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Thread: Onyx Landing

There was a cave in, at the mine, Xia explained, shuffling the deck again. Its been shut down, and everyones been stir-crazy without work. Again, cards flicked out, into four loose piles. Lets play five-card draw, this time. Dont want poor Cassie hear getting tired of her hand now. Xia hardly had a chance to look at her hand before two men approached the table. One tall and skinny, with stringy brown hair and an empty gap of teeth on the bottom row. The other was heavy-set, with thick arms like a barrel and a shiny bald head. They stood around expectantly for a few moments, and Xia hoped if she ignored them, theyd find another girl to bother. But no such luck, as she crowded even closer to her, and made her wish baths werent such a luxury around here. Hey, chinawoman, why dont you put those hands and that mouth to better use, and take us upstairs. The tall man managed a toothy grin, and a vice grip on her arm. At some saloons, Xia knew, the girls werent allowed to say no to the men, so long as they could pay. Not if they wanted to stay. But Miss Vicki didnt run it like that here, and that was a lot of the reason Xia had stuck around as long as she did. With a quick motion, she freed her arm from his grip, and rearranged the cards in her hand. Go away, Im busy, she snarled, not bothering to cover her English. Not if you still got yer clothes on, you aint. Or did one of these fellas pay for your time? Victoria picked up the piece of gold and examined it with a careful eye. Outside of US territory, she saw lots of different currency come through, but this was something else entirely. I dont got that much whiskey, she answered with a laugh, but I can make change. That man, the one who tore your dress, is he loco or drunk? She shook her head, Wasnt drunk, no. But that mine is makin everybody a bit loco, round here. Gustavs words, about how the miners killed each other, haunted her mind. Clearing her throat, Maybe they can open it back up soon, so everythin can get back to normal. Not that I mind all the extra coin here, but these men are bout to drink me dry. With a little laugh, she headed to the bar and poured his drink. Another empty bottle left her sighing, and she collected up his change from the coin box. Heres a drink, and your change. Unless you were looking to hire on some company this evening?
Thread: Onyx Landing

So, if we're switching up, Eli asked, gesturing at the cards, what's your fancy? Oh, Im not too picky, Cassie replies, looking around the table. Ill try anything, at least once. Eli leaned forward, a conspiratorial grin on his face. And what the hell is happening in this town? Ain't seen nothin' like this since they ran out of liquor over in Boulder. Everyone actin' all crazy like. There was a cave in, at the mine, Xia explained, shuffling the deck again. Its been shut down, and everyones been stir-crazy without work. Well, shit, Tom drawled, before clapping his hand over his mouth and looking embarrassed. Pardon me, ladies, he added hurriedly, looking from Xia to Cassie. Ah surely didnt mean ta offend. Cassie sipped her beer, and shrugged. Im not offended. She smiled. Its sweet of you to say so, though. Well, Tom replied. Mah momma raised me ta behave better. Ah jes, well, Ah came here figurin Ahd strike it rich prospectin. An now th mines closed. Xia dealt. Lets play five-card draw, this time. Dont want poor Cassie hear getting tired of her hand now. Nothing wrong with my hand, Cassie grinned, starting to pick up her cards. Ill be happy with a pair, she added, looking at Tom and then Eli. She shifted, accidentally brushing her got against Xias calf. Two pair, if Im lucky. Tom looked at his cards, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Uhm, he frowned, discarding. Ill take two. Threed be better, Cassie replies, discarding. How about you, Eli. How many do you want? Just then, a couple of locals interrupted. Crudely, pawing at Xia and making demands. Cassie tensed, and Tom shifted in his seat and laid his cards down. The men didnt take Xias hints, though. Even when they stopped being hints. Go away, Im busy, Not if you still got yer clothes on, you aint, laughed the thick one. Or did one of these fellas pay for your time? Jes havin us a friendly game, partner, Tom drawled. Ah reckon shes off duty, so why don you go... Who the fuck asked you? snapped the skinny one. You aint payin, so fuck off! Yeah, the burly man laughed, grabbing Xias arm again. We are, so come on. He jerked, and his eyes narrowed as the slim Chinawoman jerked back. Ah said, come on ! Xias chair shot backwards and clattered to the floor as the burly man yanked her to her feet. Stuck up Chinese cunt, he snarled. Ah was gonna let you enjoy it. He twisted her arm. But now... Tom was on his feet now, raising a fist. You sidewindin... Before he could finish, Cassie vaulted over the table and smashed her beer bottle over the thick mans skull. He staggered, howling in rage and pain, blood streaming from a lacerated scalp. Come on, you son of a bitch! she roared, menacing him with the jagged end of the broken bottle. You want some? Come on!
Thread: Onyx Landing

