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Thread: L'Envol des Corbeaux

Jo snorted. Bitch just looked at her like she was something on the bottom of his shoe- and now he was offering her armor. How sweet. It was her goddamn turn to look dismissive then, brows raised as she grasped the thing and slung her backpack down, stuffing it inside. She didn't need any armor. That was for bitches. French ones, to be exact. She readjusted everything for the millionth time, and pulled the bomb's detonator from her pocket. Oh, fabulous. He was deciding- . . . Oooh . . . Pretty smile . . . For a Frenchman. Josephine grasped his hand quickly. Josephine Autumn Smith. For a moment, a smile flickered to her lips as well. For a moment she was beautiful- not in a raw, sexual way, but in a way that was almost . . . nurturing. And then it was gone, and she was smirking. Fucking laughing at him on the inside. So, Dimitri- how fast can you run? The words barely had time to settle in the air between them before Jo was off on her board, skating ahead of him- hair blowing back in the breeze, eyes protected by her glasses. The bastard had to learn one way or the other, and a crash-course on How to Fucking Survive Without Being a Pussy was better than nothing.
Thread: L'Envol des Corbeaux

She had a very firm handshake, he noticed. Josephine he repeated his accent, blooming. Dimitri turned his attention back outside, but it was quickly drawn to Josephine. How fast could he run? Her hand no, she wouldn't have tried to Dimitri began to walk in Jo's direction. He would not be able to keep up with her, given his bag was very heavy and he was on foot. He augmented his pace to a tough jog. He glanced back at the building. Marde he mumbled. He couldn't believe she was doing this. If she detonated a bomb, it would only draw the attention of the MEA, they might even re-sweep the area, which would be bad news for both of them. Second sweep more units. Fucking fuck. you stupide girl, he mumbled between breaths, You're going to take on hell and you don't even realize it. She was well ahead of him by now, easily a hundred meters and long out of hearing range. He was keeping a good pace, but he was so lacking in sleep that it was hard to keep himself on his feet not to mention keep up. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that was putting him in such a bad mood, but he had some serious doubts to the validity of the girl's practices. A bomb? It would be so much simpler to just wait for the MEA to come to them and pick them off one at a time. They'd have the advantage of high ground, it wouldn't have been hard. Dimitri exclaimed a grunt and dumped some coals onto the fire. His anger would keep him going. Albari, he grumbled, When I find you, I will kill you with my bare hands Dimitri growled with anger and sprinted faster. Another thought occurred to him as his aggression reached a climax he was not going to be left behind by this undisciplined brat. He'd given her two Claymores and some reflection plates, and now she was getting away without providing her end of the bargain. He'd been bamboozled and it was just now dawning on him. His legs were pneumatized, supercharged from his increasing fury. He sprinted after Jo. She was not going to get away with this. Her distant silhouette grew slowly as he began to make headway. He wasn't built for sprinting, by any means. He was tall but he was far more suited for maneuvering during combat than for long-distance marathons. However, he was determined not to be shown up. It had been several days since he had last gotten sufficient rest. The effects of sleep deprivation were beginning to take hold. His vision began to blur, but Dimitri's mind was too focused on 'catching up' to validate what he saw. Victor Alibari was standing not far away. Taunting him. Teasing him. Egging Dimitri on with the devil's tongue. Alibari, the mastermind behind the MEA's political aggression, the man whom had from behind the curtains brought chaos into Europe. The man who had killed Dimitri's father. Dimitri's heart raced. His brain rattled. He churned the idea of strangling that fucking liar , and now Alibari was just beyond, silhouette arrogantly mocking the Corbeau family.
Thread: L'Envol des Corbeaux

