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Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Cassandra opened the bottle and took a sip of water, shaking her head No, visiting friends for the week. It's their first anniversary of their wedding so they wanted people who were at their wedding to show up. Their house is extremely full with guests, so I decided to stay here at the hotel. she explained and sighed I suppose in the end that wasn't such a great idea. she laughed though, I did get to meet a very nice man. she said. Who I have to say, I'm very lucky in meeting, I wouldn't know what to do. I get so flustered sometimes. she said and smiled.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

David looked up at her at the mention of a wedding, Oh? That sounds nice. he said truthfully, also opening his bottle to take a drink, leaning his head back to rest against the wall. But he coughed a bit and blushed when she mentioned him. He coughed a little more to get the water out of his lungs as he tried to wave the compliment off. It's no trouble at all, Cassandra. Really, he said, looking at her softly.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

It was a beautiful wedding, lots of flowers everywhere, and my friend looked beautiful in her wedding dress. Though she had a tough time with her tail, they forgot to cut a hole for it. she laughed a little bit, messing with her own. Cassandra went wide eyed a bit when the other started to cough. Ah! I'm sorry, did I? Are you ok? she asked, touching his arm, making sure he was ok. She nodded I still want to say thank you, some how. she said, smiling. I can pay you back for dinner and your time, when I get my wallet back.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

A little bit after Mark's coughing stopped, he felt Cassandra's hand on his arm. He looked at it for a moment, staying silent before he moved his arm away, feeling his face get hot. It's all right, I'm fine. Just went down the windpipe... he replied, then sighed at her insistence, his mind instantly considering taking her up on the offer, though it wanted something more physical. But he couldn't have that. I'm serious, it's okay. I don't need or want payment, Cassandra. Truly, he said, placing his bottle down before running a hand through his hair in exasperation. But when he heard a knock at the door, he got up immediately to get out of the close proximity from the young woman to calm down, answering the door. It was food service. After getting their food and tipping the waiter, he brought the plate back to the table, where Mark began to eat silently.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Cassandra blushed a bit and nodded Alright. she said and thanked him yet again for the food before starting to eat just as silently. She constantly looked up from her plate to look at Mark. She didn't like this awkward silence that had started, I-um. she wanted to start a conversation, but she wasn't sure about what. The food is good. she said It's a nice hotel. she added, her hand tugging on her ear, without her realizing as she tried to think of something else to talk about with Mark. Don't you think so? When she lost thought about what else to talk about she started to think about her cards that she lost and calling to cancel them. Her body sat almost straight up, her ears looking alert as she thought about the time. What time is it? she asked. The banks didn't stay open all night long.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Mark had almost forgotten that Cassandra was there as he dug into his food, but her attempts to start a conversation made him snap back to reality. Uh, I suppose. Better than most places... he mumbled, glancing away before she immediately sat straight up, her ears stiffening as he looked at them with a smile. But with her question made him glance at his watch. A little after nine, he reported, looking at her curiously.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Cassandra sighed I was afraid of that... she said and slumped slightly, her ears dropping a bit with her. I'll have to cancel my cards later. I probably should get going, need to find a place to stay the night. she said and set her plate to the side. Thank you again, for everything. she said and smiled, holding out her hand. She really wasn't sure where she was going to find a place to stay for the night, but she sure as hell couldn't ask Mark, not unless he let her repay him. Plus, she thought it rude to ask him herself.
Thread: Helping Out (AlexsSketches and Lord Dakol)

Mark frowned, feeling bad to have disappointment her, however inadvertent. So when she moved her plate to the side and held out her hand in thanks, the young man made a rash move, at least on his part. Why don't you stay here for the night? he blurted out before he could catch himself. He looked at her in shock and surprise, but knew that he very well couldn't take it back. I mean, you can use the bed and I'll rest on the chair, Mark said, patting the armrests as he looked at her to see what she would say. A part of him wanted her to say no, but of course, there was a much larger, hungrier part that wanted her to stay. Or we could share the bed... he added quietly, coughing gently.
Thread: Nya! Wont you play with this kitty? PICTURES! =D

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Thread: Nya! Wont you play with this kitty? PICTURES! =D

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Thread: A New Team - Myself and EnteiMistress