If Tahoma had thought Victoria an exotic beauty already, the way her face lit up from her laugh after examining his coin, made him feel as if his heart had skipped several beats. He couldn't help but smile himself, a rarity for the usually somber Navajo. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but her mention of the mine snapped him back to his reason for being here among these strange intruders. Why? Why do they dig into the mountain? He asked, curious if these people knew of the evil within and sought it out deliberately or were simple victims, ignorant of the what they were getting themselves into. These bilagana had no connection to the land, it made them ignorant and well...loco. When she returned with his whiskey he held the glass in his hand, pondering the wisdom of his choice as he considered the liquid and what it could do to him. Her next question puzzled him, he had no conception of the concept of prostitution. He looked up at her, his face the picture of naivete as began to ask what she meant by 'company'? He didn't get much opportunity to ask his question when a fight broke out at the next table. More out of reflex than any particular intent he had a knife at the skinny man's throat before he could retaliate for his bleeding friend. Leave them be. His voice was calm and gentle, despite the threat of violence from the razor sharp blade.
Thread: Onyx Landing

Eli studied the men harassing Xia, feeling himself grow tenser and tenser as they refused to leave her alone. The oath he'd taken when he became a Pony Express Rider prohibited drinking, and fighting, and swearing, and if word got back to his bosses he was involved in a bar fight, it was his job on the line. But hell, he'd never been that good at following that code anyway. He stood up as the men grabbed at Xia, a cold fury in his eyes as he studied the pair, assessing them. She ain't interested, Eli warned, but it fell on deaf ears. Just then there was a flurry of movement as Cassie leapt into action, and a tall, dark-skinned man stepped in. Eli took the opportunity to dart forward, kneeing the heavy set man in the groin before he could recover from Cassies attack and relieving him of the revolver at his hip. He stepped back, placing himself protectively between Xia and her assailants as he glared at them. Keeping his eyes on the two troublemakers, he flipped open the chamber with an experienced hand, trying to count the bullets by sound as they clattered to the floor to no avail. He couldnt tell if there was a bullet in the chamber or not. I suggest you listen to him. His voice was nowhere near as calm as the newcomers has been, cracking with fury as he spoke. Miss Xia aint got to go nowhere she dont want to.
Thread: Onyx Landing

What the fuck is this? a voice hollered from across the bar. Tom glanced, and swallowed hard at the sight of a knot of six miners - all muscle and bad attitudes - staring at them from the entrance. You all right there Zeke? Billy? Theyre jes fine, Tom began. These fuckers jumped us, the big man howled, wiping blood out of his eyes. Me an Zeke was jes lookin get a little action, an... And youre a lying sack of shit! Cassie snapped back. You busted in and... Laughter roared out from the knot of miners as they made their way towards the bar. Got yer ass kicked by a shake, looks like. An.... They paused, laughter dying as they saw the knife at Zekes throat. The leaders eyes narrowed. You tell yer pet Injun ta put his knife down real slow like, he growled as the others began fanning out into a semicircle around the table. Hey, Tom drawled, trying to sound reasonable. Aint lookin fer no triubke, unnerstand? We was jes defendin... You make yer Injun friend put his damn knife away, the leader spat. An mebbe hell be the only one we hang.
Thread: Onyx Landing

