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Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Bump O Booored.
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Bump and a Merry Christmas and a New Idea D
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Another pairing, possibly? Bumpish
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Bumpness!
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Umm, I might be intersted in a FxF ThereapistClient or TeacherStudent
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Bumpa and-a new-a idea
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

I haven't been on for sooo long, so I'm sorry to everyone I sorta let down. Let's re-establish our Rps while I hope to gain new ones
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

And a bump-a-doo
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

And away we go.
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

Bumps Bump
Thread: Here to Play [[MxF, FxF]] {New Idea}

BUMP DAMMIT.
Thread: An Unexpected Gift ~ {Google x LunaTick}

Cliona Ferrie struggled under the grip the man had on her arm. Surely he was squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises on her. She tried to wiggle away from his hands, but only to feel his grip grow even tighter. This, of all times, is the time when she would regret not improving her upper body strength. She looked up at the man, the King. The man who had stolen her away from the only home she'd ever known. The only family she truly had. The only man she had ever cared for. The man who had destroyed everything that she had ever truly lived for. She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. But no, she would not cry. She had to be strong. Had to figure out some way to escape this. Some way to avoid whatever was going to happen not that she was quite sure what that was yet. Cliona scrolled through questions in her mind, debating whether or not she dared to ask any of them. She continued to stare at the King, and then finally decided that she would. Where are you taking me? The King looked down at her with a poisonous look on his face. To my son, he said quickly before looking away. Cliona was nothing but confused at this response. So many more questions began to wheel through her mind. She glanced down at her once violet colored dress. The dress now ripped and torn in various places. Blood, some belonging to her, some belonging to others stained the chest of it. She found various mud-caked areas along the hems. Such a beautiful dress it had been, what a shame. Father had paid good coin for such a masterpiece. Cliona looked back up at the King, daring to ask another question. Why would you take me to him? The King chuckled slightly. No, he didn't chuckle. He snickered. Quite evilly, at that. You, my dear, shall be a gift.
Thread: An Unexpected Gift ~ {Google x LunaTick}

Jensen was quite bored as he lounged in his quarters, a modest home, or at least modest by the standards of royalty separate from the main palace. The home had its own servants, a large pool for swimming out back and even its own stable attached to it. Jensen just saw it as a lovely prison though, an incredibly boring place where he spent most of his days, unable to leave the grounds of the palace proper because of dangers that might exist for the twenty three year old heir to the kingdom. It had been his birthday the day before, all of his so called friends had visited him and brought gifts, things that he already owned or would never have any use for in the least. Even the people that were there had only been invited because their families had a great deal of money and influence, though there weren't his equals they were considered close enough to be allowed to attend his celebration. Sighing a little bit the young man brushed his long black hair away from his cold blue eyes and examined himself in the mirror, like always enjoying the sight that greeted him, his body was tall and kept slim, always ready to defend himself if he was under threat, strong and powerful like his father was, the same father who hadn't even brought him a single gift or acknowledged his birthday. Not that anything he would have gotten would have alleviated his boredom. Hearing a knock on his door Jensen stood and moved to open it, wondering who had dared to interrupt his thoughts, it wasn't something that he enjoyed. On his way he covered up with a robe before yanking the door wide open, greeted by the sight of a bound young woman before his door with a note sitting there, a quick glance explaining that this young woman, a princess, was his birthday gift from his daddy... his to use anyway he desired. My own princess. He said with a small chuckle as he lifted her and carried her into his private quarters. I didn't think that dear old dad would put any effort into this gift.
Thread: An Unexpected Gift ~ {Google x LunaTick}

Cliona struggled in the Prince's arms as he carried her inside. She attempted to wiggle herself free of her binds, but this was clearly a completely useless feat. The binds were too tight, and she was too frail and weak to even have a solid chance at such. She looked up into the Prince's eyes, a bright blue. She had to admit, they were indeed quite beautiful. Not unlike her own emerald, gold-specked eyes. But she looked up at him and she saw past his beauty to what he truly was. The son of a monster. A monster that had destroyed her home and her family. All she could do was allow a couple of tears to slowly roll down her face. How did this come to be? How did it come to the point where she was no longer a Princess? No longer royalty? Her country, well, there was no royalty left. She was the only member of the royal family that had not been slaughtered in this particular attack. She was no longer Princess. No, she was an item. A commodity. A ... present. But she would not be taken easily. No, not at all. Despite her frail, weak physique, she was never one to back down from a battle. Especially one that involved battling for those she loved. She refused to be taken willingly. She struggled then, and she shall struggle now. She continued to attempt to wriggle free of the binds, again to no avail. They didn't even slightly loosen. She felt him lower her to a lovely couch. Not unlike one that she herself used to have in her own quarters. On the inside, she smirked. This couch would be dirtied with the dirt and blood that stained her dress. She didn't believe his Father would be too pleased upon realizing that he would have to pay a good amount of coin to replace it. She turned away from the Prince, rolling on her side in her bindings. She refused to look at him, even to speak with him. Should he get close to her again, she swore she would spit at him. He had no place near her. He had no place to even be in her presence.
Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