Jo was oblivious to Dimitri's struggling- even if she'd known, she probably wouldn't have cared much. After all, it was his fuckin' fault for not sleeping. You were good as dead when alive and tired. If you were sleepy, you found a place to hunker down and took a goddamn nap. Y'didn't fuckin' push through that shit- not with the MEA outnumbering you at least fifty to one. She skated on, body weaving through debris, hand always on that goddamn trigger. Yeah, the MEA had them squared when it came to technology, but without it? They were pretty useless. That's why she'd designed the Black Bomb. BB was heavy duty shit- could be detonated from up to around two miles away, and the blast carried. All she had to do was wait. Her figure swiveled abruptly, feet twisting as she turned back to face the building, Dimitri . . . and in the distance, the dirty haze swept up by MEA douche-bags and their goddamn cars. Fancy mother fuckers, weren't they? Yes. They were. She just had to wait for the opportune moment . . . . for everything to fall into place. Also, wait for that Frenchie to hurry his ass up. There was a reason she traveled light. His slow pace was exactly that. As Josephine waited, she was oblivious to a second thing. There was another haze rising up from the road behind her, another envoy of MEA and their guns. Guns which used precision-targeting, completely electronic, designed by one of the top weapon-tech engineers of the last century. High tech and completely hands-free, soulless killing- not something to be celebrated or valued. But the designer was an especially interesting case. She was a woman who'd been on the run for about a year- a girl who'd been plucked out of the camps designed by the MEA at the age of seven, and taught how to make things go BOOM. She'd been like so many other trainees, until she realized what she was capable of. Until she realized she could make the organization which had killed her family, stolen her life, pay- or at least sell the weapons that would be their undoing to some high-class rebellious group. This once-girl, now a woman, was named Josephine Autumn Smith. Jo smirked. Funny how things worked out, wasn't it? With that she pressed the little button, detonating the Black. Jo stood, smirking- watching as a soundless wave of electro-magnetic energy kicked up dust as it rushed towards her and the old hotel collapsed almost gracefully onto itself.
Thread: Ladies who like a bit of adventure.

This sounds like fun. Im game. Would you mind if the marriage was a arranged one, therefore creating a building block for the relationship between the girl and the warrior? Also, how do you purpose that this story ends? I like planning out a rp so that we have a common goal to work towards with the plot instead of just winging it and it going nowhere.
Thread: Ladies who like a bit of adventure.

I've had such a good response to this idea I have to say I already chose a partner before you replied. I do like your ideas though but am loath to do 2 RP's with the same plot. I really appreciate your interest though and I am looking for one more game to fill my time. Perhaps you would care to bounce some other ideas off each other? If so shoot me a PM and if not maybe we will have another chance in the future.
Thread: Ladies who like a bit of adventure.

3 Its quite alright, I wasnt really into any other plots at the moment. So maybe another time indeed. 3
Thread: Randomness of the LC!

Soooo this is where I plan to post information and other tid bits about my characters,what I might be up to, whats going on around me that might cause me to be gone. General random and silly stuff.
Thread: Randomness of the LC!

Takes note. Alright good luck!
Thread: Slave in the city (Exile and  SSlave))

