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Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon stuffs her hands into her pockets and begins the slightly cold walk with Phillip at her. She receives stares as if she were a bum, being quite used to that she did not care. The cold does not bother me, I rather enjoy it actually she inhales deeply and lets out a long sigh before responding to what you had said I was considering helping you out on this, but not if the only reason you have is to satisfy your own curiosity... she says casually as she places her hands behind her head, giving herself a good stretch. As she does, a hooded man loops through her arms and around her neck with his. He holds you at gunpoint and demands the satchel. Shannon has been held hostage before and is surprisingly calm through all of this just give him the satchel Phillip. As you begin to reach for it, Shannon back kicks the hooded man's testicles, weasels out of his grip, trips him, and shoots him in the face with his own gun. I may just help after all...now I really need a shower, hurry now, before the cops come, I don't live far.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Philip watched the quickness of her actions, amazed at how quickly she moved and the man was on the ground before them. Dead. Turning to look back at the body, the street people descended on the corpse like vultures that stripped the body before he heard the shrill whistle of the police sound at the far end of the street. As they turned the corner he looked over at Shannon, not that the man did not deserve it, but rather extreme was that not? While he may have done the same to the man he was unused to watching one of the fairer sex perform such acts, not unusual in some areas he had been, and some of the rougher neighborhoods of London had women who have done worse. Seeing it before his eyes was distressing for the moment, although the fact the man already knew they had the satchel and wanted its contents meant there was something more complex a foot than he suspected. As they entered Shannon's home Philip put the satchel on a table, removed a few coins as he looked in the bag, palming them to his pocket. It seems our little treasure is wanted by others, turning to Shannon leaned on the table twirling his cane. Seems this is not just a chance meeting on our part.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon closes the door and shivers in fear at what just happened. Right you are Phillip, we can be off right after my much needed shower she starts walking past the main room and down the hallway to the shower. Without looking back she takes off her tank top and keeps walking you are welcome to join me if you want to Phillip, just don't be expecting anything special. Then we can get going, in the meantime, don't worry about killers, this place is like a fortress. She enters into the shower after removing her clothes and yells to you I'm pretty sure at this point that the coins in that satchel are evidence, that would be the only reason that they would go to such lengths to get them back.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Looking at the coins in the satchel, running his hand through them, let the metal slide over his hand as he absent-mindedly thought about them. It wasn't the face they were counterfeit that bothered him, it was the sheer amount. To make so much, it seemed like a waste of effort. It couldn't affect much by having so much in circulation, that he could think of. Unless it became known that the coins were faked, the quality was good enough to fool many. Unless someone is looking to destabilize the belief in the stability in the pound, it's just unusual why so much. Dropping the coins back listing to the sound of the metal, if one could make this number why not put them in circulation instead of carry around so much like this. Following Shannon into the shower, dropping clothes on the furniture his mind still working out the perplexities of so many coins and their uses. Too small a value to be overall useful, even in large amounts. I think the solution to this does lie at the address, or at least another piece of the puzzle.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

As she washes her hair and body using various soaps and shampoos, you begin thinking that she has far more vanity than her first impression would suggest. I think that a major market crash was predicted by someone with inside knowledge who knows that pounds will become worthless. That's what makes sense to me, mystery solved...but if you really want to, Phillip, we can go to that address and dip your wick into the coinage. ALRIGHT! she says loudly and cartwheels to her closet let me find something appropriate to wear and lets go.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon seemed to grasp something about the situation, that quickly resolved to her the intent behind the coins. Philip thought about it as he quickly washed the sweat of the competition off, using a scented soap of lavender that he found only mildly feminine. Shannon was thorough, clean and yet fragrant, to him it seemed more normal. Too much scent always made him think of the dandies he saw at the club sometimes, clothes and scents placed on more for attraction, but to what he did not know. Perhaps it is that simple, he agreed in part using a towel to dry his hair, aware now he at times had his servants comb and brush. Using a hand after the hair seemed dry enough pulled the lengths back, I hardly need wick in the coinage, but a nice jest my dear. Retracing his steps, collecting his clothes and dressing as he did so. She sliced the outside away, seeing the core of the matter so quickly and yet it was not enough just to know the what. Philip wanted more, who would do this? There is little to gain from devaluing the pound, unless that is what they are betting upon, or somehow expect the Sterling to become worth less than it is now. His mind tried to grasp at what the economic realities were, yet the immediate need was the address and what was there. Still, as you say, let us put wick to coinage and see who might be, at the very least, in the middle of all this.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Shannon takes a few minutes fumbling around in her spacious walk in closet and for all intensive purposes I will be wearing this. After hesitating for a moment she walks out in a full body, spandex suit to conceal herself. However the suit is no the typical black, but in a reddish brick pattern, as if she had been to that address before and knows exactly how to keep herself hidden. How do I look, Phillip she says as she spins slowly in her skintight, spandex suit, with nothing underneath it but a thin, wireless bra. I told you at the club that I had been there before, but then I stopped myself because I noticed people were listening. I'm not so sure what's there anymore but I hope no one painted.
Thread: A Gentlemans Game Of Curiosity (Panakananana and boyo111)

