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Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy watched as Ellie actually did pretty well on the return. However, she was putting too much emphasis on her fingers, when it should have been done with her palms. As the ball went over the net, he saw Mark plow in by Ellie, knocking her down and the ball in a different direction. Randy quickly set it, and a teammate of his spiked it over the net to land in an empty space on the court, scoring the first point for Randy's team. He approached the net. Come here, Mark. The boy came jogging over. Hey, Randy. What's up? Be more careful when going after the ball. You knocked down one of your own teammates. Mark turned to look at Ellie, who was rubbing a bruise on her arm. Hey, sorry, man. I just got carried away. Someone rolled the ball to Randy. Now go serve that bad boy. You got it, Randy said with a smile as he spun it on his finger. He returned to the serving area. This time, he served it to the left side of the court, away from Ellie. He wanted to give her a chance to recover from the fall. It was only while he was defending from a return that he noticed the buns in her hair again. It actually kind of disappointed him, as he thought she looked hot when she let her hair down. Ellie was like Velma from Scooby-Doo, always modest in her clothing, but could look hot if she wanted to. With her hair down, a body like that, and a sweet personality, she could have the guy she wanted if she had the confidence to try.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy continued to play the game, ending with his team winning. He knuckle bumped some teammates and headed into the men's locker room. After a quick shower and towel off, he was back into his regular clothes and on his way to class. He was glad that Mark had apologized, but Ellie seemed embarrassed by it. Randy saw her int he hallway, dressed in her usual outfit. It would be hard to know that beneath those clothes was a hell of a good body, like a lion with the personality of a mouse. Randy headed upstairs to his History class. After some lessons on the Byzantine Empire, he left the class for a third one. After that ended, he switched books at his locker and headed downstairs for lunch. After getting his tray, he found a large group of friends and sat with them. There was much joking around and some flirting from the girls to him. One asked him out on a date, but he had to turn her down because he had a boxing match for the coming weekend. When lunch was over, he headed upstairs to head to class. Randy passed by the tutoring lab, where Ellie was working. He waved to her, but was not sure if she saw him. He shrugged and walked into math class. Her help had allowed him to grasp some of the harder stuff, and he was getting somewhere. He would never like math, but being able to pass it would be nice. More than anything, he was excited to hit the gym after school and start preparing for his match.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny The rest of the day went by smoothly for Randy. He hustled out the front door, and that was when he saw Ellie walking by herself. He remembered that he had promised her some athletic help, and it was a warm day outside today. Randy jogged over to her to catch up. Hey, Ellie. Nice day, huh? He began walking casually beside her. So, did you want to do some athletic tutoring today? I'm free, anytime. He noticed that she looked kind of down, but honestly, she always looked kind of down. Randy gently put his arm around her, pulling her kind of close to him. Don't look so down. Being down invites clouds, and it would be a shame for clouds to darken this lovely day. He smiled his charming smile and looked at her. In the same way clouds darken a sunny day, a frown darkens a pretty face. Smile, and let your beauty shine for all to see. He gave her a wink and kept walking with her.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy chuckled when she said he was odd. I prefer the term unique. He turned as Melanie, the same girl who had asked him out at lunch, approached them. Instead of a smile, she looked pissed off. When she accused him of dating Ellie, he shook his head. No, that's not what's going on. Many of his friends were gathering around, and he began to feel uncomfortable. He had a valid excuse not to go on a date, and had been polite about turning her down, so he never expected Melanie to be so vindictive. Ellie spoke up and old them that he always walked her home. That was not exactly true, but it was close to the truth. Yeah, I was just walking her home. Ellie then did something unexpected, speaking up for her chest size. Many of his friends began going oooh, burn! and one black guy went dayuuumm! Melanie turned red with rage, knowing that Ellie was right about the chest size thing. Ellie looked up to him and he nodded. You did well, he said with a smile. Randy took Ellie with him as they went through the crowd. Once they were a good distance away, he turned to her. I'm sorry about that. Sometimes the popular girls get bitchy when I turn them down. They don't understand that it's not personal, I just don't have time for dates. He then looked ahead. And just to clarify, I don't have a girlfriend. I've actually...never had a girlfriend. Randy took Ellie into the park and sat down on a bench with her. So, you never did answer me as to whether you wanted to do athletic practice today. He took his arm from around her and smiled. It hasn't been this nice out in a while.