Tahoma didn't understand every word of the conversation but he caught enough to know he had little incentive to put his knife down. It wasn't just for a view of the tavern that he had chosen his spot, it had also been close to an exit. He had learned enough of these white men to know not to get trapped within the buildings they insisted on building everywhere they gathered in any number. His free hand reached for the colt holstered at Zeke's side but he kept their friend in front of him, hoping it would keep them from gunning him down where he stood. He pulled Zeke closer to him, repulsed slightly by the foul smell, as he pulled both of them back towards the door behind him. The smell made him wonder if the evil of the mine wasn't eating this man from the inside out. He would learn nothing more from this room tonight and if they wanted to make good on their threat to hang him, he would at least draw them out into the night, where he would have some advantage. He would have preferred a good solid tsiha but the weight of the colt felt enough for the job. He didn't doubt the miners would hang him if they could in their rage, but if he slit Zeke's throat, he knew the whole town wouldn't rest until he was swinging from a rope. He struck Zeke over the head and disappeared out the door before the odoriferous miner hit the floor. He ran for the darkness, found a good spot to let his eyes adjust, then waited and watched to see if they would pursue.
Thread: Onyx Landing

CRACK! The commotion in the saloon came to a crashing halt at the sound of the cracking whip, and all eyes turned towards Victoria. Aint no one getting hanged in my saloon tonight, she snarled. That injun pulled a knife! some slack jawed miner protested, just to be cut off by another crack of the whip. I dont care! The whip cracked again, and split slivers of wood of the table it struck. Aint no one dead. Aint no one really hurt, cept their pride. She wound the whip around her arm while her gaze spanned the bar, daring another man to speak. Finish your drinks, and get out. Saloons closed, and my girls need a night off from ya brutes. Go on now, get. Bring some God-damn manners with ya when you come back. The men grumbled, but none dared to speak up, and shuffled out the saloon. Victoria stood firm, glaring daggers at the men to stopped to finish their drinks, until they made the smart choice to leave. Once the bar was mostly empty, she grabbed Cassie by the shoulder, and turned her around to face her. I dont appreciate you smashing bottles over my customers heads now, she started, voice stern and expression serious. After a moment, her face softened into a smirk, and she placed a hand on Cassies shoulder, But I do appreciate you lookin after one of my girls. Are you looking for some work? I may have a position for ya.
Thread: Onyx Landing

Cassie tensed assomeone grabbed her shoulder, then relaxed as she saw Miss Vickie. A little, at any rate, because she looked nail-biting mad. I dont appreciate you smashing bottles over my customers heads now. And I dont appreciate men like that trying to force themselves on women, she snapped back, so if you... Miss Vickies expression softened into a smile. But I do appreciate you lookin after one of my girls. Are you looking for some work? I may have a position for ya. Cassie blinked at that. Maam, Id enjoy a lot of positions under you, she smirked back before turning serious. But, well, Im not looking to, you know, earn my living on my back. Not that Ive got anything against the profession! she added hurriedly. Just, well, it... isnt for me. No need to mention the few times she had turned a few tricks to survive. Or the bloody way the last time had ended, when her client and his pals decide they didnt want to pay what had been agreed. But... she added thoughtfully, if you need someone looking out for your girls, full time? Well, I might just be the woman for you. -- Shit. Shit shit shit. Tom sat on the saloon porch, staring into his match flame as he lit his cigarette. Things had been going so well, and he might have been able to sleep in a real damn bed. And gotten laid, to boot. But then them rowdieshad to fuck things up. Well, he grumbled, standing up and shaking the match out. Aint like Ah aint slept rough before. Mebbe Ah kin still get in th damn stable. With that he set off, unaware of the figures following him.
Thread: Onyx Landing