I looked at you, not amused at your behavior. I stared at you for several long minutes, the same stare I had used before on knife and guy-wielding strung out junkies. You did not intimidate me, and you may have scared one of the other kids, but you had a surprise waiting for you. I suddenly moved, getting you onto the ground with one fluid motion, judo tripping you and then zip-tying your wrists behind your back. I then lifted after grabbing you, and started up the stairs after slinging you over my shoulder. I had you gripped well, knowing that the way I had you prevented you from doing anything. I didn't take you to your room, rather I turned to the room that was parallel of it, and plopped you on the bed. As I spoke, I made it very clear to you precisely what your situation was, and my voice was very firm as I said every word. You think your acting out crap scares anyone, you have got another thing coming. I have crippled toked up junkies with more than you have. You think running someone over with a car, ripping jewelry out of ears, and acting like the pathetic snorting and guzzling shrew the state you used to live in now knows you are makes you look bad? If you said anything, I heard not a word. I had your legs pinned the entire time I was talking, and I then took a belt to your ass. I did so with one arm pinning the small of your back, and one leg pinning both of yours down. I got you on each side of your ass for every year of your age, and then I pushed off the bed, glaring at you as I then duct taped your mouth. I looked at you, making it very clear how little control you really had. Your father and I went through this, along with your mother, when we were teens. We thought we were bad and ruled the world, well that almost got the three of us in hell. Now, you think this is bad, but I have the authority to keep you hear till you proven responsible. That is not going to happen until you get it through your head you are not in control of anything. If I am not pissed off later, I will come get you for dinner. I slam the door, the other six gathering into the living room. There is an intercom on throughout the house, and I detail to them everything that really happened that got you here. Minus that you are my niece, I tell them everything.
Thread: Country Family Adventures (Ruphhausin & Juicy Fresh)

Damn good thing 'Uncle' Gary made us take everything that could be used in any way as a weapon or anything out. Lionel was shaking his head, the only one of the males watching. Alex and Elektra were watching you mainly, the other three getting things ready for dinner. Alex, the most cynical of the bunch, just couldn't wrap her head around it, telling the others as they watched you. He was right.. she really loves to pull that 'related' shit. Does she really think anyone here will fall for that crap? Elektra leaned in, her eyes on the screen watching you act beyond silly, while she spoke in a quiet tone. Alex.. we all got away with it at one time or another.. why do you think we fucking ended up here. Alex nodded, a tingle rising up from the back of her neck. You think that Gary'll do to her what he did to all of us? Take her down to the Bunker? They both give her the same look, like she just asked something akin to does the night sky look black. She blushed, knowing the answer. She then looked at your image, smiling broadly as they all got up to leave. I wish I could say I feel sorry for you..... Soon, you were at dinner, in the underwear you had put on. I had you bound in the chair, and you were made to eat, with a floor length bib so you didn't ruin the underwear you had on. You were fed by Lionel, who fed you just like you were a baby, only you were not allowed to move with your arms and legs to the chair. You also had a gag on that made it where you had to swallow, and the dinner conversation was at your expense. That tired old 'he really is' line, Gabs.. that shit is so old it's biblical! The Irish looking girl, Scarlett, is laughing hardest at you. It was very obvious that nothing you say would be taken as truth, as they all had been through it. They all tell stories how they got there, and they were all almost identical to yours, with a few minor differences. I smiled the entire time, knowing full well I was going to take you down there. Alex let you know just how much fun you were in for. It's an old Cold War fallout shelter, Gabby Blabby. Means it is sound proof... anything can happen down there....
Thread: Kojima Corps.