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy nodded. Yeah, it is all about whether someone is happy or not. I appreciate your understanding. He watched as she began swinging. He did not know that she had a treadmill at her place. When she said that he would make a great boyfriend, he chuckled. I don't know. I don't have much experience in that area. When she asked him how long it took to qualify as a date, he shrugged. Thirty minutes to an hour, I think. Why, are you wanting to consider this a date? He stood up and began stretching his arms.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy watched as she stood up. When her sweater went up, he saw the top of a surprisingly curvy butt. Her face turning red had told him that she had wanted to consider it a date. I don't know if there is any set rule on how long a date has to last. He nodded. Yeah, I was planning on training tonight. He approached her, putting his arm around her. It felt surprisingly good to be this close to her. But, I can put it off for a bit. I would like to spend some time with you. If that would be okay. He wanted to talk with Ellie, and hang out with her a bit, because she seemed like a good girl, and he wanted to know her better.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy looked at her when she asked why he had his arm around her. Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't notice. He took his arm from around her and continued walking beside her. I know I don't have to spend time with you. But, I want to. Randy was kind of annoyed that Ellie bailed on the athletic tutoring. She had made such a big deal out of it the other day that he was surprised she would abandon it so easily. By the look of her moves in gym class, she desperately needed it. He wanted to spend a little bit of time with her, though. Since he was not rushing off to the gym to train, he wanted something to be worth his while. Seeing how Ellie lived might be enlightening for him. As they approached the house, Randy whistled. Pretty big house. Your parents must have some cash. When they went inside, the inside was just as fancy as the outside. It was completely different from where he lived. Randy turned to Ellie, his smile ever present. I suppose I could give you a workout, after all. How about showing me around? Must be lots to see in this big place. He kicked off his shoes so as not to track mud in. What do your parents do for work? It must be pretty important to afford this place.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy nodded when she said that she wanted to get to know him better. I'm glad to hear it. Randy told her about his favorite movies, which were both violent action flicks and comedies. He shared his love of pizza with her, and they even had a lively discussion about books, which made Ellie glow with joy. It made sense that Ellie's house was so big, since her parents were both higher-ups in the very lucrative medical field. When Ellie suddenly bent over in front of him, her tights revealed an almost uncovered view of her perfect ass, which gave him a hard-on. Randy began taking the grand tour with her, nearly slipping on the hardwood floors because of his socks. The paint scheme did not differ from room-to-room, but the fireplace looked like the perfect place to cozy up on a cold winter's night. Randy had learned enough from his history class to identify antique, and likely expensive, furniture from the Italian Renaissance period, with a little bit of early Victorian thrown in. The living room even had one of those old brown globes that rich people seemed to like for no reason at all. The rest of the house was equally ornate and fancy, clearly of a much higher income level than he was likely to ever see. The house even had its own library, chock full of the classics. The house had a full gym that rivaled the Iron Jaw's, a mini storage garage, a wine room that seemed to come standard with these old houses, and their own laundromat. With all of this stuff, he didn't see why they would ever need to leave the house except for work and groceries. When they upstairs, he saw Ellie's brother's room, which was classic ten-year-old. Ellie's room was clearly hers, and he sat down on the bed. Here is fine. Randy looked at all of the science stuff, even a pet frog. Her room was immaculate, with math posters up and a Periodic Table of the Elements behind her bed. I feel kind of foolish for offering you help when you have that full gym in the basement. By the looks of it, it was not used much. So, what do you want to do, Ellie? The tour is over, so now we head to the main event.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy shrugged. Well, you made it seem like I owed it to you. I guess you weren't that serious about it, though. She ran off a list of suggestions. I'm not really into video games, and I stopped wanting to be read to when I was younger. However, there may be something else we could do. Randy scooted closer to her. I guess we could just talk. He reached over and gently took her hair out of its bun so that it hung down. I like it better when your hair is down. It makes you look really pretty. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her to say what was on her mind.
Thread: The Ringing Bell of Destiny (True Grave and Isabelle)