The ruckus downstairs was more or less ignored. He paid for the room, and knew the madame well. A man of god. A hypocrit who espouses a life without sin who doesnt practice what he preaches. He knows hes in the wrong, knows some people find him a disgrace. Who could them? He doesnt. He doesnt flaunt his faults. He knows them for what they are, but those who know him, know his reasons. They do a respectable job of deflecting criticism. A man has needs is what it boils down to. The truth is what is a man whose seen what hes seen is supposed to do. A man who knows that there are no angels... only devils. And god isnt a kind god. A kind god wouldnt let something like that exist. He preaches out of fear now. Not fear of hell. Not even fear of death. He prays that whatever he or it is, it doesnt decide to break him a second time. He takes a drag of a cigarette. He still feels the sweat of an impassioned and wild session on his flattened chest and on his neck. He still feels the slickness between his thighs, the heated droplets now cooling in the night air. He still feels the crick in shoulder from when he forced her down by the throat while he savaged her over and over. She was sleeping soundly now behind him, the sheets hugging her body just over her dainty curves, the purple of the bruise slowly forming on her neck. He knew he was going to get yelled at again. Thankfully the lady was more sturdy then most women, and had plenty of collars and scarves to not dissuade her next customer. Colettes real name was Diane and she was a sweet girl. Too sweet to sell her body in this god forsaken desert. Too sweet to get bruises and welts on her body because an angry and scared man just happened to need something, someone to take out his frustrations. Too sweet a girl to smile up at him with tears in her eyes and sticky filth on her face and ask for more. Too sweet to be called a friend to this husk of a man. Jacob looked at the cigarette, watching the edgings and ash burn. He reflected on how he felt. Even a lovers embrace. It was like using a trowel to fill a quarry. Colette stirs as she unconsciously rolls over, her pillowy breasts heaving for a moment before her arms follows, pawing for something to hold onto, something warm to cuddle up against in the brisk cold. Jacob would be gone by the time she wakes, already searching the confines of the room for his clothes. He stepped from the room just at the last moment that the Madame had kicked out the last of the drunks. He was staggering down the hallway to the second floor foyer that overlooked the pub. He could already feel the wisps of the consequences of the whiskey he had a few hours prior. He was debating whether to get water or another few shots for the road. He'd rather forget this night as well.
Thread: Thanks for the welcome!

I just want to thank everyone for the warm welcome! Out of all the sites I've tried in the past few years this has by far been the most welcoming and I've already had the pleasure of getting some great rps in the works! Thanks you guys. I look forward to sharing some more little secrets with you
Thread: Superposters

When I returned recently, after a hiatus and the software had changed , I saw that the Yellow Superposter designations had disappeared. I assumed that the policy had been discontinued. However, when I read the updated rules today, I see that the policy apparently has not changed. Where is the oversight? Do you plan on having the yellow badges or not? Its not really a big deal one way or the other, but I would like to know what the intent is. I am sure details like this are low in priority for everyone, and I appreciate what you do.
Thread: Superposters

It's something I would need to do custom because Xenforo doesn't handle it automatically. I've been thinkingwanting to do something based on posts over a period instead. Rather than have some daunting You must make ten thousand posts to apply barrier.
Thread: Superposters

So as I understand it change is in the works. Its all fine, I was mostly curious.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Layla was not your average twenty-odd year old girl. She was in a subgenre of aesthetic that people looked down their nose at Pastel Goth. Obviously far from a traditional goth, she liked the pale colors and bubblegum art and subtle romanticism of death. You couldn't miss her in a crowd with her pale blue hair and oversized macabre clothing. She was kind and loving to all she knew, never a dull moment with her around. Of course, such openness and self acceptance has it's dangers. She fell in love, as all girls do and as all girls are, she was devoted. But she was no more than a trophy, something to hang on your arm and rub in people's face. She got out of there, thankfully, by the skin of her teeth and sheer force of will. But it left her cold for a while, feeling like no one would really love her for who she was. At least until she met him...
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Datura was more than a man. Tall and strong, and obviously not human. Bearing the marks of a Deathhead Hawk Moth, he easily stood out in a crowd.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