If you are looking to join the Kojima Corps GRP than please follow this link to the recruitment thread, acquaint yourself with the concept and PM me your character concept. Recruitment To those who have already joined, your character information, and that of the rest of the participants, will be posted in the OOC thread. Please refrain from OOC talk while within the RP thread as an OOC thread is in existence. OOC The full moon hung low in the sky that night. It was clear to any who looked upon it that it was a bad omen. Long silver hair descended down a red leather clad back. The crimson coat clung tightly to the frame of a well endowed woman and fell below the knees. A black gloved hand rested on the holster of a Colt M1911 pistol. Her other hand moved to direct a group of men in black suits to move some cargo onto the black van that stood behind her. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. A small smirk was placed firmly on her lips. Nora Valentine, or Boss as she was called by her subordinates, was the commander of a small but effective band of mercenaries known as Kojima Corps. She was fairly relaxed when the team wasn't under immediate threat or in the middle of a mission, but she was strict when under pressure. Her reasons for starting the mercenary band, or even where she'd received her training was unknown. A hovering object covered by a large cloth, likely being lifted by gravity cushions, a new technology developed by The Next, was moved from the back of a white van, and into the trailer of the truck Nora had brought with her. I trust there were no problems? She asked one of the men as the object was moved onto the truck. We had to kill a few men to get it, but other than that, it was smooth sailing. The man said with a laugh. So... About our money? He asked in a serious tone. Don't worry, I've got it right... Her words were interrupted by the bright flash of a spot light. Stay where you are! This area is under the jurisdiction of The Next! A voice was proclaimed from the hover vehicle that was descending onto the scene. You're all under arrest for curfew violation and the transporting of illegal goods! Nora gave a heavy sigh before quickly pulling her 1911 from it's holster and taking two quick shots at the men who had brought her the object. She leaped from where she was standing into the trailer the object was placed in, dodging machine gun fire from the vehicle. This is no time for a fight... Yasado! Get us out of here! She shouted. Knowing that the man should be prepared to get them out of the open and back to the trailer.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

From the front of the truck, a young man hummed along to the radio, the strange techno and rock fusion brought by America after they took over. While they weren't all like this, they did all speak English. You wouldn't find a single Japanese station anymore, not with Next controlling it. Eh, wasn't so bad. Well, the oppressive, totalitarian government was pretty bad, but the music was okay. Boss, we done yet? the purple haired man called out of the window, sticking his head out to look back. They were here to pick up... something, she hadn't said what. Boss liked to keep a lot of secrets. Eric felt he could trust her though, even after only knowing her for a short while. The woman seemed to be a natural leader charismatic, quick-thinking, tough when needed. It would help to know more than her name though, but hey, he could live. Eric looked back and continued to hum, until he saw the bright spotlight shine over them. Shit, he said, immediately shifting the vehicle into gear. He didn't need her to tell him twice. As soon as he felt the truck shift from her getting back in, he slammed onto the gas pedal, tearing down the street. They were near some alleys, perfect for avoiding hover vehicles the Next used. Hang on Boss! he shouted, slowing to turn down said alley then speed off again.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Nora slid across the bed of the truck. She released a low grunt as her back collided with the side of the truck. She quickly raised her hands to catch their cargo before it could slide into her. Be careful! This cargo is impossible to replace! She moved to tie down the cargo before reaching into her pocket for a small com link. Don't worry about them too much. I gave kammi a job for a reason. Kammi! It's your cue! She said over the com link after making sure that it was on the proper channel. Don't keep me waiting. She said before setting the com link aside. She quickly climbed up into the passenger seat of the truck and strapped in. Nice work. I knew there was a reason I hired you. She said as she gave Eric a small smile and a nod. She turned her attention to the rear view mirrors so she could keep an eye on their pursuit. If Kammi did her job they wouldn't be a problem for much longer. She fixed her sunglasses as she drew her pistol from her belt again. She dropped the clip to check her ammunition before sliding it back into the pistol. Keep driving. We'll need to pick Kammi up before we can get back to the trailer.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Got it, sorry Boss, Eric called back, gaze not leaving the road in front of them. Shit, not like he could stop the sharp turns, since they were sort of running from the cops. He did slow a bit more as they reached a turn though, now knowing they needed whatever this cargo was. The man gave a slight smirk as he heard her mention one of their new partners, their comm and computer expert, the lovely Kammi. He shook his head a bit to move his longish purple-hair back from his face after a part slid to cover an eye. Damn hair, maybe he needed a cut. Eric looked to the side as he saw her form slip into the window, grinning at her. Why thank you, I'm glad I could prove my usefulness, he said, turning once more, a bit slowly to save the cargo. His foot slammed the pedal to the floor, now on a long straightaway. Hope she works quickly, he muttered, looking into the mirror at the glaring spotlight and flashing lights of the hover vehicle. Got it Boss, where's she at?
Thread: Kojima Corps.