It was a warm summer day in New Bark Town, and a fresh supply of young pokemon had been brought in to Professor Elm's lab for him to distribute to new trainers coming through the area. The only problem was a small bag of them had been stolen, leaving him short. Elm was at a small table outside his lab, a security guard on hand to ensure no more were stolen, and was taking down names and handing them a pokeball. Some of the youngsters were asking for a 'lucky dip', meaning Elm chose a random ball to hand them, and others were asking what ones he had and choosing. In the end, he was down to 1 person and 2 balls. Not much choice for them, but it was all they had. A Houndour, and a Magby.
Thread: Shades of Gray

Crash. That was the third torch they'd thrown in, the group of men. Half of them held barking dogs on chains. The other half brandished swords, shouting for the 'heretic' or the 'accursed monster' to come out of the small barn, lest he burn to death. Yet, the alternate option seemed equally unflattering. ' By the will of our lord, we shall see you hung! ' Cannot even decide how you will have me dead? Thomas mused the thought, his light blue eyes watching the scene from a third-story window of the lavish manor nearby. He had snuck into Lord Orrington's home that early morning with one goal in mind, though he was far from some skilled assassin himself. No, as it were his body literally shook as an extended hand held back enough of the velvety curtain from the large-paned window for him to watch the scene outside. There were guards, and there were dogs, and now several attendants had woke and taken to the dark, chill air of the early hour in curiosity of what was going on. One of the manor's smaller barns was gradually becoming engulfed in flames. Though he spoke of it with a jest, the emotion was forced, largely in hope to instill himself with some amount of courage. The truth was Thomas was in far over his head here and at this point quite desperate the dogs had followed the scent of his clothes to the barn, which he'd then taken off and left there to buy himself time, wearing now only a long, loose black robe that covered his pale form and soft blonde hair. The guards...they called him 'necromancer,' too scared of his rumored ability to charge in after him, yet not too scared to light pitch and burn down something that could simply be rebuilt later. What unnerved the 'God-forsaken heathen' most of all was where he now stood - in Lord Orrington's own bedchamber. Curved knife in one hand, lush velvety red drapes slightly being held aside in the other, Thomas watched the scene outside from a room he'd found eerily empty. Could he have known I would come? A pair of pale eyebrows knit together. His voice came soft, speaking to himself, But... they do not seem to know. And yet his bed is empty. Did he...is that bastard of a man conveniently away? His heartbeat raced with a follow-up thought. ' Or have I walked into a trap? ' The bedroom knob turned. That velvety blockade immediately fell back over the window, once more shielding the room from outside view. Thomas' eyes were wide. His heart swiftly moved to his throat. There, in an instant, his body leaped from the window over to a tall wooden dresser beside the door, where he flattened himself against the wall on the opposite side of it. The door swung open. Had he been fast enough? Quick, deep breaths became the norm. The slender, curved knife was gripped firmly in a quivering grip. His task seemed failed. This was about getting out alive, now.
Thread: Shades of Gray

Caroline felt her breath catch in her throat. Things were happening so quickly, faster than shed anticipated. Then again, she hadnt expected this strange, pale man to accept her offers either. It was a surprise to be sure, though a welcome one. One shed embrace forever provided they both made it out unscathed. And they would. Shed see to that. The entire plot, it was madness! Caroline knew this, but a part of her was willing to accept that. Getting away from an unwanted marriage, a father who would as soon force her into a life of despair as he would kill this man standing before her. As her thoughts flit over everything unfolding before her in the darkness of her fathers bed chambers, it seemed a worthy price to pay. Yes, worth it in every facet. No regrets. No regrets. Sir, we can take the back staircase. It leads through the servants quarters. Presently only our maid and cook should be sleeping there. Caroline tilted her head as she watched the man ready the torn velvet. She swallowed, her eyes fixed on the lavish material that soon would be binding her wrists. They will not be a threat should they wake. If we travel through any of the other entrances to the estate, we will be presented with hindrances of our escape. Caroline bit down on her lip as another shiver crawled along her spine. The night air was cold. Shed have nothing after this. Just this man whod claimed to be a murderer. Who wanted her father dead. Shaking her head, she blinked. No. It didnt matter. He was her only chance out of her unfortunate circumstance and she would be damned if she didnt seize the opportunity. The rest, shed worry about it later, when they had more time to better discuss things. Would he let her discuss things? Did it matter? No. My father has men posted at the doors and we have a small room in which our manservant resides, though its too near the main door. He will hear. And he will alert the household, my father. The others. Caroline felt her hands begin to shake. This was happening. Shed soon be leaving. Here, she then said, turning around and placing her hands behind her back. She presented herself to this man so that he could bind her easily, in the way in which he wished. Hurry. With the men outside preoccupied with the barn, we should go now. Inhaling deeply, she held the breath a moment before releasing it. When we leave this room, the back staircase is to the left. You will travel down two stories before reaching ground. Then, take a right though the servants quarters. Trembling more, she added, Though try to be quiet so as not to alert the maid or cook. Their rooms will be off to the right of where we will be going. But her voice trailed. I do not wish to involve them if it isnt necessary. Caroline kept her back turned to the man as she waited for him to do what was needed. Soon theyd be free, with only the blanket of night to protect them. She wondered where theyd go, where hed take her. Shed have nothing. No clothes, no luxuries. But oh, it would be worth it to not have to marry Lord Benjamin Longley.
Thread: Shades of Gray

