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Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

You're typical human doesn't go out on murder sprees for food. Jacques shot back quickly. And feelings I believe, but a soul? That's debatable. You're one of the few I've met who can argue that. But I have a job to do, and I'm going to see it through. So if you have anything else to say, say it now. Jacques told her, watching Satine. For some reason, he actually wanted to keep talking with this vampire, so he was hoping she would have more to say.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

No the typical human steals and kills for pleasure, robbing the elderly and the frail. Taking televisions that they don't need pointless fighting in the street with guns and knives. She spat back at him. That's like the debated on whether your animals have souls, yes we are damned but we feel like anyone else especially if we hang onto our humanity, Some of us do feel regret. She continued. You have fun with your job, I'm going to stay and morn the lose of my family...I was supposed to be with them, but this befell me instead, that was 500 years ago...but our graves look beautiful....consider yourself luck you've met the Restless Countess...many see me 'haunting' the cemetery they think I'm a ghost and that my manor is haunted...ask any villager, I mean citizen they all have different stories they tell about me. Satine shrugged and sat gently on her own tombstone.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

That's not a typical human. Those are gangsters and thieves, and are a small amount of human kind. I'm not saying we're perfect, but we're better than vampires. And regret isn't enough to repay a life. Jacques responded, glaring at her. And I don't count this anything special or lucky. The stories about you I don't care to here. I've heard your story first hand. I assume if asked you where any other vampires where you'd turn me down? He asked, still watching her from behind his mask.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

A small portion in every city innocent's die every day fires and murders, we do it to survive, most of us don't mean to. Mortals kill and don't use it the body sits and rots at least a vampire's use a part of it. I never said regret was a way to repay someone. She stated Sorry wrong choice of words but people flock to try to get a glimpse of a photo, it's good for me I'm not normally bothered by hunters because in there eyes I am a ghost nothing but a spirit. You don't fully know my story, nor do I care. You assume wrong you think I care about the fledglings they give the rest of us bad names. I only care about the ones who actually try to become a respectable part of society. Try the old church it's been abandon for years.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

Well, I know enough. I assume you're a good person, and one I can trust to leave alone. And I know I'm terrible company, but if you need someone to talk to, just call the motel and ask for James Anderson. Thanks. Jacques said, wanting to pay her back for the information and perspective she had given him. It was a rare thing that he got. And he had to admit he sympathized for her loss. Jacques knew what it felt like to lose a family, and how terrible it felt living with it everyday.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

Satine sat there blinking at him confused as he said she was a good person, and told her how and where to find him, and his name. I'll keep that in mind James... She said with a smile Satine missed having someone to talk to being along in her manor for so long. She watched him figuring he was about to head to the old church to hunt more of her kind.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

Jacques hadn't told her his real name. But then again, he hadn't told the motel manager his real name either. He didn't want anyone to relate the masked man with the man behind the mask, especially not anyone with relations to the vampires, or while other vampires could be listening in on them. He walked to the exit of the cemetery, but instead of turning left towards the old church, Jacques went right towards the motel. He was deciding to call it a night, unless Satine wanted to have him over already. Then he could call it a night at her place.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

Satine couldn't help but watch him he was different from other hunters, most would have killed her on site or at least tried to. Seeing him turn to leave figuring he was off to the church but he went the opposite way. Maybe they would meet again one day, till then she didn't plan to leave the graves for too long. Satine stood up and decided to go into to to hunt not having fed in a few days.
Thread: Love Sucks (Mercenary+Shani)

On the way back to the motel, Jacques hid into an alleyway. The briefcase he had left there was still in it's place. Jacques undressed from his hunting gear and redressed with the civilian clothes inside the briefcase. He then placed his hunter outfit in the briefcase and picked it up. Jacques looked like completely different person now. Infant, he looked like Hames Anderson, the public persona he was currently using. Jacques got into the motel and went to his room, only to find it had been ransacked. Luckily, Jacques had only a few things with him, and nothing of much importance was left in the room when he was gone. Someone had been listening in on his talk with the vampire women, another vampire most likely. He needed to move, now. Jacques quickly redressed in his hunter gear and headed for Satine's house. Hopefully she was home, and hopefully he could stay with her. It was the only other place he could go.
Thread: Keeping it in the Family (Alvis Alendran & Kellxox)