Philip opened the door to let Shannon lead the way. The grace and poise she walked with next to him belied the skill she possessed with the sword, that amused him. As if a dancer Philip looked at her and saw only a lady, not the skilled swords woman he knew her to be. Walking together to the edge of the street they merged in with the others as just another couple out for a walk. Philip tipped his hat, or nodded to those they passed by, judging each quickly as to whether they were a threat or not. Already in his mind that someone was standing against them, and with the earlier attack still a fresh memory, he looked warily at the crowd taking in each person as his eyes scanned the street. On the main road he hailed a cab, helping Shannon inside the coach, giving the driver the address sat back quietly thinking while the carriage moved across the cobblestone streets. The clip of horses and other carriages filled the air around them. The smell of the unwashed masses, street refuse and horse filled the air. The streets passing by slowly as the driver made his way through the major thoroughfares towards the given address. Feeling slightly safe in the moving carriage, that no one was going to overhear, and the driver out of earshot above he brought up the point she had mentioned before. Someone else was in the club? He looked at her, I was not keeping an eye out then, I had thought that the man was alone. Yet to get in he would have needed a sponsor to bring him, did you get a look at the person who was listening? We might get an idea of who is behind this if we follow that lead later, shrugging as his body swayed in the carriage. If the house does not pan out that is.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Put it in your mouth and savor the sweet taste... you know you are curious... Go ahead, try it... Bwahahahahaa, made you look P Spotted Dick, AKA spotted Richard, To my understanding the term Dick is a bastardization of the term Pudding Seriously, the stuff its pretty good, This is the recipe I followed to make it...
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

LMFAO. I laughed at the title.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

I was like, Pazzo went off the deep end.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Me? go off the deep end? No, I would never...
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

I think I'd rather have penis.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Now that's just inappropriate Even a woman as sexy as a Rat Queen has to buy me dinner and a few drinks first before i give her the best 30 seconds of her life
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Pazzo said Now that's just inappropriate Even a woman as sexy as a Rat Queen has to buy me dinner and a few drinks first before i give her the best 30 seconds of her life Click to expand... 30 seconds? That has to be a joke. It only takes me 5.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

I have an extra pack of Ramen, will this suffice? I can even fancy it up with some packets of Taco Bell hot sauce I swiped.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

If you have the green sauce packets then hell yeah !!!
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Hey! I want some! Opens mouth wide
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Pazzo said If you have the green sauce packets then hell yeah !!! Click to expand... You are a man of fine taste. Salsa Verde is the only sauce worth stealing.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

No dessert for you Andy until you finish your dinner, we discussed this earlier Yes HK, the green stuff is awesome
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Oh pazzo, your randomness continues.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

My mask wasnt enough to sate your appetite ? You want to eat my spotted dick too ?
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

We all have our problems.
Thread: EAT SOME DICK BMR!!!!