The city of Vermire is a marvel of the world with the three tallest sky scrapers of the world, year round tropical weather and various domestic and foreign goods traveling through ports, airports and high way no wonder it's considered the finical capital of the world. Goods of all kinds can be found here from electronics, exotic foods or animals, even people. In fact 70 percent of the country's indentured or slaves arrive in the airports of Vermire and are often sold or trained there, where they're used as maids fast food restaurant workers or other menial jobs. Some are captured as combatants of war, entered or sold their children into slavery to pay off their debit. Cassandra was 21 year old college student studying Viremire tech living of her father's trust account living in spacish deluxe co-op apartment with view that looked over the beach and its pristine crystal clear blue waters. Cassandra stood about five foot five and 120 pounds long fiery red hair reaching the middle of her back and emerald eyes. With school out of session for the summer Cassandra waited in the lobby for her new purchase from indenture online, a web base slave trade whom she decided to use because they offered untrained slaves for lower the price. Cassandra quickly stood up as soon as she saw the distinctive yellow Indenture online truck stopped in front of her apartment. As Cassandra walked out the warm salty breeze coming from the private beach across the street seemed to play with her hair. Hello I'm Cassandra Walker I ordered a slave online said Cassandra as she reached the driver whom was examining a palm device and held some kind of remote on the other. indentured Servant, Miss Walker... Ok she on day 4 of her 20 year service contract with rename clause, here is the remote for her electric collar, just zap her if she gets out of line, and equipped with gps now sigh here Said the Truck driver speeding through the delivery formalities and handed her the remote and palm device so she can sign it using the digital pen. As Cassandra signed the palm device the truck driver opened the back of the truck to reveal its full of slaves with bags over their head and chained to the walls of the truck. The truck driver then entered the back of the truck and reached into his pocket for another remote and leash. The truck driver then attached the leash to female slave selected by Cassandra on the internet and then undid her chains. The truck driver then attempted to lead the slave off the truck but planned to shock her should she attempt to escape or resist.
Thread: Exile's  request

Bump and added a scenario...
Thread: Exile's  request

The heir In a medieval setting in which the king has died, leaving throne fell to his only child whom was 35 at the time. Since the new queen was unmarried and no children the court wanted her to marry to produce an heir. However the new queen did not want to marry because she feared her new husband would steal the throne. So the new queen then attempted a political gambit, in which she claimed she had an heir out of wedlock 13 years ago and that king hid this fact to protect her honor. The new queen then selected a young child from peasant class who's family went into debit. The queen then made the new heir play along or have hisher family be forced to death including their siblings.
Thread: Exile's  request

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Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

A lot of families are very close. Jeremy's wasn't one of them. His father left home long before he and his sister were born, they hadn't seen him since. Their mother remarried soon after, leaving an odd dissonance in the family, a feeling of something being off. His sister had been liked more by his stepfather, his mother could do little but meekly agree. So the precious little girl got almost everything she wanted. Including a full free ride in the college of her choice. Jeremy was told 'he had to earn it.' It was a line he often muttered over a shot glass. Over three years of scrimping and saving from dead-end jobs, part-times, Temp work, and flat-out begging his friends, he managed a few years in a couple of classes... and was now a manager in a Safeway. Employee of the month, almost three months running now! Go him. He could barely stand Christmas anymore. Mother instisted she bring together everyone, and Jeremy always would buckle down and relent, despite not wanting to see his sister again. He was always single, she always had a handsome boy back home. He was always in a slump, she was always riding a carreer wave. And while his garage band couldn't even get out of said garage, her latest novel was always a top seller. It made him want to break things. There was literally nothing he could say in his own defense. She always knew how to rile him up. Mainly by showing up late. Like right now. Three hours late. he said. Let me guess... extended meeting? he asked no-one, watching the clock. He could guess her gift, too. It was always one of her trashy romance novels, penned by her, without a dedication to anyone but her latest boy-toy. Ugh, he couldn't even stand it!
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

Jenna and Jeremy, how their mother and step-father had picked out the names so easily. She had been the precious baby girl, always getting what she wanted and soon finding it a huge thorn in her brother's side as she picked on him, his unfortunate early life being to her amusement. She had picked up reading novels early, developing her skills in school quickly as their step-father always helped her, never leaving a question unanswered. It also meant that she begun writing her diary, keeping it hidden from everyone as she begun the first novel in the back of it. She wrote a lot, soon hiding herself from her family as he didn't care about them, she was more interested in her writing and how her looks managed to get her the nicest looking boys whenever she wanted. She had a couple of bestsellers already and despite having her boyfriend changed regularly, she couldn't care less as long as she got to write. She wrote a lot of romantic stories but also articles in some magazines about modern life and it's concerns. She was popular, more than she had ever wanted to be but she wanted more, she wanted to be rich. The snow was beginning to fall lightly that christmas afternoon as she was in the taxi, heading from the airport to her parents' house, carrying with her a few bags of luggage packed tightly along with presents for her family. She wasn't late becuase of a meeting like usually though, she had taken the day off but because of bad weather her flight had been delayed and then the taxy had to drive slower because of the increased christmas traffic. Arriving at the house she paid quickly, not saying a word as she got out, the big red jacket appearing puffed around her upper body and the long pants, sitting a bit tightly as it was a designer thing after all, the winter boots on her feet making almost no sound in the snow. She had long hair, blonde but with some brown strands, trying to appear as no blonde as much as possible. She went up, knocking on the door with her bags down next to her as the taxi drove off.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

