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Thread: Val + Tasuki

The boy looked at him before looking down as tears started running down his face as he burst into tears. He'd tried hiding it from everyone but it was painful as he hugged his knees to his chest and rocked lightly back and fourth. I never did anything! he sobbed. I never did anything! He felt as confused as anyone over the events that had happened and he had never expected it to happen to him. Tears seemed to be pouring down his face even more now as he whimpered, holdin ghis head and sobbing. Why did he do it? Why did he do it? Why? I don't understand.... He was sobbing uncontrollably by now as he clambered out the car holding the milk and staggered to the doorway letting himself in. His mother was asleep in her chair and he just moved silently to the kitchen as he removed one of the knives from the chopping block and kept it in hand. He couldn't say he wasn't a piece of shit. He locked the back door and put the bolts in nervously, armed the whole time. Before he'd been a relaxed and rather chirpy young male. Those two hours where everything had happened had probably changed him for life. Once everything was locked up, he sat down in pain on the chair completely forgetting he'd left the front door open as he put his head on the table. His house was small, big enough for them both and had the basics a two personed family needed. The kitchen was small, shabby and battered with a real need of repair. The living room was small and cluttered and upstairs was just as bad. They had been left nothing by his father after he'd walked out. It's not fair. he whispered sadly.
Thread: Val + Tasuki

As usual he didn??t know what to say. Reluctantly Elliot followed Aede into his home. There was no way he could leave him alone now. He shut the door quietly, as not to disturb the male??s mother who was most likely sleeping considering the time of night. Elliot said nothing following the sobbing of Aede??s into the kitchen where he watched him cautiously lock up. Finally when the victim seated himself down in one of the chairs Elliot approached him. He leaned over him wrapping his arms around the younger male. He had to think before he spoke this time. He wasn??t a psychiatrist or anything? Elliot was just a regular cop trying to do his job right. ??Relax?? he said softly, trying to soothe the distraught male. ??Aede?? he spoke, the other??s name, his voice smooth and velvety. ??Calm down now. I??ll do everything in my power to make sure you are safe? I promise? Please just try and pull yourself together?? he didn??t know what to do and decided maybe holding Aede would soother him a little. The younger male didn??t seem to mind their closeness earlier and Elliot assumed he wouldn??t mind it now. ??Come, why don??t you get up. Let??s get you cleaned up and into something fresh. You??ll feel much better after a nice bath.? He suggested softly.
Thread: Val + Tasuki

The boy's reaction was to grab the knife before the voice he heard made him relax slightly and he set it down shaking. Everything was coming back suddenly and he was shaking as he held his head staring at the table. He listened to him as he nodded silently though found it hard to calm down, picking the knife up as he got up and stagered slowly to the stairs, bolting the door as he did so. He was silent as he made his way to the small bathroom, turning the water on silently as he checked the window, all the while holding the knife in his hand. He seemed quiet as he fell to the floro by the bath, focusing on the water filling up, head resting on the side sadly. His body felt so many different things and most of all he felt confused, used and cheap. Bruising had formed where the other had grabbed him during the incident as he stripped his clothing off and lay it on the floor silently. It would probably go for evidence. He pulled the water to a halt and sat there silently not wanting to get into the water. He knew it would hurt and right now he couldn't face anything else. Looking down he sighed as he watched the bruises. Nobody had done the DNA collection that usually happened after a rape so the evidence was close to being washed away. Then the chances of a conviction were going to be almost a million to one without proof. Silently the boy lay there watching the steaming water, hand swirling in it silently, a small smile crossing his pale and tired face. I wish I still had my rubber duck. he mumbled.
Thread: Val + Tasuki

Elliot sighed softly as he watched the younger male slowly wobble toward the upstairs. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sat down in the chair the victim was sitting in. He knew that not going to the hospital to get tests and what not done was a huge mistake, but he couldn??t bring himself to force the other to do something he didn??t want to do? He??d already went through that once that night and Erie didn??t think he needed to again. Once the water began to run he began contemplating on whether he should go stand by the door or not. To you know??be there if anything should happen. He quietly walked into the living room, his destination being the upstairs. As he drew near the stairs he noticed the boy??s mother resting on the couch. ??She must??ve worried herself to sleep?? he thought. He made his way over to the chair she drifted off in and kneeled down beside her. Taking her hand into his, he gently stroked it. ??Miss?? he called out to her softly. When she awoke she smiled, her son??s name escaping her lips. ??Oh no I??m?a friend. He??s in the bath. He wanted me to take you to your room.? Too tired to question the situation she just agreed allowing him to escort her to her bedroom??which she directed him to. He made his way to only room in the hall that had light coming from under the door and assumed it was the bathroom. Standing by the door he sighed softly. He knocked on it gently. ??You okay?? he asked.
Thread: Val + Tasuki

