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Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Teyha obeyed every command given without pause, her jaw clenched tightly shut as she tried to avoid the notice of the soldiers around her. She had not spent long under the care of this troop before the attack, and barely even knew most of their names. All the same it seemed the commanding officer put a lot of the blame on the female officer... Ghost, if she remembered correctly. She frowned slightly, concerned about just how much stress they were putting on the young woman, while expecting her to be able to function like any other soldier there. The contradiction grated Teyha's nerves, and her eyes flashed in agitation, but she didn't say anything... After all, it was her insubordination that earned her this disgraced position to begin with. Teyha stayed close to the side of the soldiers, standing near one particularly twitchy man who started mumbling under his breath as he held his weapon up. His finger twitched over the trigger, touching it and moving away. Teyha flinched with every movement, almost positive that he would pull down at any second, and shoot at those in front of him... But it never happened, instead he started rambling about eyes, looking around the group with a mad look in his eyes as he took a fetal position on the ground, huddled with a finger over his muttering lips. Teyha shivered, half wanting to comfort the disturbed man... But what could she do? What could she say? She hesitated for a moment, and sighed, convincing herself that anything she could do would only make the situation worst. Silently she moved past, and bowed her head as she followed the soldiers. Another man darted forward, gun raised as he pushed open the door to a building they would use as shelter. Teyha tensed, waiting for fire as people rushed out, but to her surprise there was no one. The soldier waves them forward, and Teyha nodded, hurrying close to the ground as she darted inside. Wait for dare 3
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Brody Parker was moving quietly through the street, sliding in and out of cover as it presented itself. The rest were ahead of him Spaight, Demo, Markstrom, Angel and that damn Ghost. The women were in the middle of their loose formation, trying to be as quiet as possible. Parker had taken the tail of the column so he would make sure they werent being followed, something he didnt trust Ghost to do after that fiasco earlier. Shed been on watch, protecting the entrance to their hideout and had moved off, supposedly to investigate some sound. Only, she didnt find anything when she left her post though the rest of them sure did. The enemy had been watching them and took advantage of the gap in their defenses her movement presented and they attacked. In force. It took all of their firepower to repel the attack but they did. Unfortunately, they also lost 3 soldiers and Claire, Parkers girlfriend. He was seething inside, pissed at Ghost for her negligence on the jobor what he perceived as negligence. So he took the back, afraid that if he were up front, hed likely want to kill her. When the call came to take cover, he dove for the first cover he saw and took up position, watching their back while making sure the women were safely tucked away. He couldnt tell what was going on up front but it looked like a pretty heated argument. He wasnt moving though. He job was to guard their six and he wouldnt leave his post. That was for others on his squad to do, as shed clearly already demonstrated. Finally, the group up front seemed to sort itself out and he waited quietly, still scanning behind them. When the two shots sounded, he smiled and turned, watching the group begin to move into a building on the side. He motioned for the women to move ahead and he followed. He saw Ghost crouched off to the side as he approached and he paused next to her, his look deadly. About time you did something right he spat at her. With one final glare, he slipped into the building, leaving her to follow.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Okay start the posing order
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Spaight got them all into the building and sighed. Gentlemen, he said looking at his men as they gathered in the main room of the building. I want you to get this place secured. The first floor is to open. But the holes in the floor give us a good way to keep it monitored. The second floor is where we'll sleep, and make camp. That way if someone comes in, we'll know it and have preset defensive positions. Once we're secured in here, enjoy yourselves. Ladies, if you are interested in thanking these men for saving your lives... I won't stop you. In fact, I would appreacate you being appreactive of them. I will be in the steeple using the radio trying to get through to higher command, he said sighing. So break out the communications gear you're carrying and hand it over. I hope we have enough batteries and antennas to set up a decent communications array to get through. Once you guys have gotten this place secured, he said looking at Ghost. Ghost you are to come up see me in the steeple so we can discuss you being out of position. Anyone who knows how to cook is to set up for KP, he stated. When food is ready get it passed out to everyone, Ghost will bring me my meal whene she comes up to see me.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

