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Thread: Roadside Assistance 24/7 (Spyder and Ruby)

What the.. Ruby stood in front of Seig's door, practically having it closed in her face. She lifted a hand to knock on the door but thought better and went into her own room, dropping her bag on the floor as the door clicked shut behind her. She sat on the bed, trying to make heads or tails of the man in the next room. But for some reason all her mind could think about was him on a bed. She stood, shaking her head as she made her into the bathroom. Perhaps it should be a cold shower.
Thread: Bad Moon Rising {Dream + Mei}

The plane was far too cramped for his long body, and now, Lance relished the chance to stretch himself out, and work out the kinks and cramped muscles in his body. Damn plane - stuck in coach, and with a bunch of crying babies and cuddling couples. Eurgh. Thank God it was nowhere near the full moon, and even if it was, he carried around some wolfsbane or monkshood, or aconite, take your pick to counteract some of his more. . .ah, well violent tendencies. Mountain ash would've worked better, but unfortunately, he lived in the amazing Deutschland, which had no mountain ash, unless he wanted to import some from Belgium. Too much of a pain for that - and expensive, so no thanks. Studying himself in the bathroom mirror, Lance pulled at his eyes to put his contacts back in - a lycan who had poor eyesight, whoda thunk it? Ah well, his entire family had a horrendous genetic predisposition of poor vision. Oh, and giving birth to lycans, too. Some great curse, eh? Bah. Blinking slightly at he popped his contacts back in now his eyes were a light brown color - not their typical wolf gold, the teen rubbed his chin, pulling a face at his reflection, baring canines that were slightly larger than that of a normal humans'. He certainly looked like he had come off the plane - messy black hair that still looked adorable on him - what the hell?, a pale face, and a slight stubble man, he did not look German at all. Where the fuck were the blue eyes and blonde hair?. Mothers and couples who wanted to join the Mile High Club typically got pissed off if you hogged the bathroom to shave. Jackasses. What the German was really looking forwards to now was meeting his new 'family' and taking a shower. And grabbing a decent dinner - preferably some place that had steak on their menu. He was just craving meat right now - preferably bloody. As a modern lycan, it wasn't like he could just go out and eat a human. Or animals. People tended to notice - besides, humans were victims with cellphones, now, for God's sake. Shouldering his duffel bag now, Lance exited the bathroom to the meeting area for international arrivals. Let's see, where's a sign for him? Sign, sign, sign. . . Oh, come on. It couldn't be that hard to make a sign so he didn't look like a retard, looking lost, right? Lance ran a hand through his hair, making it even messier than it already was. Wo? Wo? Wo ist mein neue Familie. . .? He muttered to himself, turning in a slow circle before finally spotting the sign that proclaimed 'Lance von Falke'. Hey, they even spelled his full name correctly! Okay, I just thought that the title of the Rasputina song fit. . .XD It's such a pretty song. 3listulistulistu
Thread: Bad Moon Rising {Dream + Mei}

An ego above egos he loved to have it stroked, prodded, caressed... that was Demetrius James for you, a very colorful but 'sinful' young man from Brooklyn. He was given the tedious task of traveling to the airport outside of town to pick up one of the new foreign exchange students whom was given a scholarship to the university. Now, he wasn't particularly pleased with this arduous occupation--gas was high, the day was abnormally warm, and above all, the full moon was threatening his hormones ever so ungraciously. Just sitting down in his Honda Civic was uncomfortable he had fathomed several times going commando to school, but generally a plain, rugged material rubbing against his groin resulted in involuntary erections, with or without his Valentine's Day boxers' presence they were from last year--after having a hot fling with a lovely young man from Japan. Demetrius was a rugged looking nineteen year old with unkempt, shaggy black hair that he kept styled perfectly for certain occasions--his eyes were a brilliant shade of sea-green they reflected specks of light like a pure prism, giving an almost kaleidoscope-like effect. Due to his father, he inherited a very troll-like height of 6'5, weighing in decently over 200lbs. He was an interesting man, always referring to himself was 'meterosexual' though his friends from both Brooklyn and the Caribbean knew better. He had a rogue visage, the brunt of his square jawline littered in sandpapery, wiry hairs, not to mention the length of his beautiful eyelashes. Women loved that feature, though it was unfortunate for them he merely didn't swing in that 'general direction'. Over all he was a well-dressed, well accomplished young man with a seemingly bright future--as a homosexual alpha of a pack, not to say that the other lycans would be very proud of that notion. Oh, joy... let's just get this over with so I can go back to watching the Adam's Family. I've never seen that episode. He clambered from his Honda with a large piece of white bristleboard furled in his hands, weaving through a pack of various humans while searching for this one young man whom he was supposed to be escorting. The soles of his lime green Nikes hit the floor, the strength of his emerald gaze catching a few young women who seemed vaguely interested in him, prying, try to see the shade of his eyes through his aviators. He turned his head, however, merely visualizing the target. The mixture of scents here was nearly overwhelming--soda, spilled chili fries, squished peanut-butter cups repulsive. Then again, he learned how to cope over the years pinching his nose in public through the whole airport might have seemed a little peculiar. Off in the distance Demetrius noticed a particular young man who seemed confused. Well, that must definitely be him. He let the bristolboard fall to his side, giving the boy his usual once-over. You're..Lance Von.. Von.. how the fuck do you pronounce that?listulistulistu
Thread: Bad Moon Rising {Dream + Mei}