The house loomed back into view as the car rounded the last bend in the winding lane that led to it. James breathed a sigh as he pulled into the garage. It wasn't that he hated living here. It really wasn't. A smaller house in an upper class neighbourhood still gave them a lot of space, and a lot of provacy, which was a great thing to have while still living in the city. Granted, it was pain that you had to take the car just to get the mail, but it saved him a half hour of walking. He got out of the car, and stretched. James was not a huge person, just over five and a half feet tal. he was lean, but trim, he'd kept in good shape thanks to the pool in the backyard, and the school swim team. His black hair looked eternally musses up slightly, no matter what he did to it, short of using a half bottle of gel, and that just seemed like way too much effort. His eyes were a vivd green, something of a family trait in a lot of members. He slapped the button that shut the garage as he went inside. His parents weren't home. Again. Nothing to be surprised about. They were exploring new frontiers in the business that they'd worked so hard to establish. Things had slowed down for a number of year, making sure they could keep close for their children, but now they were both older. Which to them meant that they were able to take care of themselves, and no longer needed to be looked after. That meant business trips. Lots of them. Leaving James with his younger sister. The thought was in James mind that he was old enough, he could just move out. But the he'd be living in a broom closet of an apartment, instead of here, and that just seemed like a terrible idea all around. At the very least, his parents hadn't forgotten where they'd come from, which was lower middle class, and trhe house still looked lived in, and not like some kind of museum. He paced through the kitchen, pausing to grab a coke out of the fridge, before moving to the living room. Only to find it already occupied. His sister was there already, but hadn't quite noticed him yet. His gaze lingered on her as he stayed quiet. She was...all grown up now. To say the least.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

By now, winter was approaching with frightening speed. The leaves were laden in a thin veil of frost and the pines were naked, exposed to the winds sweeping down from the mountains. As per routine, a group of scouts were dispatched to patrol the peremeter of the camp and comb through the thicket in search of anomalieshumans, clickers or any of the infected had high priority, but on occasion an untried doe would happen into their traps and take precedence. The camp itself was situated on the lip of a half-frozen lake in the ruin of what was once a summer camp for children. The scouts hauled their victim into the heart of the camp where the majority of the survivors congregated. All were in rags, threadbare and windburnt and yet, they carried some semblance of happiness. Men and women in queerly marked overcoats eyed their visitor with hateful gazes, cocking their weapons as warning. Stand down, the scouts growled. On the adjacent side of the camp overlooking the lake was the lakehouse, a fortified bungalow with a thick spiral of smoke pouring from the chimney. Inside was a perfume of half-cooked meat and, predominantly, metal. Elliott. Is Frost around? The scout shook his head as he gnawed absentmindedly on a heel of stale bread. Hes in the hall. The group proceeded until they came to the atrium. Two individuals were presenta tall, foreboding looking man with heavy chestnut tresses and a woman who was, surprisingly, bald. She was a beautiful sight with her thick, pouty lips and golden skin dotted with freckles. Look what weve found. With little to no hesitation, the scouts shoved their victim forward. Frost threw himself into an old chair and poured himself a glass of water while his female companion observed from afar like a hawk. The two exchanged words in a foreign language, one that was guttural and altogether gravely. Whos this? Found em in the woods. Did you pat him down? Of course. Frost, the leader of the camp, climbed from his chair and sauntered towards their captor with his usual foreboding nature. Start talking.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

When they had decided to take him to the camp, and spent the few moments gathering up all the supplies Eoin had, he had felt hope. Hope that he could sweet-talk his way into living. But now, staring at this forboding beast of a man and the beautiful but bald woman in the back, Eoin had felt his chances of survival going right down the drain, again. Neither one of them seemed the type to respond well to emotional appeals, and at this moment, that was all Eoin had. His position wasn't very good in any other terms, and it was likely these two would pin him for what he would have been a thief. He idly wondered how well these two would respond to straight honesty. About what, exactly? What I was doing before I was so rudely trapped? I was travelling west. There is a city out here, somewhere, that has electricity and a bunch of other commodities. I going to find that city, and live there. As for how I got here, I took a detour. Running low on food, you see. He paused, wondering how to continue. Lie, or tell the truth...Lie it would be. I was hunting a deer, trying to lead it to a trap I had set, but in trying to coax it, I traveled to close to your camp and hit one of your traps in a fit of irony. He grew quiet, nodding. That's about it, I'm afraid.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