She took the flicks and the looks that the others gave her when they entered the building. The girl and Demo seemed like the only two that where not holding anything against her. She could not really tell what Markstrom was thinking. That guy was just not right in the head anymore, in truth she did not sleep well with him around. Not knowing when he was going to just snap and going on a rampage. But Parker. She was sorry for what happened to his girlfriend but it was a war zone. If there was a firefight everyone had a chance of dieing. It was not like Ghost was the one that shot her. So as soon as the comment left Parker's mouth she shot back, Go to hell, Maybe your girlfriend's waiting. Walking into the building just in time to hear what Spaight had to say. Her eyes narrowing some, she did not want to go talk to him tonight. No, she wanted everything to cool down some before she talked one on one with anyway. But unlike Angel she would not be the one to no listen to an order. Yes Master Sgt. Letting him know she understood what he had said. Looking over her shoulder to see if smoke was coming from Parker's ears yet after her comment about his girl friend.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Angel takes a long, Drawn out sigh at the whole situation. What madness has he gotten himself Into this time. He proceeds to take off his bullet proof vest as he was not on lookout duty for the moment. A careless action, for who knows when an enemy might strike. But that was just who he was. Well, as far as the cooking goes count me the hell out. My entire life I had someone to do It for me. So the best I could probably do was put two pieces of bread together. He shrugs just a little bit, patting Ghost on her shoulder as some sort of comfort for her as she walked by. And he takes a few steps, walking past Parker, and taking his girlfriend's dogtags off of his neck. Placing them In his hands. I kept them for you..they dont call me Angel for being heartless. and offred parker abit of a smile, before walking over the wall and sitting down Next to Tehya , resting his back against It.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Parker came to a dead stop, rocking back on his heels from the words that came out of Ghosts mouth. He was pissed at her, wanted to throttle her in fact, but his anger was justified. Shed moved out of position, plain and simple, and it gave the enemy an opening they used. Sure, they might have attacked anyway, and he might have still lost Claire, but it was made a hell of a lot easier by her actions yet she didnt seem to get it. That comment, that cold, callous, comment was filled with so much hate for him he was stunned. Join Claire in Hell? His Claire? Sweet, innocent Claire whod never hurt a fly? Oh, Claire definitely wasnt in Hell but he was going to be there in just a few minutes, for the cold blooded murder of a fellow soldier. You fucking daughter of a whore he said, his face bright red from the anger that was flying off him in waves. You fucking left your post! Your post, soldier. I dont give a flying fuck if you heard a noise or not. Your job was to guard that doorway and you walked away from it. You cost three good soldiers their lives, and Claires too, and you stand here and tell ME to go to Hell? Oh, Im definitely heading there but youre coming with me too. He reached into his belt and pulled out his combat knife then, nothing but her throat in his sights. Hed taken two steps towards her when another soldier spoke. The words had nothing to do with him or Ghost, being about food, but they succeeded in breaking through the rage that had overtaken him. In that instant, he realized what hed been about to do and stopped himself. Looking down at the knife, then up at Ghost, he shook his head. Stay the fuck away from me Ghost. I wont be responsible for my actions if you come near me. He turned then, coming face to face with Angel, who handed him a pair of dog tags. A glance down showed they were Claires and Parker felt tears form in his eyes. He closed them, blinking rapidly. Thanks man he told Angel. I appreciate it. Realizing that he needed a distraction in that moment, he turned to Spaight. Ill handle dinner Master Sergeant. Heres my communications gear. He handed it over and then began to gather what he needed to prepare the meal, his years as a hunter who had to live in the woods while out, coming into play.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

His lips were still moving, but no noise came from him as the near killing occured. Daniel felt himself rocking back and forth, just a few inches but the movement seemed to soothe him, his twitching subsided just as the yelling died down and the fight averted. His gaze dropped, watching the legs and feet of the woman standing near him, and walking past. He followed every bit of movement in the room, watching the light shine off the dogtags, the comm gear handed over, the confrontations. His hands clasped tot eh side of his head, his left still holding the pistol, as he tried to block out the noises they all were making. He was still rocking back and forth, his breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. His heartbeat was so loud, so very loud, it was all he could hear in his ears. He clasped his hands tighter over his ears. He was shaking his head slowly. His lips were moving, but no sound came out. His eyes screwed shut tight, his body tensed up, every bit of his gaunt frame seeming to tighten up. And suddenly, it stopped. The man stopped rocking, his eyes opened, the dull sound of his mumbling started up again. His hands released from the side of his head. The pistol remained gripped tight, the man using its barrel to tap out a slow, steady beat on the floor. His breathing calmed down, and his right hand reached into one of his loose fitting jacket's pockets, rummaging around slowly. He was still muttering.
Thread: Scars of War: The Long Road Home

Spaight got up into the steeple and started setting up the radio and tried to raise the command and sighed when he couldn't get through. The enemy was still scrambling the frequences. He sighed as he got comfortable after setting up the image intensifiers and night vision gear. The motion sensors were amazing. The two micro-UAVs with their cameras were ready to be deployed. He started workign with his toughbook to manage and oversee what their control stations would see was set-up by the time Ghost arrived in the steeple. He looked at her and sighed. You really fucked up, he said softly as he patted the spot right beside him. Parker wants to kill you, Daniel is... Fucked up. He's about to snap. I'm going to have to tell the others if he does start to snap. To shoot him dead before anyone else get's killed. I need you, he said looking at her seriously. Not just as a... Cock warmer. But I need the woman I asked for on this squad. I need you to do as your told. Are you going to take my punishment, or theirs? And remember if I tell Parker he can do anything he wants to you... He just might kill you. Or rape you out of spite. Me, he said looking at her as touched her arm. it'll be rough. But not rape.
Thread: A Dark House.