RE The Ringing Bell of Destiny Randy frowned a bit. If you wanted to hang out, you could have just told me. She blushed darker when he made the comment about her hair. You're welcome. He stood up. We're going to do a little training, though. He turned to her. Put on some gym clothes and meet me in the gym. He went downstairs into the basement gym. Even if Ellie had not really meant it, he was still going to help her. Besides, he needed a bit of a workout, too. This could be beneficial for the both of them.
Thread: The Case of the Century

Another problem, another swig. A faint sigh escaped Bogart's lips as he wiped away the traces of alcohol from his lips, calloused fingers loosening around his half-empty bottle of whiskey. Pushing it to the side, mindful to keep it in arm's reach, the detective's bruised eyes wandered back down towards the stack of papers that sat before him. In his long, thirty-three years of living Leon Bogart had dealt with much. He'd seen stuff that'd drive your typical mortal mad, had been wounded so many times that beneath his clothing was nothing more than a patchwork of a man. Despite all of that shit, however, there was still something that drove a chill up his spine. Bills. A faint scowl darkened his already annoyed features as he made yet another signature, trying his best to keep the numbers all added up in his head. Already he was getting pretty damn close to the danger zone, and he hadn't even gotten into the utilities. Business had pretty dried up, with only the occasional customer popping up. And, unlike what the movies had you believe, it was never some mysterious femme fatale with a fortune hidden up in her none-too-modest dress. It was always some old lady asking him to find her cat, or a bunch of coked-up punks asking for something a bit less legal. He took another swig of whiskey, savoring the fire before putting it back in its place. Gently lowering his pencil, the detective went ahead and allowed his eyes a small break. He'd been at this for the last couple of hours, and though he'd gotten one of the cheap offices with not even a single window Bogart had to assume it was already getting at least a bit dark outside. Liam had probably already gotten home from school. Maybe...? His hand brushed the phone for a moment, hesitating a brief moment before pulling it away. Nah, the kid was fine. They'd get a chance to talk when he brought home dinner. Of course... Tired green eyes fell back upon the stack of papers, another sigh leaving his lips as he ran a hand through his mop of raven hair. ...looking at how things were going so far, that wasn't going to be for some time.
Thread: The Case of the Century

Nadiya knew how to make an entrance-- even if unintended. She knocked on the office door with the pounding one would expect from a middle-aged policeman. The vampire didn't wait for a reply it was an office, after all, and the knock was as much courtesy as she was going to give this night. Striding into the office with heavy steps from black, large, belted boots, she asked, Are you the private investigator? Her voice was raw as embers but beautiful as an organ. A mop of blue curls coiled around a long face of exquisite beauty, her features emphasized with striking make up. Her pale skin was like porcelain and lined in various tattoos. Her left arm was an entire sleeve of Halloween themed designs. A blue Chinese dragon could be seen riding up the length of her stomach, curling around her back and coming back up on her chest. The torn up shirt she wore revealed a lot, including her love for Davide Bowie. The scowl on her face wasn't a result of him. It was a day spent going from PI to PI with no success. This was her last place on the map and the only one that looked half credible. At least the man was decent looking she sized him up with a dash of pheromones toward him. She pulled it back, not having meant to send it.
Thread: The Case of the Century

He heard the girl before she even reached the door, keen ears picking out the distant sound of footsteps. Bogart didn't pay them much mind, however. Bunch of people rented out offices here, and the lucky bastards generally got quite a few customers than he did. This was probably another o- BANGBANGBANG The moldy old door nearly buckled, the PI's eyes quick to shoot back upwards. Or maybe it was for him. Sheesh, someone was in a hurry. Quickly sliding his whiskey bottle beneath the desk and moving the stack of bills to the side, the man watched as the door opened with a creak, hands crossed as he waited for his potential customer to show themselves. Huh, Great, another punk Now, he wasn't exactly one to judge on appearance but even Bogart had to admit that the woman who just strolled into his office didn't exactly give him the best feeling. Dyed hair, torn up clothing, half her body covered in ink. He'd seen her sort before, and the sort of shit they handed him was never pleasant. 'Course, not like he could afford to be picky now... The one and only, At least she had a nice voice, there was something right? In fact... He could feel himself leaning forward just a tad, eyes narrowing only slightly. There was something else that was starting to put him on edge, though he couldn't quite put a finger on it. He'd almost say that the lady standing in front of him wasn't 100 human, but...but that was ridiculous. Sure, it'd been a while since he'd really made use of his powers but still. Even with the rustiness, Bogart liked to imagine that he at least would've been capable of detecting something before she came within even a mile of his office. Scratching at his stubbly chin, Bogart broke out of his thoughts and refocused upon the woman, ...what's the issue, Ms...? Hm, was it just him or was there something else in the air now? Wait a minute... For a moment, a flicker of surprise would flash through his otherwise tired eyes. He was as quick as ever to regain his composure, however.
Thread: The Case of the Century