Mid rebuke, Frost drove the butt of his rifle into Eoins cheek. He was a fire-blooded Arab man with little to no tolerance for cheeky individuals. A curt response was what he desirednothing more, nothing less. Youre lying, Frost interjected, Weve hunted every last doe from miles around and if a herd was passing through, it would be going east, not west. Even the likelihood of that was virtually nonexistent. Food was scarceespecially with winter encroachingand a hunter stalking fresh meat so far from his camp was unusual. Listen. Frankly, I dont care where youre going or where youre coming from. Fates fucked you and left you herethe now. The camp heard tales of this city this utopia. Frost believed it existed once upon a time, but when the seasons came and went and he watched some of his very dear friends wither away from starvation, his hopes were dashed. Samosa, youve been quiet. You dont have any input? Frost gestured to the Egyptian woman perched on a pile of confiscated crates. She was a lovely sight if ever there was one and her pert cheekbones were being licked by the fur limning her hoods collar. She was quiet for a long lapse, silently observing their prey with her insidious, light eyes. Finally, Samosa parted her lips. Continue with procedure, she said curtly, no loose ends. Frost agreed with a short nod, flipped his rifle and pressed the barrel against Eoins forehead. Samosa thrust herself up from her haunt and glided over, standing uncomfortably close to Eoin. I dont give a flying fuck as to where you want to live, but when youre pussy-footing around my territory looking to steal, I begin to develop some concern. She glanced over her shoulder to his pile of confiscated personal effects, eager to rummage through them. So, tell you what. You loosen your lips or hell blow a hole in your skull. Either way, we get your belongings, including that pretty-ass cudgel youve been toting around.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

Ouch. Stars floated around in Eoin's vision after the strike, and it took him a few moments to collect himself. His lie had a glaring mistake in it, one that he would have seen had he not been in such a stressful situation. It only made things harder for him, as now everything he said would be cast into doubt and scrutinized that much harder. And now, with a gun barrel pressed against his head, and a very beautiful but incredibly threatening woman bearing down on him, Eoin realized he had only one weapon in his arsenal now. It was a lie that had gotten him out of many a messy situation, and he only hoped he didn't mess it up now. After all, if he told the truth, they would kill him anyhow. Kill me then, Eoin replied, bressing his head painfully into the gun barrel. But be warned the Fireflies won't be too happy when they don't hear back from me. They'll follow the marks I left, leaving my trail. They'll find your camp, and how my trail never leaves from here. Then they'll see you guys...what was the phrase?...pussy-footing around with my stuff, and then you'll be really fucked. They'll destroy everything you have here for no other reason then you killed me. One of the perks of being the son of one of the big-shots. He fixed the man with a gun with a steely gaze. That wasn't a complete lie. Eoin's dad had been a big-shot within the Fireflies before he passed away. This afforded Eoin some modicum of special treatment within select Firefly groups, but hardly anything as grandiose as what he had said. Of course, not many people were willing to fuck with the Fireflies, and Eoin hoped this camp wasn't one either. He hoped beyond hope that his acting held through. He hoped beyond hope that this guy wasn't ballsy. Because if he was the least bit brave, he would kill Eoin, and then nothing bad would happen to him. Oh, how life sucked right now.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

Samosa, the Firefly emissary, was well prepared to end their infiltrator's life, but not with their precious confiscated ammo. In stead she drew a stiletto from her belt, lurched behind Eoin, grabbed a healthy handful of his hair and bit his skin with the knife. Before she pounced, Frost interjected. He threw his hand to her shoulder in an attempt to wrest her from her prey. Just wait, he griped, Put that away. Samosa bristled but did as she was bid and retreated. A Firefly? Frost's voice was half laden with surprise, half sodden in grief. A fraction of their camp were Fireflies - excommunicated or otherwise - and one that was dispatched to infiltrate their peaceful encampment would likely irritate old wounds that had yet to fully heal. He's lying, Samosa announced, but Frost would hear none of it. He merely smiled and pulled a half rotten stool undernearth him. It cried out in protest but Frost seemed uncaring. He probably is, but it's not a chance we can take. Not right now at least. Frost rubbed his beard, gently combing through the hairs while he pondered. His pensive expression only stiffened the tension between the trio. Where are you tags? Don't tell me you've lost them. Frost thrust open Eoin's jacket and, as he assumed, the military tags around his neck were altogether absent. I have a feeling you're not at all as clever as you're pretending to be, friend. But, for your sake, we'll play along with your game. If you have Firefly affiliates, they'll know Sam. He gestured to the exotic Egyptian woman behind him. And if you don't have Firefly affiliates, Sam will kill you.
Thread: The Last of Us:  As Precious as Hope (Agnores x Ohm)