The smell of people, in general, were just disgusting. Especially here in America - eurgh, he was just so damn used to something more natural, having spent most of his time lounging around in parks and forests and mountains when he wasn't in his Abitur . The stink of unwashed hair, sweat, and people finished with Mile High Club activities was overwhelming and made Lance shudder, and fight back nausea. Shaking his hair out of his eyes, the teen turned around when he heard his name being said somewhere towards his left. Oh, hey, you're supposed to be picking me up, aren't you? Val-kuh, he said finally, after examining him. A quiet but low voice, filled with slightly drawn-out vowels a sort of roughness to his speech that only Germans had - but a tint of something that was sung in the throat, definitely not German. Mandarin Chinese maybe, from his Mother? Granted, she hadn't lived long enough to really be much of an impact on Lance, but she got her wish. Sort of. Except for being a lycan. That was a bit of a problem. The first thought that ran through his mind was that. . . Holy hell, this person was taller than he was. Even if it was only by a few inches, it still bothered him quite a bit. His lips thinned for a few seconds, but then he relaxed - merely the charming and civilized, compared to these Americans young German once more. Don't bother trying to pronounce it then, if you can't. Lance will do just fine, after all. Und bist du. . . Your name? He asked finally. Oh, that's right. Most people here don't learn a second language. Why the hell did he have a feeling that school here would be easy and he'd be sleeping through it? But besides that, one would think that two lycans would recognize someone from another pack of lycans - after all, Lance was out of his natural element, and had stepped into Demetrius'. Not that he'd recognize that now, but. . .Or maybe it was the mountain ash covering up his smell. But hey, Lance didn't even know what the hell stopped American lycans. He was only really familiar with the lore associated with those of the European breed. Although, he had seen quite a few of those 'werewolf' movies - if silver could really stop an American lycan, he'd laugh - he did wear silver jewelry, after all, and it never burned of affected him in anyway. listulistulistu
Thread: I'm ready to get started!

bumpity bump bump
Thread: I'm ready to get started!

I don't think I can handle your story line but I wouldn't mind doing the fatherDaughter one with something of a similar plot. I haven't role played in a while so I'm sort of rusty maybe you can help break me back in, I'm pretty decent when I get into it.
Thread: I'm ready to get started!

Yeah I'll definitely do a fatherdaughter one with you. Start us a topic and just pm me the link.
Thread: I'm ready to get started!

brother and sister I can do.
Thread: Unhappy partner

Im just curious what you should do if you feel like you are being uncomfortably about a person on the forum. Like if you told them you were not interested in a RP with them but they keep contacting you? I know this might be petty.
Thread: Unhappy partner

Tell them that you're not interested anymore and to shove off. listulistulistu
Thread: Unhappy partner

... I give the WORST advice. Don't listen to me. listulistulistu
Thread: Unhappy partner

prettylyksin said ... I give the WORST advice. Don't listen to me. listulistulistu Click to expand... Haha no worries! It was nice to say winks
Thread: Unhappy partner

If it gets to the point of harassment feel free to let the staff know
Thread: Unhappy partner

I'm always more then willing to have strong words with someone who's making someone else uncomfortable.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

Letting out a sigh Riley looked up at the ceiling. The landlord had called earlier that morning to tell him that there would be someone moving into the spare room this afternoon. Of course, Riley had missed the call, it was Saturday, of course he wouldn't be out of bed until late in the morning, or in this case early in the afternoon. His deep set eyes moved from the ceiling over to the clock that hung on the wall, it was nearly One, he had just woken up fifteen minutes ago. Lifting a hand he ran it through his messy crimson red hair. He wasn't bad looking, actually he was rather good looking. He had nice strong features and eyes that could melt chocolate. Something a girl told him one night at a bar about two weeks ago. He also had a nice build, he was fit and had muscle worked under his skin, though he was no where near being a body builder or anything. He wore dark blue jeans that were unbuttoned at the top so that they hung low on his hips, no socks or shoes on, along with no shirt. It was what he had worn to bed the night before. He sat back on a couch that had been supplied with the living area. The room was in a type of apartment complex, but it was much larger, meant for two families. There were three floors, two rooms on each floor. His room was 2A, on the second floor room on the right. Shaking his head lightly Riley looked around the place. There was a kitchen in the back that had a kind of bar-counter that separated it from the living area, also it was elevated one step. The front door opened into a large living area that held a couch, loveseat, chairs, and a flat screen TV, along with different bookshelves and what not. To the right of the room was two doors, one was the bathroom and the other was a empty room that supported only a bed and desk. On the other side was a sort of storage room and then the door was closed, leading into his own bedroom - but what it looked like couldn't be seen. Looking over at the door he shrugged his shoulders, wondering when the person would come and what they would be like, the landlord didn't give him any real information. Riley moved and switched on the television to pass time by before they came, he had to be there in case the person's key didn't work. At least, that was what the landlord said.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