You're late, Jenna. he said as he opened the door, picking her bags by habit. She usually spent the night or the weekend. Said something about it stimulating her in new ways. Still not bringing along the boy, huh? he asked, dropping off the bags in the other room as he went back to the fridge. Half of it was his, which was what he opened. Here. he said, putting a can of beer before her as he walked to the window. Jeremy was actually very handsome. He'd never noticed before because he rarely left the house for anything but work, needing to do so constantly to stay in college. His blonde hair was kept short and in it's natural color, very vivid and easy to see from a distance. His heavy work when he started in the store as a stocker gave him thick arms, and walking to work gave him a nice tan on them. He was thinking hard on what to say to her, how to avoid a fight, when his eyes widened. Holy shit. he said, softly. He went to the phone and dialed hurriedly, ... Mom? Oh, thank god. Yeah, yeah. It surprised me, too. I've never seen it get so bad. You're sure you're okay? Good. Alright then. Bye-bye. he hung up as a loud cracking sound -A tree branch snapping under the weight of snow- ran through the house. Well, Jenna, looks like we're stuck here alone. There's a massive blizzard moving through here, and it's cut off all the roads leading into town. he sat down at the other end of the table. The air was so thick you could cut it.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

Jenna ignored her commenting on his lateness as she went inside, crashing down onto the couch, putting her legs up after removing her boots and her jacket. She heard him ask her about the boy as she grinned a bit, smirking. If I don't bring him along, you won't get more jealous. She was pushing his buttons as her tone showed that she was rather careless. Seeing the beer suddenly in front of her, she sighed grabbing the can and taking a sip. She hadn't had beer in a looong time and it did strike her that she didn't get out as much anymore. Watching him sit there, she couldn't help but notice how his body had changed since she had moved out a long time ago. She had changed too, she was slim not showing too much fat under the slightly tight blouse of her's, the v-neck showing a bit of cleavage down between her c sized breasts as she put her head back letting it hang freely until she looked back, noticing his wide eyes. He suddenly got up, startling her as she sat up normally, grabbing the can of beer as she took a sip, listening to him talk with their mother. She didn't care what they spoke about but the tree branch falling down startled her, making her stand up as she put her arms around herself, rubbing her sides gently as he came back, telling him the news. You gotta be kidding me, and it's christmas eve tomorrow! She sighed deeply, hoping it wouldn't last too long as she really hated the fact that he hadn't worked his way to as much success as she had. What are we going to do anyhow? She asked him, looking a bit puzzled.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

We are going to sit here. It's way too dangerous to go out now. Trees are likely falling down with the amount of snow at the moment, and... I really would hate for you to get hit with a tree and get into an accident. So... he sat down. We wait. Not much else TO do in this place, really. he sipped the beer quietly, feeling the warmth rush through him. He went into thought for a moment. You know... he said, tapping the side of the can, Every year... we get into a fight when we meet up. About something. My success, your success, my education or yours... your boys and my lack of ladies. It's gotta stop, Jenna. I know I'm to blame as much as you are, but- he was interrupted by the loud cracking noise again. But we gotta stop this. For Mom's sake. It breaks her heart, you know? His fingers tapped impatiently on the table and he downed the rest of the beer in one go, tossing it into recycling with ease. Just ain't right. We shouldn't nigh murder one another once a year. he mumbled, trying his damndest not to yell at her for the things she'd done thus far.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