It was a mad dash that took them across the field, toward the treeline at the end of the estate. Every charged step had Thomas' chest pounding with anticipation. His mind screamed at him, screamed to look back, to just glance over his shoulder, to glance quickly. He heard something. He could've sworn he heard something. Had he heard something? Oh, God, how his heart beat. He could hear shouts from the other side still, overpowering the silence of the night. In front of him ran a pretty young maiden, her thin nightgown shining with the moonlight. For the life of him, he simply ran. The absolute moment his body broke through the treeline Thomas turned on a heel, spinning around, dropping down to a crouch while his hands came up to grasp the trunk of a nearby tree. He peered out back to the manor and to the field they'd just ran. It was silent. He could see the smoke in the air, he could still hear shouting faint in the distance now, but there was no one following them. Had anyone seen? No one was following... Taking a breath, he turned and set off after Caroline, giving haste to catch up with the woman. They ran for awhile, the two of them, until it seemed she could run no longer. He caught up in time to see her slumped against a tree. Come, he said, feet padding to a harsh stop from his run. Thomas was panting heavily by the time he reached her side, grabbing her by the arm, trying to lift Caroline back up to a stand. We are not yet safe. Not for some hours yet, still. But as he tugged he could see how tired she was, practically collapsed there. Thomas looked down to her from beneath the hood. Sighing, he knelt down while reaching up to pull back his hood, letting the cool air hit the entirety of his face. You did me a great service in there Miss Caroline. Thank you for that. His hands grabbed at the velvet restraint around her wrists. As such, I have seen you out as well. They will find you missing and, within the week, presume by then that I have killed you. The soft cloth came loose. Thomas quickly tucked it into the inside of his robe as he stood. Thank you for your help. Still breathing heavy with every word, he continued, Go now. Live life as freely as you wish it. I wish you good luck. He gave her a light, friendly clasp on the shoulder, followed by a nod. Then Thomas turned from her, taking a breath, starting up into a jog.
Thread: Shades of Gray

Should he be shocked? Thomas wondered this silently to himself, watching Caroline embed the silver blade into her own chest, giving out nothing more than a physical show of twitching without the slightest sound attached to the act. Should he? Here she bled, her blood dark, furthered by the darkness of the night, and all he could do was look her in the eyes, regarding her coolly as it poured out generously upon her bosom. He had been surprised enough that she offered her aid to him in the manor. At this point perhaps the surprise should be no more. She was unique, that much was certain. While most would have hesitated, questioned, or even flatly refused, she understood the request of trust. To come with him would mean Thomas making himself absolutely vulnerable to a person he did not yet know if there were another way to build such an important bond between them within such a scarce window of time, he knew nothing of it. Very brave, he finally spoke, though at this point the girl was laying in the grass at his feet. Thomas knelt, the dark wool robe pooling around him. Caroline, was it? A foolishly swift trust to be sure, but in my position I am certainly able to appreciate your desperation. A hand reached to smooth over the young woman's hair, guiding back some strands, lightly caressing others. His head tilted some, looking her over. I suppose you are to make fools of us both, then. The hand rescinded. Can you still hear me? He held the vial forward. Thomas unplugged the small wooden stopper at its top, immediately letting forth a pungent, unappealing aroma. It smells better than it tastes, he assured her, his pale face cracking into a smirk. You must swallow it all. I did not bring extra - spit it out and you die. He pressed it to her lips, upturning the vial's end. Once he had her drinking Thomas snatched her smaller, feminine wrist, bringing it up to the vial, wordlessly urging her to take hold. Not a drop, he sternly reminded, releasing his touch to then wrap a palm around the gilded silver hilt of the blade. It wouldn't do to have her wound heal with this thing still within her. Placing his other hand on her shoulder, taking a breath and wincing his eyes, as if it were he himself taking a wound, the man's grip jerked the blade backward and free, retrieving it from her chest rarely was an oath writ in such blood.
Thread: Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