It's open. he said quietly as he sat there staring at the water arms wrapped over his body as he looked at the doorway. His body was shaking as he hid his head in his shoulder and he stared at the wall before looking back to his rescuer's direction. He couldn't face getting in the water and he felt so uncomfortable being on his own as he felt tears running down his face again. He just pulled his robe on and around his battered body putting his clothes by the door as he opened it and then went and sat down again or moore knelt and kept his behind from touching the floor as he sat there on the floor. The steam rose from the bath and he just watched it as he bit his lip before nervously moving over to it as he peered at the liquid waiting silently as he curled up holding his head. He felt so much pain he couldn't face a ffew moments to clean himself up and he just continued his fits of tears as he had another panic attack on the floor soft pleads to not rape him leaving his throat as he lay on his side seemingly trapped in a trance of some description.
Thread: We're all adults here!

Ladies, post tits! Gentlement, post cock! I'll go after someone else, just to see if there is an interest.
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I-I don't have a penis.
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....Oh my god... Where did my penis go?! Someone help TT
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Did you not read the rules, Axiom? V. No nude photos of yourself unless you can reference a 2257 document off-site. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Of course he read the rules, Axiom is Red Lion.
Thread: Oh, bby...

I'm gonna make sweet, sweet love to you. Or in you. More likely in. And probably not very sweet. Now to raise 2500 to buy you. D listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Did you just get it?
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I haven't gotten it. I still need 2500 to get it. But I WILL get it! listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Very nice! Good luck getting the 2,500 quickly! cheers
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I'm considering calling my father... That'd be a fun conversation. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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I think I know an easy way for you to get all that money.
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I likes this one personally.
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Lyra said I likes this one personally. Click to expand... Looks like a toy to me... -peers at the picture suspiciously- listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Axiom said I think I know an easy way for you to get all that money. Click to expand... Well, I could always go out on OBT and whore myself out... But I don't think my boyfriend would like that. And I'd end up getting some nasty disease. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Its a 67 chevy impala.
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My dream car is a 1969 Camaro SS, but beggars can't be choosers. I'll take that one. listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: Oh, bby...

prettylyksin said Looks like a toy to me... -peers at the picture suspiciously- listulistulistulistulistulistu Click to expand... It does look like a toy in certain areas, but in others it looks too detailed to be a toy... if I had to make a guess I'd say it's a Tilt-Shift Photograph. Tilt-Shifts are pictures modified to make them look like toys. See !-- m --a classpostlink href ... otographya!-- m -- for some amazing examples of Tilt-Shifting sorry for the off-topic post.
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My dream car is a SkyLine GT-R32 -
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personally i wouldnt mind a certin canary yellow porshe...evil grins oh alice! but nice choice on the first one.
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irena said personally i wouldnt mind a certin canary yellow porshe...evil grins oh alice! but nice choice on the first one. Click to expand... I hate the color yellow. D listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: Oh, bby...