Welcome! I was wondering when you'd pop in! This is an open RP. Follow the TOS to the forum, plus please no harrasment, or spamming! I'm not going to yell at you for being a tad illiterate, as I sometimes am. ---You've been on a journey. Whether it be across the universe, or next door, or just across the valley, or country. Only the sun will light this land, this lake, and plain. A woody forest surrounding this quiet, and calm residence. Only the sky and trees will lead you here, as tall hills encase the vast stretch of plain the house resides upon. A trail from the forest will lead you here, a roof you shall see from the skies, kept company by the nearby dock at the lake. A lantern glows in the window, welcoming visitors. It is accompanied by a white cat, small, and frail. As you come across the entrance, the door will creak open, a warm wind inviting you in. The cat leaps across in front of you, dissapearing into the shadows. Stepping forward across the threshold, your foot seems to encounter solid stone. A vast staircase climbs downward, and into the belly of a mansion, shrouded in darkness, and curiosity. Three of the permanent occupants that live here will arrive shortly. The fourth is awaiting inside. Climbing downward, you come across a maze of tunnel work, leading to open rooms, and further staircases. Some even, leading upward. Most of the furnishings are handmade, of wood, silk, cotton, and steel. The walls are dug out of the very earth, laid with stone. Raw entrances join to a makeshift door, which leads to a fully furnished room. You may take this one, or continute on to find another place of residence if you wish. Upward will lead you to a grand hallway, leading on to the main furnishings of the residence. Windows allow you to see the plain, as the rooms are set inside the hillside itself. From afar, this land looks barren, a small shack it's only company. If you wish to venture on throughout the mansion, you may. Spirits are available, to anyone who pleases. If you wish to set up camp here, please feel free to add rooms, or events to the main post. Just let me know if you need certain comforts, like a sparring room, or whichever. I can update the post with new additions later.
Thread: A vote of Dominance

Are you dominant? Or submissive? Which one? And why?
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You should add more poll options. Like Switch leaning more towards dominant and switch leaning more towards submissive. Also, if I purchase you will you do my laundry?
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typical girl response, lol.... yep. sub.
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Ilovegoatse said You should add more poll options. Like Switch leaning more towards dominant and switch leaning more towards submissive. Also, if I purchase you will you do my laundry? Click to expand... If you have online laundry I sure will And as for more options... I will think about it reallly hard...
Thread: A vote of Dominance

Switch - Directly in the middle. It depends on my mood and the person to tap into my Domme or my Submissive natures.
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Dom... not going to lie. I can play a sub but being a dom seems to be more enjoyable to me on so many levels.
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Let go peeps! Come vote! Why is Dom more enjoyable?
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Switch
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submissive o3o sometimes
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M3lll1c said Let go peeps! Come vote! Why is Dom more enjoyable? Click to expand... Power Goddism Goddism Kewl Kewl pwned !
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I am a submissive straight male. D
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I'm very domineering which I guess startles some guys. Never have I ever thought of myself as a sub. I'm the boss, I make the decisions, I take control, I initiate everything. Dom and proud. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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iKitten said submissive o3o sometimes NEVER Click to expand... LIES.
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Hmmmm I picked submissive, but that is only sexually. I like being dominated by a man in the bed room... or the shower, or kitchen counter, or a dark hall way clears throat But in everything else, I am headstrong and dominant.
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I am a very, very lazy dominant.
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i can be very opinionated. tho i don't judge ppl if theirs differ from mine, hahaha. and i usually keep pretty quiet about my own thoughts if the subject is overly touchy. BUT.... yeah, bedroom. submissive. i bite and scratch back tho and will initiate and what not. plus, i have been known to roll my 'other' over onto his back and... hehehe. but it kinda ends there. idk. something about being 'man-handled' i guess. but i don't like the dominance to be too over the top. a little pain, but not too much. and certain kinds are better than others. i think the only time i can be dominant is when blades are involved. but even then, it's not really a dominance thing. can't explain it.
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--Hahvoc Requiem-- said Switch - Directly in the middle. It depends on my mood and the person to tap into my Domme or my Submissive natures. Click to expand... I'm the same with Hahvy. I have some Domme sides I keep under wraps P My pets know my Domme side very well xDDD
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iKitten said submissive o3o sometimes Click to expand... Lies! Oh, wait, tiny notes now read. But Hahvy is more correct in her correction. I'm Dom, but I'm not aggressive about it. I'm copacetic with just about anything, and just interacting socially, I can be or act however. Actually, when it comes to writing, I could conceivably play any role, but the only one that does absolutely nothing for me is malesub. I have zero interest in it, just personally. Playing femsub, I at least get the imagery I'd enjoy if I were topping. I have a better grip on why people might be submissive than I do as to why I feel like I'm Dominant. I don't necessarily get a huge thrill out of exerting my power although, no lie, there's a little of that, sure. I think I get the best satisfaction out of eliciting the reaction I want out of my subject. Having them helpless, at my mercy, and then using that authority to bring them off... that gives me satisfaction, like a good shepherd feels satisfied when the flock makes it home safely. Otherwise, it's the femsub imagery that really arouses me. How I'm wired, I suppose.
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Submissive ever since I learned that boys could tie up girls, hard core ever since I found the Story of O stuffed underneath my boyfriend's book shelf and dug it out.
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It won't let me submit my vote but I'm submissive a total sub, I can be a tease and aggressive sub but I never can dominant.
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Sexually, I'm completely submissive. I like dominated in the bedroom, probably because I've always been attracted tofascinated by fictional creatures that are primarily dominant, ie, vampires and the like. Outside the bedroom though, I'm very headstrong and stubborn, when in arguements, I tend to have to have it my way. Most people think red-heads are dom, given our stereotype of dom, bondage, and whatnot, but I'm definitely a redhead that leans heavily into the submissive.
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Sub I have a few dominant moments, but I think they're few and far between that I don't fit a switch either. This makes me realize just how many sub males there are though... OO
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I hear about a lot, and it's apparently very popular over in Europe, from what murmurs I hear on the fetish scene, but on this site, at least, not too terribly many of them. So you ought to be popular!
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I consider myself a switch, I suppose, leaning more towards submissive. I'm not a very aggressive person usually and prefer to wait for someone else to make the first move.
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I am switch leaning towards submissive.
Thread: The Babysitter (Watari x TortoiseShell)