My brother is missing, she said, all business and she pulled a reign on her vampiric charms. After the day she'd been having, it was no surprised they were wafting toward the first attractive man she'd run across. The smell of whiskey was on his breathe and she could feel the thoughts flowing through his head. She refrained from rolling her eyes. Once someone sees her, they assume they had her pegged. Fuck that. I moved here a few days ago I have a key to his apartment and went to surprised him, but he wasn't home, she said as she drew closer, hand dipping into her bag. Let me lay it out on the table. No one's been willing to work with me. Her eyes flashed with something stronger than annoyance at the memories. I'm a vampire, as is my brother. I think something's taken him. I want to find whatever it is. Can you help me? She pulled out a roll of money for incentive.
Thread: Club Fang

I wouljd like to join as a bartender.
Thread: Club Fang

I like the idea...But I'm not sure if I'm completely hooked yet.. -xSRx
Thread: Club Fang

Yay! We have a bartender and x-Snorkle-Rainbow-x, I understand my idea isnt super well detailed but I want it to be character directed. I have given you the setting and an idea along with jobs but what happens is decided by the characters. I figure that we will need at least four more characters If Miss Snorkle joins of course five if she doesnt
Thread: Club Fang

I can be bartender 2
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I'll play a cook. when we are talking supernatural do we mean just vampires, or can we play as what ever, Because the idea of a demon flipping burgers is awesome.
Thread: Club Fang

I might be interested in this. Could I have more info first?
Thread: Club Fang

Supernatural means anything you can think of and there isnt much more info. This would be a character based plot meaning that what ever the characters do change what the storyline is.
Thread: Club Fang

Hmmm....I might go ahead and give this one a shot. I'll be your first customer Now to figure out what creature I'd like to be
Thread: Club Fang

I would be interested in joining. Perhaps as a Co-Manager. Now if I am accepted, Just need to figure out my character details.
Thread: Club Fang

I would like to join as a cook, if you don't mind that is.
Thread: Club Fang

I could do manager or security, whichever you need more.
Thread: Club Fang

I wanna be a customer
Thread: Club Fang

What? No waitresses or GROs? Well, if you are looking for one then count me in.
Thread: Club Fang

I'll be a customer!
Thread: The Dead Don't Cry - A Victorian Tragedy (Skeith & Spellbinder)

In an age of human ingenuity and industrial revolution, when appearance and reputation were of the highest importance, a child was abandoned to fate. The wealthy parents would not be seen raising an albino, nor make clear the mother's indiscretion, as the child born was half-elven. The city was far too dangerous for an abandoned infant to survive. This moment should have been the end of an already tragic tale, but it wasn't. The child was rescued from the cold by a performer from a traveling circus. The child was raised among the circus performers until she was seven. At that delicate age, when curiosity and innocence were at their prime, the child was brought to understand the true nature of the circus. She was brutalized, raped, and tortured until no sign of her humanity remained. A single knife was given to her as her only possession, and she was forced to use it. She was trained to combat monsters and wild animals. Her training eventually brought to serve as an attraction for the travelling circus. A seven year old albino butcher, with a taste for mayhem and slaughter. At the age of twelve, her circus home was raided by bandits. She alone survived. She survived on the streets of the every populated London, until such a time as she was found, and placed into the city's only multi-racial school. Where she was given meals, a bed, and an education. Though no amount of kindness could teach this broken child humanity. Or so it was believed. Reina Chipple, now sixteen years old, sat at her desk at the back of the class, her hair worn to hide her pointed ears from view, and her eyes glued to the paper in front of her. Her quill sat idly in her bottle of ink, her work still unstarted. Her eyes flashed to the front of the class when she heard the teacher's booming voice, welcoming yet another student to the class numbering nearly 100. With so many empty seats, Reina silently rejoiced in the knowledge that her solitude would likely go undisturbed.