awww im sorry...
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-shrug- To each their own, right? Personally, my favorite colors are blue and brown. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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My idea car would be a Lotus Esprit. ...First I need to get off my lazy ass and learn how to drive though. lol
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Never heard of it. I'm not too familiar with new cars. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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!-- m --a classpostlink href m -- '97 or so.
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... No comment. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Haha, I know. It looks really dorky and 80's. I just always liked it for some reason.
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It doesn't look 80's. At least not to me. I don't know what I don't like about it... Its just is hideous in my eyes. listulistulistulistulistulistu
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Ah, well..to each their own. Your hopefulcar looks stylish either way.
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Its a certainty! The owner is holding it for me until I get raise the money. x 3 listulistulistulistulistulistu
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Shilo stepped out into the cold night air, feeling it lick at her face as she took a breath. Her father, the one person she thought she could count on, was dead. Not only was he dead, but he had bold-face lied to her. She felt her stomach churn at the thought as she ducked into the opera house's alleyway, hand pressing against her stomach. She doubled over for a moment, just in case, but nothing came. She blinked back tears as she stood straight again, lifting her hand to run her fingers over her wig. All you have to do is pull the trigger. Her hands shook with the memory of the cold gun in her hand, watching her father struggle for composure in his chair. Rotti's angry face, so many new facts being thrown at her. Sinking down against the wall, she tried to keep her dying father's face from her mind, tried to forget that he had admitted to poisoning and imprisoning her. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of audience members leaving the theater, their shocked voices filling the air it was enough to clear her head, to make her run. She was half-way home before she realized she couldn't go back there. Memories of his voice echoing back at her from the walls, empty frames where her mother's holographic used to be it was all too much to bear. Breathing a little heavier than normal she wasn't exactly used to running, especially without her mask, she paused mid-step and looked around her. It was dark and she could hear the announcements being made everywhere around her, inviting people to sign up for their next operation and the robotic voice announcing graverobbers will be killed on sight. She wrapped her arms around herself as she turned slowly, unsure which way would be best to go it's not like she had anywhere other than her home to run to.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Poor little lost lamb A familar figure lurked in a dark alley,cloaked in shadows. Painted lips twisted into a predatorial grin as soulless black eyes trailed the small girl. Poor, naive little girl. He felt for her, honestly he did. She was a sweet little thing, even while covered in her father's blood. He had watched the opera, same as everyone else, but had slipped away soon after Shilo had left. She had been cared for and sheltered her entire life,from what he could understand. Now she had no one. Just a big empty house and problably a giant wad of cash. He had no doubt that Nathan had left everything he owned to her in the event of his death. Ahhh, but she was so much more then a pretty penny. He could see a lot of potential within her and there was nothing he enjoyed more then tainting good little girls. Take Amber Sweet for an example. She hadn't always been a scalpel slut. A hand shot out from the darkness just as the girl passed the alley, a rough palm covering her mouth to muffle the scream which was sure to come. Shhh...kid. He whispered as he yanked her into the darkness and against the hard wall of his chest. She seemed to recognize his voice, allowing him to drop his hand away once her struggled stopped. You alright? He was a master of deception, able to make himself seemed genuinely concerned for her safety. His arms kept her pulled against his body, enoying the softness of her curves and warmth. The scent of death lingered on his trenchcoat from his zydrate harvesting. You've got to lay low for a bit. You don't want the Largo family to get their hands on you, not after daddy dearest tried to hand over the company to you.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

