Contractually Bound [Echo19]

Tarif was glad to see there weren't any bones poking out of her flesh, that was a relief in itself. He wasn't that worried until he realize that the person was actually a female, a cute one at that. It wasn't exactly the perfect time to be hitting on girls nor the perfect situation seeing that she just fell and hurt herself. For her sake he was able to keep his composure and merely smile at her. At least thats all you have wrong. He said like it was nothing. For him it may just be that since he could always heal it anytime he wanted. Sadly for him to do that for her would leave him exposed and questions would surely begin to fly. Tarif looked her over to make sure she didn't have anything else wrong with her, merely just glancing at her. He should have looked underneath her hood but he didn't know the first thing about first aid. Come sit down and relax. He told her while motioning over to the bench he had just left. He would hold onto her to make sure she was balanced and to ensure she didn't fall a second time. Why are you out in such weather anyway? He asked her since it made no sense to him. It shouldn't though since he didn't know anything about her. Maybe she just liked the cold and was enjoying herself. Tarif personally preferred nice sandy beaches and if it wasn't for the fact he wanted to cool down for a bit, he would have went right back there.