They met at a mutual friend's house party she was the only one not having fun. And it wasn't because she was a wallflower or she was reliving her edgy emo years, but rather she felt oddly dislocated from the festivities. So she sat outside, alone in the cold dark of the poolside, listening to the muffled bass of the music inside. She didn't look when she heard the sliding door open and shut, figuring it was one of her friends. She didn't think it would be a near seven foot tall mothman.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

His voice was deep but smooth. Hey, what are you doing out here on your own? He asked her.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She glanced up at him and gave a sad smile before looking back at the pool. I don't feel like an honest party goer in there. It's too loud and there's too many people. I haven't really been myself lately..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Yeah? Why not? He asked. I mean.. Unless you don't wanna talk to a moth.. He smiled.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She smiled and laughed softly, No, I don't mind talking to a moth. She replied before turning more toward him, I'm, uh...getting over a really toxic relationship. I felt more like an ornament than his girlfriend...and it just... She stopped, It made me feel like...like people only like me for my out there appearance. I can count the pastel goths I know on one hand, y'know?
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I feel you.. That sucks though, I'm reslly sorry to hear that.. He said. I mean your look is really cool, though..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She blushed softly, Thanks...hair dye isn't cheap though.. She giggled, Your look is pretty cool, too...I'm digging the grunge punk..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Yeah? Thanks.. Most people just think I chew the clothes.. He laughed.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Aw, that's mean.. She said, smiling softly, I'm Layla, by the way..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He smiled. Datura..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Oh, like the nightshade...how cute. She smiled, I think that's neat, you must have been the cutest larvae..
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He laughs. I've been told that.. Eh, I'm happy with how I look now. He said, smiling up at the moonlight.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

You wanna hang out sometime...? I know this monster friendly cafe on fifth that we can go to and just talk.. She offered
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Yeah, that sounds fun.. He smiled.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She gave him her number and they stayed outside and shot the breeze until she was ready to go home. After that, they spent as much time as they could together hanging out and just having a great time. She opened up to him more, their friendship quite platonic after the first couple of months lots of cuddling and hand holding. She liked it, she was usually pretty platonic with her friends. But Datura felt...nice.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He loved spending time with her, loved that he could feel comfortable around her. Feel safe, even.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Wow, your sister is gorgeous...I love satin moths. Layla said during one of their hang outs, Datura showing pictures of his older sister Belladonna. Her wife is stunning...God, I would pay her stupid amounts of money for just one of her feathers. She said with a grin.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He laughed and smiled a bit. Yeah Bella's got it good.. She earned it though.. He said.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Was her life kinda tough too? She asked, playing with one of his much larger hands.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

Yeah it was for the both of us.. Just a lot of drama.. He said.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I'm here to listen if you ever wanna let some of it out... She said softly. Her ears started to burn as she blushed, I wanna be there for you all the time, Tura...
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

I.. So do I.. For you, Layla.. He said.
Thread: My Deadly Nightshade (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She glanced up at him and moved closer, Yeah...? You promise...?
Thread: Egyptian Apocolyptic RP idea

Ok that sounds like an amazing roleplay idea!
Thread: Egyptian Apocolyptic RP idea

Thanks. If you want to draw up a character or have interest in Amen, let me know.
Thread: Egyptian Apocolyptic RP idea

Katastrophic9 said Thanks. If you want to draw up a character or have interest in Amen, let me know. Click to expand... I do have intrest in Amen indeed
Thread: Egyptian Apocolyptic RP idea

Here's a link to describe his character. Let me know what you think F-list - Warning
Thread: Egyptian Apocolyptic RP idea

Katastrophic9 said Here's a link to describe his character. Let me know what you think F-list - Warning Click to expand... Crap....flist doesnt work on my end anymore, its one the reasons I came to blue moon