Moooom! Where are my keys?! Cassandra's voice echoed through the house, and she stormed through the kitchen, looking for her car keys. She was already running late, and this seemed to be a very inopportune moment for her keys to disappear on her. She sighed as she sorted through the mess that was the kitchen counter. Despite having just cleaned it last week, the place was a mess, yet again because of her mother. Sometimes, she wondered who the adult was in the house. Finally, she spotted them under a copy of yesterday's New York Times . Yes! she said, excited to have found them. She screamed, Never mind, I found them! I'm off to babysit, and I won't be back for a week! Bye mom. She was slightly miffed that her mom didn't even want to come down from her room to say good-bye to her. But then again, she was probably in the zone . Her mom was an author--and a pretty famous and successful one too. However, this meant that she often spent hours at a time, shut up in her room, waiting for inspiration to strike for her next book. So, Cassie had learned at an early age how to take care of herself. The whole neighborhood knew that she was the most responsible teenager in town, and so, anytime parents needed a babysitter, it was her phone that would ring. Not that Cassie minded it. She loved kids, and babysitting provided her with a steady flow of cash for her own needs. However, this was the first time she would be staying at someone's house for a week. The kid's mother was out of town, and the father didn't know enough about raising a child in order to be trusted to take care. So, before she left, the mom had called Cassie and set up a contract for a whole week. And the pay wasn't too shabby. Checking to see that she had packed everything, Cassie loaded her bags into her car and with one last look at her house, drove off. The kid was named Marcus, and she had baby sat him a couple of times before that--but when she was much younger. She was really looking forward to seeing how big he'd become. Smiling at that thought, Cassie drove for about thirty minutes, before pulling into a small side street called Cherry Grove Lane. The house was the last one on the street, and the end of a very long driveway. As she pulled in, she saw that the father's truck was there. So he's home she thought to herself. Well, that'll make it easier to settle in. She pulled her luggage out of the trunk and hauled it up the steps to the front door. There, she rang the bell, and waited for him to answer.
Thread: Your darkest dreams.(katie/cheerio)

Erik had always been a pensieve man and he had been angrier still since Christine left. He had taken pity on the girl due to her wide eyed fear and sad tears. Now he walked alone around his cavern, hoping for someone to come, the girl who had rescued him, anyone he knew. Anyone he could trust. His anger left him in a raw shout and he huffed for breath his scream of anger still echoing. He had stopped as he heard a whimper, looking around. Nobody was there. Nobody was ever there. He had cursed to himself and strode away to throw his mask aside, angry and clearly wishing he had something or someone he could do or talk to. He didn't much care which right now. His music was soon echoing in the cave and he was singing softly, angrily to himself. His words softened towards the end and he collapsed forwards with a yell of frustration. Even my MUSIC has left me. The words echoed and he threw himself back off his seat, lying still on the floor, exhaustion and anger drawing angry and hurting whimpers and snuffles from him. Tears he had thought he could never cry.