KiKi wiggled the key inside the locked door of the apartment. She twisted it and it worked. She walked in with a suitcase in and a couple of boxes. Setting the boxes and suitcase down in the living room she smoothed her long black hair out of her blue eyes. She was a very lithe nymph-like girl with damn near perfect curves. She had pale skin the color of virgin snow that made her black hair and blue eyes seem so vibrant. She was wearing a black halter top with a fishnet shirt underneath, a red and black miniskirt, a pair of red fishnet thigh highs, and a pair of knee high buckled boots decorated with chains. Her eyes scanned the room and landed on him. She smiled slightly and waved. So your my new room mate. She said looking at him.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

Riley paused and looked over at the girl that walked into the apartment. His eyes immediately scanned her from head to toe and back up to her head. He had to admit, he wasn't expecting this. She was cute. A sly smile came over him in his mind, but he refused to let it show. He stood up and walked over to her, Yeah, my name's Riley, He said, his tone smooth, offering his hand out to shake hers. His eyes looked over her again as he took in her face and her curves, he couldn't help himself, she was cute and everything. He could definitely live with her.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

KiKi watched him get up her eyes moving over him. He wasn't bad looking at all. Not like she thought he would be. She bit her bottom lip showing that she wasn't shy about checking him out. She almost made it obvious. It wasn't that she did it often, she just loved the way he looked. My Name is KiKi. Nice to meet you. She replied as she took his hand gives it a slight shake.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He smirked when he noticed she was checking him out. When she placed her hand in his he moved quickly and swiftly. Bringing her hand up he moved towards her a little more, enough to wrap his other arm around her, his lips softly kissing her hand. Nice to meet you too. He said in a smooth voice. He could have fun with this arrangement. He moved away from her when his cell phone on the table went off. He motioned over towards the empty room, That's yours, of course, He gave her a warm smile. He moved towards the table and picked up his phone, looking at the caller ID and pressing the silent button, ignoring the call.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She gave a small gasp when he pulled her to him. Blushing slightly as he kissed her hand. She could live with this. This was more than fine. Watching him motion towards the other room. Thanks. She replied as she picked up her boxes and suitcase making way into the room. It already contained a dresser and a bed but just that. Starting to unpack she moved towards the dresser and began to put her clothes away.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

Riley was about to see what she was doing when his phone went off again. He groaned and looked down at it, this time just plain ignoring it. He didn't want to take the call. He moved towards her door and leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes bright and a small smile on his features as he watched her. So, what brings you to this town? He kept on watching her, Who knew the landlord would get someone as beautiful as you to rent the other room. He said, his tone was smooth and sweet.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She turned to him and smiled. I just thought this place sounded nice. She replied blushing at his other comment. She then went back to putting her clothes away. After the normal items were put away she moved over to the closet and put away her nicer things like her dresses and corsets that couldn't be folded. She then looked to him again. So you who did you expect to move in here? She asked blinking.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

Riley smiled and pushed away from the frame and shrugged his shoulders, saying as he was walking towards her, Honestly, some weird guy that was an electronics junky or something. By the time he finished his sentence he was in front of her, wrapping one arm around her again and pulling her tightly to him, But, I like you better, He said giving her a wink before moving his lips and brushing them against her forehead.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She blushed slightly at his actions. She knew this was going to fun living here. She hadn't been taken care of in this aspect in a while and it felt good to be physically wanted. She did want him that was for sure. He was so good looking and the feeling of his body against hers was sheer bliss to her senses. I'm glad you like me better... She said smiling.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He smiled at her. He couldn't help but think her blushing was just adorable. He pressed his lips against her cheeks. Though, there might be one problem with this slight arrangement. He said softly, pausing and then saying. I can't help but want you, that might be a problem if you didn't want anything. He moved before she could speak and pressed his lips deeply and passionately against hers.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She was about to reply that it wasn't a problem but he cut her off pressing his lips to hers. She sighed in sheer pleasure into the kiss. God she wanted him so badly. She wrapped her arms around his neck letting her tongue slide into his mouth brushing against his.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