From a small building near the chase site Kammi kept track of her bosses vehicle as well as the pursuit. The encryption software of the hover vessels was a few days out of date. It was really a shame they didn't update their definitions more often. Kammi typed the commands hurriedly. lease Insert Override Code That was a disappointment, but only cause for a mild delay. She hooked up the fast decoding scan. Generally it was a manufacturer's code or a preset police password. The background work was already done and the possible passwords attained before the start of the mission. And I'm in! she said. Police vehicle one was now under her control for the next three minutes. It would be like playing a video game. Picking up a device that looked like a game controller, she steered the first police vehicle behind the other and began firing on it. The timer was on, she had two minutes and thirty seconds before they fixed their coding and homed in on her signal. When she had cleared the other pursuers she would eject the pilot from her controlled vehicle and steer it into a water way or somewhere safe as possible. Her position had been arranged for ease of pick-up. Her boss and Eric would probably be just as her game time ran out.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

A short laugh escaped from her lips as she saw the vehicle begin firing on it's ally. Just turn off up here. She said pointing at an approaching intersection. She's in a building down the alley. She looked back out the window at the vehicle as it began to smoke from the continual fire. Eventually a fire burst from the damaged armor plating and began to damage the inner circuitry of the aircraft's wing causing it to drift towards the walls of the building. A pleased grin found home on her face. Good work, Kammi. She said quietly, regardless of the fact that she wouldn't be able to hear her. She gave a thumbs up to the remaining vehicle so that Kammi would know to be ready when they pulled up. She slid back into the window and turned to Eric. Her control of the remaining vehicle won't last forever, we have to out run it! She said quickly, glancing back the cargo. Luckily the restraints were keeping it from moving around uncontrollably.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Eric looked to the mirror as he heard the woman laugh, chuckling himself as he saw the cops start to fire at the other police vehicle instead of them. I owe Kammi a drink, he said, smirking and continuing to drive, following Nora's instructions and turning as she said. Another chuckle escaped him as he watched the one vehicle start to falter and crash into the building, a nice, beautiful explosion shining down the alley. Got it! Eric shouted, pressing down the gas a bit more to speed up. He hoped she would be ready, they had to get out of here fast and get back to the trailer. He spotted the building Nora had pointed out, pushing down on the horn as he slowed to a halt in front of it. Come on, he muttered, looking back to the cargo to make sure it was safe. Bullet dents surrounded it, but the package itself seemed to be fine, they would be able to fully check once back in the trailer.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Click The pilot was mercifully ejected from the floating vessel as the self destruct sequence activated. That would be a checkmate! She closed off her computer before she could be tracked and made her way down to the first floor with her equipment in a pack on her back. She was wearing what she would call her field gear. Form fitting black jeans with a comfy navy blue shirt that she could keep tuck in, and a pair of good sneakers for running. Kammi was unarmed, there was really no point in carrying a gun when you weren't trained to use it. She was much better with a gun when it was a video game style platform than she was handling one in the real world, computer aiming assistance programs and auto aim helped a lot. She would be outside the building just on time. A bit out of breath for it, but she had to hurry down all those steps before an armada of police cruisers cased the area in response to the two that had just been downed. Once they stopped, she would hop into the cab. Hey guys, she said with a smile.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Nora allowed herself to fall back into her seat when Kammi climbed in. She released a sigh of relief before tussling the girl's hair a bit. Good work back there, kid. She said to Kammi before she turned to Eric. We're not out of this yet. Get us home. She said before looking back at the cargo. She gave a quiet nod. Good, it's safe. She ran a hand through her hair before returning her pistol to her belt. She looked behind her as she heard the sound of more Next aircraft coming in to examine the scene. They'll know it was Kojima Corps. She said with a quiet sigh. I'm pretty sure they got a good look at me back when we were spotted. She crossed her arms and returned her gaze forward. It's going to be pretty difficult to move around for a few days. I want everyone to lay low.
Thread: Kojima Corps.

Eric let out a louder laugh as he watched the mirror, catching the vehicle eject its driver and send him flying away. Very nice, he said, giving a grin as the girl climbed into the cab of the truck. You're good, he said to her, lifting his foot off the brake once Nora spoke and pushing down once more onto the gas, sending them down the alley. He kept them on back roads and darker alleys, keeping the lights off and using the street lights to guide them. The man gritted his teeth and nodded, Next had learned their style by now and would realize they were responsible for this. While it was good to be noticed, it sucked that they would now be investigating and coming down hard for a while. Aye aye boss, he said to her command, turning the lights back on and getting onto an actual road, almost to the turn off that would lead them back to the trailer. Guess we get some time to relax in the trailer then?
Thread: Kojima Corps.

It certainly felt good to be praised for something, but she tried not to make her pride to obvious. You might get to Relax, Kammi said as she leaned back into her seat, I might as well enjoy the ride back because I have to rewrite new encryption software and new decryption software for the next mission. Plus I'll have to scan all software for any trace of counter hacking and possibly purge my computer system in preparation for the next mission. Not only that, I have to maintain all the ECM and communications systems on the trailer. So enjoy all that free time. Kammi sighed as she set her equipment down and fastened her seat belt, it felt good to let that out. So um, by the way, what did we go through all this for. By that I mean, what's on the back of the vehicle?