The city was bustling at this time of the year. Not only was it a tourist attraction for a lot of out of towners come to visit the many historical attractions, but it also was the destination of hundreds of college students and coeds during spring break. Plenty of concerts, parties, and shopping galore were available for all the visitors. Down at the docks, though, was another side of the city that the police have tried to close down but have had no success. Along Pier 33 was the facilities of Santiago Salvage and Shipping. Owned by Manuel Santiago, his office in the top floor of a huge warehouse, he managed a large salvage business, taking in scrap metal and recyling it for new use. He also had the contract for the harbor tugs, which provided help for the numerous merchant ships that left and entered the harbor for discharge and loading of their cargo. He also owned a merchant ship of his own, the Ning PO, a merchant ship under Japanese flag but its captain took his orders and his salary from Santiago. Santiago sat behind his desk in his office, a large oak hand crafted desk with a highback executive chair. The office furniture, hutch, and other chairs were also handcrafted oak. His desk was neatly organized with files for the legitmate side of the business, and he paroused through each file, signing off where he needed to. His 'illegitimate' files were kept in an office hutch off to the right of his desk. It was secured using a combination cyphon lock. His tailor made black suit coat hung on the back of his chair. He was dressed otherwise in a white button down shirt, matching tie, business vest, and black pants. He ran his right hand through his medium length black hair, his brown eyes studied the file in front of him. That was the legitmate side of the business. The illegitimate side of house involved a huge gunrunning operation, where crates of weapons of various types, calibers, as well as ammunition were procured, stolen, or both, and then crated and packed for delivery to terrorist cells or whoever was able to pay the price for them. Santiago was also into human trafficking, prostitution and a protection racket where he extorted thousands of dollars from owners of small shops and warehouses around the docks and the city blocks that bordered on the waterfront.
Thread: Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

Natasha was at her desk, riffling paperwork. She looked back at her boss in his office. She'd been undercover as a secretary for a week now and she'd yet to manage any real evidence against the dirt-bag. He was a careful man. She'd dressed for day in a pair of tight jeans and tank, enough to keep his eyes on the spots she wanted. Natasha had a hunch that he either kept the files she needed in his office, or in the locked cabinet in his personal breakroom, but she'd been unsuccessful in finding out so far. He didn't seem to be the type to be involved in anything major, most likely petty-crimes, or bad book keeping, but her boss was fixed on the idea that he was a major player in the underground. So far she wasn't impressed. Still, if she wanted to be taken seriously back at the station, she had to prove herself somehow or another.
Thread: Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

Santiago finished looking through the first stack of files. He got up from his desk and brought them out to the outer office where his secretary was sitting. He admired her tight lowrider jeans and noticed they definitely hugged below her hips, and noticed her tank rode up her back as he put the files on the right edge of her desk. Here you got Natahsa, I got the first stack done. You can separate what needs to be sent out and then file the copies and put the files away. The 'legitimate' files were kept in a row of file cabinets along the far wall in the outer office. Then he looked out the window on the right wall of the office that enabled him to see what was going on down on the warehouse floor. The tinted one way window extended along the whole length of the two upstairs offices. Santiago went back into his office and then came back out, wearing a white hardhat. He looked at her, Ill be down on the floor Natasha. If there are any calls for me, you can page me on the PA system. Then, Santiago went out of the outer office and down the stairway. He walked onto the warehouse floor and went around to look at the various packing jobs that were being done.
Thread: Stopping a Gunrunner [with Wolfy]

The spunky little detective waited until she was sure his footsteps had faded down the hall, biding her time with the paperwork before setting out to explore the office. Quietly she set about looking for anything unusual. She combed in the files, but found nothing interesting, or worthwhile. Frowning she turned back to the paperwork, shifting it into it's proper paperwork, her eyes combing the names and addresses,. Nothing. She let out a sigh, and leaned back in the chair. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Jiggling the knob she thought for a moment. Given enough time she could pick it, more than likely. However, getting that kind of privacy during work hours would prove difficult. She bit her lip thinking... If she could convince him to let her work late tonight, organizing her desk and getting the computer set up, she'd have enough time to pick the lock, slip in and out and have none the wiser. She grinned. That would show everyone at work she could take care of herself. She wasn't just a pretty face, she was a detective damnit.