His tongue took the invitation of hers, sliding back against her own, twirling around it and kissing even deeper into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly against his own. The bulge of his pants pressing against her, showing her the extent of his desire of her.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She leaned into the kiss as she felt his hard on against her. She smiled and broke the kiss. Are you that excited? She asked looking up into his eyes. Granted she had become rather excited to. She knew how wet she was getting from this.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He smirked at her and said, It's because of you. He moved his hand and slid it into her pants, rubbing her. He moved his lips and lightly kissed her neck, adding soft nibbles.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She gave out small moan as he slid his hand into her pants. As he began to rub she began moan steadily. Really now? She asked through her moans.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He nodded, Yes. His warm breath on her skin. He moved his lips to her shoulder and moved his other hand up her shirt, brushing against her skin.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

Do you want me to take that off? She asked through her moans referring to her shirt.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He smirked at her and moved his hands, out from her shirt and pants, he took a step back and said with a grin, Alright, he said, referring to her question of her taking off her shirt. He moved and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She nodded and slipped her shirt off over her head showing off her perky c sized breasts. She then went to undo her black bra. Unclasping it she threw it to the side before walking over to him. That better? She asked smiling.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

He grinned at her and nodded, That is better. He moved and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, spinning and pinning her to the bed, one hand cupping her breast and massaging it as his lips moved down and kissed her passionately on the lips.
Thread: A....Roommate? (Jen and Kiki)

She let out a slight squeal as he pinned her down. As he kissed her she kissed him back letting her tongue slip in.
Thread: I dont Understand

How does the rank little title under the user name work?
Thread: I dont Understand

By the number of posts you have. I'm not sure about the numbers but its in this order. Dust Space Junk Mini Meteorite Solar Eclipse Lunar Eclipse Milky Way Collapsed Star
Thread: I dont Understand

Thanks Alot, I was curious about that!
Thread: I dont Understand

Can someone please tell me the of posts it takes according to each rank?
Thread: A phantom in the Opera (Gray and ashlee_babe)

The darkened halls of the catacomb-like echoed his padded footsteps quite annoyingly in his ear. Typically, pacing was a soothing and meditative subject of contemplation. Now however, Erik supposed that pacing was simply not something that helped him. Letting out a small sigh, he decided to come to a halt in his movement, leaning against a section of the stone wall, and biting his lip as his thoughts lept about. With a clenching and releasing of his hand, he tried to cease his perilous line of thought. Such a prospect escaped him however, and soon he was back onto that same track of thought that had haunted him for so long now. It was different then before. It was... What exactly? Boredom? Frustration? It was one of the things that plagued him about the feeling, it's utter mysteriousness. Tilting his face to the ceiling, his head rested against the cool stone, and he allowed his eyes to close. Perhaps an excursion to the above grounds was in order.
Thread: A phantom in the Opera (Gray and ashlee_babe)

Maggie if you do not hurry up we are going to be late for rehearsal. If Madame finds out we are late again, the answer was already implied. Marguerite brushed her stray curls out of her face and slipped on her ballet shoes. It was dance rehearsal for the show debuting that night, and she had been running late for the past week. Maggie, her affectionate nickname, had been forced to practice late at night to keep up with the other girls. She was not from France like the others and did not start dance at a young age. Marguerite was an American who danced for three years and was a natural. She was offered a position at the Palaisis Garnier, the Parsian Opera house about two months before. She was excited about being in a real ballet company. Her mind however was interested in other things. Every night since she had arrived, she was haunted by a man in her dreams. They were so vivid and hard for her to figure out who he was and why he was in her mind. She hummed as she made her way to the ballet studio as she twisted and turned through the corridors. She got lost and began to panick. This part of the opera house was the old section, the remaining structure from the fire in 1870. Hello? Is anyone there?
Thread: A phantom in the Opera (Gray and ashlee_babe)

His contemplation had been drawing to a near agonizing frustration when he herd the voice echo down the hall. Was someone actually with this part of the old building? Rarely before had this happened, only once and then usually not this far into the area. Thinking over what she, for he deduced the voice to be female, had said, it seemed likely that she may have herd him some how, and come to investigate. Something about that idea, however, struck him as off, for her tone was not quite right for such a matter. Biting down upon his lip once more, and affixing the mask to his face, he thanked his foresight in bringing the concealing disguise. Donning it thus, he decided to investigate, his curiosity getting the better of him. Plus, it had taken his mind of the matter of his frustration. Taking a side passage, Erik wound his way through the familiar halls until he was in a location some distance behind the woman. Poking his head around the corner just in time to see her disappear around another, the thought crossed him that perhaps she was lost. It wasn't completely inconceivable, and there was a grand ballet performance tonight. Mayhap she was one of those attending, or even a member of the performance itself. His curiosity roused thus further, his investigation continued, stalking after her as he brushed a strand of dark hair from his face.