Masterful way to state the obvious good sir Making people i actually care about smile and have a little bit less shitty of a day though ? Thats never been a problem for me
Thread: Breaking The Law (P) -Ladydark/Mikanu-

Yoshi Hio is a young man in his early thirties with long dark blue hair and golden eyes, he is tall and thin but quite strong, he'd have to be in his ling of work, slave training. Although he doesn't really do much training anymore, preferring to relax and enjoy what he has for a while, he owned a few girls and made them work the streets for him. Yeah he still did the odd training job now and then to keep his skills fresh but he was taking a break, or so he thought. Now most of the cops in his area were easy to please and make look the other way, until SHE was assigned to his area, yeah, a female cop. She busted several of his girls and locked them up, it was pretty penny getting them back and harder for them to work with her around, she had to go. Yoshi had played it nice, keeping a low profile, not letting his girls out for a while and staying away from the police. Allowing everything to calm down and return to normal, getting himself off the cops raider and left alone. Now was the time to strike, it was late one Friday night and he had everything ready, he went downtown to where the cops now patrolled nightly, to keep the johns away. The one female cop wasn't just disliked by him, there were several people what wanted her gone, but he was going to get her first. He hid in a dark ally and just watches for a while, watching her walk by and timing how long it took for her to return and for any other cops to walk by. Once he was sure he had enough time he wet a rag and moves to the edge of the ally, as she walks by he grabs her from behind and quickly holds the rag to her mouth and pulls her into the ally, holding her tightly.
Thread: Breaking The Law (P) -Ladydark/Mikanu-

Kimi Madoka was one of the best cops in the area. Perhaps that was the reason they had convinced her to play the part of the cop who had to bust a bunch of prostitutes. It was the way the force worked as usual, going from cop to cop while trying to find one who would actually do something. Nowhere clear from corruption, most cops would simply take bribes and look the other way. It was common practice, not even getting them in trouble as long as there were no disturbances. Kimi was sick of those kinds of cop and had vowed to do something herself. Ever since she had been assigned to this place, she had landed more hookers in jail than most cops that had worked here combined. She knew the statistics, but there was really nothing she could do about it other than attempt to put a stop to it herself. Many hated her. She knew that, but it was to be expected. As a result of that knowledge, however, she had developed a habit of paranoia. It was unhealthy, but at least it kept her safe. She had a family to think about, a daughter and husband, and it was better to be safe than sorry. At the present, she was patrolling the area. Her hand lingered on her gun, her eyes darting this way and that. Tonight, everything seemed so eerie. There seemed to be something wrong with a few of the street lights, as they were dark, making the streets look more dangerous than she knew they were. She would have to report that. As she walked, she reached for the flashlight she had on her other side, causing her hand to reluctantly move away from the gun. Kimi was about the grab it before her skin crawled. The cop was just about to turn around when, a split second later, someone grabbed her. She made to scream, but the rag easily muffled that. Panic settled in, making her squirm and twist in the arms of her captor. This couldn't be happening. She tried to regain composure, stomping her foot down in a futile attempt to get the person's foot. Her hand reached her gun just as she blacked out, falling limp and slipping into darkness.
Thread: Breaking The Law (P) -Ladydark/Mikanu-

Yoshi held her tight as she tried to struggle, quickly sidestepping her foot as she tried to hit him and sighing as she finally went lip in his arms. Stubborn bitch... He whispers and lays her down, he checks her over and removes all her weapons and ID, tossing them into the dumpster nearby, not worried about prints because he wore gloves and even had his long hair tied back and hidden under his clothes. Time for you to learn the lessons of the street... He puts a cloth bag over her head, cuffs her hands behind her back and picks her up, tossing her over his shoulder, he then carries her down the ally to his car at the other end. Enjoy the ride... He pops the trunk and puts her inside, closing it and quickly moving to get in himself, he starts it up and drives off slowly, not drawing any attention as he heads into the highway and head out of town. He had learned long ago to never work where he lived, he had a cabin deep in the woods a few miles out of town, in someone else's name and not connected to him at all. He glances in the rear view as they leave the city and smirks Time for the real fun to begin...
Thread: Breaking The Law (P) -Ladydark/Mikanu-