The man was right. Eoin wasn't nearly as clever as he was pretending to be. The pain he felt from the knife's bite was a testament to the situation he had got himself into. However, he had a few saving graces. For instance, in the inside pocket of his jacket, he held his dad's tags. They would not know that they weren't his, and he was sure he could come up with an adequate enough excuse to explain why he wasn't wearing them. That only solved that issue, however. A bigger problem was that Eoin had no idea where Firefly group was, and it would be even less likely that they would recognize him or remember his dad's name. If he was told to bring to this Sam girl to his group of Fireflies, he would be in deep shit. Of course, it was likely he could lead her into a situation that got her killed...but he couldn't be sure of that. He didn't know this girl or her skill set, and he was more likely to bet she would be able to make it out of most situations. Inwardly, Eoin gave a sigh. At least he wouldn't die here. Check the inside jacket pocket, Eoin said. My tags are there. I hate the feel of the chain on my neck, so I don't wear them unless I have to. Eoin fixed the man with a hard stare. Sam won't be killing me, methinks. Eoin gave a cocky smile, hiding his inner turmoil.
Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Smut RP, celeb play as WWE Divas, male partners wanted

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Thread: Monster girl and Human School (wingshadow and Yajirobe)

Rene rubbed his chin as he looked at his bag, he was packed to go to college, a speciall college that he had been accepted into. He wasn't that sure abou it, he heard it was a school that allowed monster girls and trained fighting and had all sorts of things which went down there. He was rather excited at the possiblities of what could happen. He knew that it would be full of challenges, and that was something that almost caused his blood to boil with sheer energy and excitement by itself. His green eyes scanned the landscape finding it rather tropical, which was a nice change of pace. As the train stopped, Rene got off and headed to the main office where he got his appartment number, and headed that direction. He walked past a lot of monster girls on his way, and wondered what the heck was up with that. He noticed even more as he walked into the hall and wondered if he had gotten into the coed dorm or something, which wasn't any problem with him for the most part, the thought of getting caught or in trouble with some of them wasn't something he wanted to think of. He slipped into his room which was rather kind of cold, and noticed his roommate had already unpacked her things. The blonde looked and found the open bunk and put his things away. He wondered what type of person would keep the temperature for a room so low, but it wasn't so bad that it was uncomfortable, just kind of notable after being outside in the warm son for so long. He putt his things down and looked out the window, the school was pretty big with lots to do, classes and fighting and other things. It was going to be so much fun, he had been looking forward to this for a long time.
Thread: Monster girl and Human School (wingshadow and Yajirobe)

Kazuko Komeiji stepped carefully down the hallway leading toward her dorm room. She had already put her things away and set the room temperature according to how she liked it before heading back out for a little home-warming gift for her new roommate. As the successor of the Komeiji family, she was expected to act in a proper way, even when attending a school centered around the excitement of battle between two teams of matched opponents. Her pale blue yukata did not allow her much freedom of movement, so she shuffled a bit as she stepped down the long corridor toward her room, carrying a small paper box full of her favorite pastries from a nearby pastry shop. She hoped her new roommate wouldn't mind the temperature and liked sweets at least... She turned the door knob and let herself in, carefully excusing herself as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The last person she expected to see was a young blonde male in the room and let a soft gasp escape her lips. She stood there for a few moments before recovering her composure, reminding herself that there must have been some sort of mix-up for the two of them to be put in the same room... Surely no one would intentionally put a male human in the same room as a yuki-onna, right? Kazuko cleared her throat, Excuse me... I am Kazuko Komeiji, pleased to make your acquaintance. I suppose there must have been some sort of mistake... She held her right sleeve toward him, her small blue hand reaching out toward him. Even if it was a mistake, she still felt compelled to be polite and rational about the current situation rather than react harshly.