She could feel goosebumps rising on her skin and she looked down as she rubbed her arms some. The sight of her father's and Mag's blood was enough to make her stomach turn again and she looked away, turning her eyes towards the sky instead. She took a few breaths and then starting walking again, moving onto the sidewalk. As she passed an alley, a hand clamped over her mouth as she was pulled away from the lights of the street. Her eyes widened and she screamed, though it was too muffled to be heard by anyone. Shilo felt his chest against her back first and then heard her voice, her head turning somewhat to see that it was in face GraveRobber. The relief and fear mixed in her stomach and veins as he dropped his hand. At his question, she averted her gaze and shook her head somewhat of course she wasn't alright. She had just witnessed her idol and her father being treated like animals. She could smell the stench of bodies clinging to him like it was his favourite cologne, but the feel of his strong arms around her body was comforting enough for her to breathe through it. She nodded to what he said about the Largo family imaging Amber's angry hands around her neck was enough to send chills down her spine. I, she paused, took a breath to calm herself some. I don't really have anywhere to hide, though. Even if I were to go home, I'm sure they know the address. Instead of turning her head to look at GraveRobber again, she looked out towards the street. It wasn't meant to sound like she was asking him to take her under his wing, but she couldn't think of anyone who made her feel safe he was the next best bet.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Strong arms snaked around a tiny waist. She was so small he could span his arms around her waist and hook them together infront of her and he was aware that Shilo's body was shaking. She was trembling, possibly still in shock from the events at the opera. Christ this kid was tempting when she was vulnerable. Who better to scoop up this poor little lost dove then himself? She'd wind up on the streets eventually anyway. He knew her type. Those good little girls that daddies try to lock up eventually become wild childs. No where to go? He questioned. Surely Shilo knew someone else. Anyone else? Ofcourse this was all just an act to make him seem like a caring friend. Graverobber seemed to frown in thought, a small crease forming between his eyebrows before he made his decision. I suppose I can hide you until this is all over. I've gotten rather good at avoiding Geneco so you'll be safe. His arms left her, fishing through the pockets of his coat. An empty vial spilled out before he finally pulled out a hankerchief which was only slightly dirty. His hands turned her body so that she was facing him. He leaned in, his long unkept hair swaying forward to brush her face as he gently began to dab away the blood drying on her face. I've got something that'll take the pain away. He offered. First hit is always free....but this is a one time thing.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Against her will, Shilo's eyes closed as his arms moved around her waist. She could feel her heart racing against her chest, tainted blood coursing too quickly through her veins. Hearing his voice again, she turned her head to look at him, nodding slightly. Had Mag survived, she would've been sent to her instead, but even that idea was too terrifying to imagine. If Mag had gotten away with removing her own eyes, she knew for a fact that GeneCo wouldn't just let her slip away. She watched the crease form between his eyebrows, briefly considering running her thumb over it as if to rub it away. She practically fell backwards when his arms moved, but she steadied herself. Her eyes glanced down to her foot when she heard the glass his the pavement, the blue of the Zydrate glowing like a beacon. Feeling his hands on her body, she looked away from the vial, instead letting her eyes fall on his face. She leaned away from the handkerchief for a moment before stopping, realizing what he was trying to do. You would help me? she asked timidly, eyes closing for a moment as his hair brushed against her skin. She opened them again, her eyebrows pulling together a little when he spoke again. Turning her face away from him, she looked down at the vial near their feet she couldn't take Zydrate, could she? She looked back at GraveRobber and thought about accepting the offer, tried to imagine how it would feel to be numb. If she was honest with herself, it was a fairly tempting offer, but she couldn't risk it. She shook her head somewhat, hoping that he couldn't see the doubt of her choice showing in her eyes. I can't, she said softly.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Graverobber appeared to be her knight in in goth armor at the moment when in reality he was far, far from it. He was going to turn her into a scalpel slut hooked on zydrate eventually. It was going to be a slow process ofcourse, with him leading her along by the hand. Did he feel any remorse for using her after everyone who had ever cared for her had used her cruely? Ofcourse not. What was one more cut on her already bleeding heart going to change? Nothing. At least he could make her happy. He feigned a hurt look when she questioned his integrity, clamping a hand over his chest asif she had wounded him. You have to ask? How can I turn away a sweet little thing like you? With those sweet little doe eyes. He charmed her by stroking his thumb across her petal soft lips. His movements were over the top and quite theatrical. His eyes followed hers to the little blue vial which he picked up. He pulled his coat aside and slid the glowing vial into a specially made holster at his hip where zydrate bottles were kept. Alright kid. I'm not going to pressure you into it. Zydrate's bad for you anyway. It was almost comical to see a dealer saying such things. His hand dropped to the top of her head, petting her hair tenderly. Can you walk? I'll take you to a hotel so you can clean yourself up. You should have a soft bed to sleep on, not a dumpster.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Part of her wanted to completely trust him and, a few hours ago, she would have. But with all the excitement at the opera and the things that were revealed was enough to make her doubt everything. The look of hurt on his face made her frown, though, and she truly felt bad for questioning his offer. I'm sorry, she said softly, eyes looking up to his for a moment. She watched his face as his hand moved to hers, her lips parting slightly at the feel of his thumb. Once again, she felt her eyes closing against her will only this time her knees felt a little weak as well. When he pulled away, she let out a breath and opened her eyes, watching him pick up the vial. A faint blush came to her cheeks as her eyes strayed to his hip and, thus, his crotch. Feeling his hand on her head, she looked up again, biting her lower lip a little. The idea that he was actually promoting not using Zydrate was a little odd shouldn't a dealer be pushing instead of caving? I can walk, she said, her voice a little harsher than normal. She had been through more than she had her entire life, but she could still walk. Couldn't GeneCo find us at a hotel? She imagined them barging in, guns in hand and Luigi's anger nearly palpable as she curled into herself on the bed. It would be better than a dumpster, but I'd rather still be alive in the morning.
Thread: I'll let you fuck my soul for a hit of the glow.

Graverobber smile to himself as Shilo's eyes closed once he stroked her full, pink lips. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He could imagine those sweet cherub lips wrapped around his cock. Soon . He thought to himself before turning his attention back to the girl who was now eyeing his crotch. Heh. Maybe sooner then he planned. Wow. Kitten has claws... He joked, throwing up his hands in surrender at the harsh tone of voice. The smile he flashed her was charming, designed to make even the most jaded whore weak in the knees. His smile widened as she worried over being found. Not only was she cute and resilent, she was smart as well. Trust me. I never said we were going to pay for the room. I've stole some credit off a fresh corpse. He waved his hands infront of her face asif performing a magic trick and suddenly a credit card appeared out of thin air. Geneco can only trace us through credit, but all they'll see is...His gaze dropped to read the name on the card. ...Gene Grar. He began to walk towards the street, stopping to glance around the dark corners to be sure it was safe before motioning for the girl to follow him. They passed a set of prostitues, twins, who called out to him. Hey Graverobber, who's the freshmeat? Yeah. She looks a little young. Should we start calling you Cradlerobber? Graverobber laughed off their comments, wrapping his arm around Shilo's waist, spinning and swiftly dipping her as if they were dancing. The whores laughed,but seemed to leave them alone after that. He straightened her and gripped her hand, leading her further into the dark and unknown streets.