Jenna heard him actualy sounding concerned about her safety, she only sighed in response as she watched him drink his beer. Not seeming bothered by him until he begun speaking and tapping the side of his can. It agitated her, the mere sound as he listened to her. I know it hurts mom. She said, her voice low as she took a sip, recalling all his words and how she wanted it to stop, but she felt it was like he was still jealous of her success, of her ability to get a man that she wanted. She wanted to say something smart to him but for once, he was actually right. She listened to him talking about them murdering each other every year but she knew it was true, they were killing themselves and their mother with their fights. She watched him finish the beer as well as tapping the table, getting more agitated by every sound he made. Stop the sounds. Her voice showed that it was getting to her, she wanted it to stop as she had always felt nervous whenever someone was tapping something. She was trying to think about it even though it probably didn't appear to be her strongest side, the girl for once had to agree with him. She wanted to fight him, put him in his rightful place but when she looked at him, at his body, she felt something inside her like she was craving what she knew that she could not have. If you don't want us to fight, stop being jealous of my love life. She said, though knowing that her tone wasn't how she had wanted it, it didn't sound blaming at all, rather like a weak attack that would be repelled completely as she looked away, at the blizzard howling outside the house, wishing she had turned down coming this year.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

And you don't mock what I've worked so hard to accomplish. he replied simply. He stopped. S-sorry. Bad habit. he said quietly. His eyes glanced over her body briefly, and he suppressed a shudder. He'd seen that body type a thousand times. Almost every night. He had a solid gig of it on his PC. In all sorts of poses and acts. He suddenly realized he'd never dated not because girls weren't looking for him... He wanted his sister. Oh god. He rose and got another two beers, cracking one open and drinking deeply. Have you ever come to a stunning yet obvious relevation but realized there's absolutely nothing you can do about it in the near future? he asked, pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them. He was a good hand at poker. It was one of few talents. I think we should do something to pass the time. How about a game of.... poker?
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

It was a secret, she knew that he had a lot of images of her on his computer. She had found out when she had been asleep one night but had dismissed it and forgotten it soon though. She waved off his attempt to start a fight by taking another sip of the beer, finding herself looking over his body as she stood up, she had realised a year ago that the reason why she wasn't able to stick to one boy was because none of them had the same appeal to her as her brother, it was because of that she had picked fights, because she wanted him to be jealous and want her. She was able to hide her blush when he left the room, grabbing some more beers before coming back. I have, a few times. She replied, running a hand through her hair as she watched him pull out a deck of cards. She was fairly good at poker but she knew that he would beat her easily. She looked at him when he spoke before she moved closer to the table. Alright, deal. She told him, putting the beer next to the un-opened one on the livingroom table as she was ready.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

He nodded, shuffling a few times. But it's no fun if there's nothing on the line, and I don't have any money on me. he said with a smile. So what do we bet? he asked, dealing out two hands of five. I mean, all I have is the clothes on my back right now. He looked over his hand passively. Two pair. Meh. It helped if you thought of every hand as a crappy hand. Kept his poker face on. He looked up at her again. Her lips looked so soft... no, no, stop that.
Thread: Snowed In (Hat + Vodka)

Jenny watched him shuffle as he listened to her. Hearing him suggest on betting the clothes they had on she knew that she would have to agree. Fair enough, lets play it as strip poker then. She said. Who wins each round, gets to pick a piece that's removed on the other person. She said, knowing he would agree to it as he had no other way of betting. She watched him deal, picking up the cards as she noticed three sevens and nothing worth value besides that. She shrugged a bit, trying to keep her face as straight as possible while she looked back at him, trying to keep her eyes off his upper body and on his face even though it was hard.