It was dark. No light poured from the windows... Were there windows, anyway? When Kimi opened her eyes in that moment, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Or rather, what she wasn't seeing. The room she was in was dim, making the grogginess she had gathered throughout her strange sleep worse than it should have been. Was she back home? Kimi shook her head slowly, attempting to clear her foggy mind. She immediately felt the slight stiffness of her body first, as if she had been cramped up in something without the chance to stretch out for a while. She looked around through bleary eyes, letting out a soft gasp of delight when she noticed the light switch somewhat near where she was. She went for it... Only to barely budge. Kimi froze up, just then hearing the complete silence in the room, her ears filling it with a ringing warning alarm soon after. The shock crashing down on her was what she needed, and the lazy effects of sleep and seemingly something else now fell off easily after that. That hadn't been just sleep, she knew she would have noticed the rope 'round her wrists if it had been just sleep. Dread settled atop her chest, making it seem hard to breathe. The air now felt too thick, too stuffy. Her eyes weren't able to get used to the terrible lighting. She was dreadfully fully awake now, and terrified. This was all too much too soon. Kimi shut her eyes, believing that when she opened them, she would be at home, lying next to her husband. He'd be shaking her awake, telling her it was just a nightmare. It had to happen like that, it just had to. This entire scene couldn't be real. Yet, it was. Her eyes opened back to the room and she panicked. She faintly noticed herself hyperventilating. Kimi tried to calm down and, when it was milder, opened up her mouth. She needed to scream. Someone had to come for her, to set her free from this place. Help!.. Someone!! Please, someone please! She had been in terrible situations before, but never like this. Kimi had forgotten all her training as a cop when the intense panic set in in that moment, making her focus only on it. As a result, she simply screamed.
Thread: Breaking The Law (P) -Ladydark/Mikanu-

Yoshi was upstairs getting his things ready when she started to scream and cry for help Well... Sounds like sleeping beauty is awake... I'll just let her scream for a while... Really scare her... He ignores her cries and continues to put his things together, wanting everything he'd need down there. He had needles, vials, whips, dildos, vibrators, tape, his video camera and a few photos of her family. Yoshi smirks also grabs a few bottles of water. Once her screams started to quiet down he desided it was time to head down, he picks up the box and starts down the stairs, into the basement. He had taken her down there at the last minute, feeling she had to earn a warm bed, all she'd be given down there is a sheet and an old mattress. The basement was used mostly for storage but a little less then half was empty space, with only her mattress and a small table near by, the only window was boarded up and covered, she wouldn't know the time of day unless he told her, which wasn't happening. He makes his way over to the crying lump on the mattress and sets the box he was carrying down gently before turning on the bright light above them. Well... Good morning officer... Did we sleep well... He grins down at her.
Thread: Vinland (Jokerama og JanÅgeSolstad)

There was a list Kjartan had kept since he was a small child. He had never written down, he'd never needed to he knew each one of its members forwards and backwards. He always liked this list to get shorter, and, as he'd made his way through life, he'd crossed one item off of it after the other. First his father, then his older brother, then his uncle, then a few cousins who had seen fit to embarrass him one night in front of good company. Of late, this list had grown short. But now it had one more member Kwatoko. One more list entry, one more name, one more person to kill. It might not be tomorrow, Kjartan thought, as he spat out a mouthful of blood and ignored pain. It might not be for a week, or a month, or a year, or more. But someday, Kwatoko would die, and, by the will of the Thunderer, it would be Kjartan who did the deed. It didn't help that Kwatoko saw fit to bully his savior, though she was fortunately able to stare him down and assert her dominance in the eyes of the group. Someday, Kjartan thought, someday soon. He--Kwatoko--would die. The words the skrlingjar spoke were strange to him, but not entirely. He had paid attention, close attention, during both the recent battle and the melee in which he had been captured. The result was that he could catch the gist of some commands, and when they were coupled with body language and hand signals, he very nearly had a chance of understanding what was being said. And so when the only woman among the victorious bunch of skrlingjar spoke to him, he paused--and then, slowly, he obeyed. Retaining some of his dignity, he managed to vault to the back of the horse unassisted and set off toward the outpost, where--he hoped--he'd find food and water. But before he left the scene of the battle, he turned, locked eyes with his savior, and extended a thumb toward himself. Kjartan, he said. And that was all.