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Thread: Freshman Fridays and Anxiety Attacks (Faolan and Blistered)

at first, Jeffrey was a little bit put off from the fact that all he was doing was merely offering a gentlemanly gesture for her to accept, but he could understand it. Last thing you'd want to do is hold hands with some stranger that you only had just met not more than several minutes ago. But now that they were out in the hallway now, Jeffrey would then look around, pondering just where was the cafeteria in this swarm of early risers. Honestly, one would think they would just put up traffic lights in order to get these people moving in the right way, he thought. Oh, if only one could thank God for small favors. Not long after, Jeffrey glanced over to Mia as he saw a group of girls brush past them, nearly all eyes were on Mia when they did. He took note of the expression on Mia's face, watching as her ears had drooped then laid flat on her skull as he glanced up to seeing two boys of about his age come by with smirks on their faces. Once again, Jeffrey glanced over to Mia as he began to hear her breath coming out with steadily increased difficulty as the two of them were heading into the more crowded section of the common area. Considerately, Jeffrey slowly reached out an arm and curled it around Mia's waist as he gently pulled her close to him before he spoke to her in a gentle voice. Easy... Easy now. He said to her calmly.
Thread: Freshman Fridays and Anxiety Attacks (Faolan and Blistered)

Mia did not shy away as Jeff pulled her closer, his arm wrapped around her waist. She had barely even noticed. Those pale blue eyes darted back and forth, watching each person that passed by them carefully. His words were soothing, but Mia was past the point where soothing words could bring her back down. Mia quickly tried to turn around. She needed to get back to her room, away from all of the people...so many people. The hallways seemed to narrow and the crowd seemed to thicken to the poor neko. She could feel the dizziness start to take hold, stumbling. Too many...too many... She panted. Mia's vision began to blur and gray, the neko trying hard to get back to her room where she would be safe.
Thread: Freshman Fridays and Anxiety Attacks (Faolan and Blistered)

At that moment, Jeffrey could see the expression on Mia's distressed face. It spoke volumes to him that she needed to get to get out of this area. Oh boy... He muttered to himself as he then began to follow her closely then puts his arm around her once again with a worried look on his face. Alright, Mia... Just stay with me now. We're almost back to the dorm room. He said as he kept by her side and began to coach her vocally. Even when she began to stumble, Jeffrey was supporting her as if he was a mobile crutch. Easy, easy. Jeffrey said again, his voice holding firm but was coming out in a gentle tone. We're almost there. He added as he looked straight ahead after a bit.
Thread: Freshman Fridays and Anxiety Attacks (Faolan and Blistered)

If Jeffrey had not supported her on her way back to the room, Mia would have collapsed in the middle of the hallway. Trembling hands pushed open the door to her room and she stumbled inside. She pulled away from Jeff and collapsed on her bed. Isamu mewed loudly and jumped up beside the neko as she curled up tight, trying to regain control of her breathing. The kitten pressed his nose against her cheek, mewing again. It almost seemed like the kitten knew what was wrong and was trying to help calm her down. He curled up beside her face, licking her cheek. Good...good kitty...good...Isamu... Several minutes had passed when she finally spoke. Her voice was shaky and her face pale. Trembling hands pulled the little black kitten close to her chest.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

Rebecca had walked back to the small apartment she shared with another girl, a stripper who she actually hadn't seen in a few days. It was a cluttered mess but it was home for now. She had left home several months ago when her parents discovered her drug habit caused by a mixture of depression and peer pressure. No one could deny she was an addict who would do anything to get her next fix. Even make counterfeit pills to trade with dealers for the real stuff. It was all back alley and the dealers she screwed couldn't find her or call the police on her for giving a bad deal. In fact, this evening she had done just that. Right now she held in her hand a baggie of OCs that had been traded for little more than sugar pills cut with a little LSD. But by the time the stupid dealer knew it, she was gone and out of touch. Becky hardly frequented the same clubs in the same couple weeks and her looks constantly changed to keep her identity a secret. Right now her long curls were black with hints of red strips. Her body was lithe, thin from lack of food No money and too many pills. But she didn't mind regardless, men liked that she still had a curvy chest and booty to match. Grabbing a coke from the fridge she popped one of her free pills and laid back on the patchy couch and flipped on the cable her roomies 'rich' boyfriend paid for.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

He had been ripped off and made a fool of, this was not something that Jason was fond of. Though he did not use drugs himself he always had plenty on hand for the parties that he threw, wanting his guests to enjoy themselves. But the man that he normally went through had been arrested so he had gone to a new girl, it wasn't something that he had been happy about but he hadn't had a choice in the matter. So three grand had been dropped on an assortment of drugs and that evening he had been disappointed to hear his guests complain about the 'candy' he was trying to pass off. That had been a week ago and now he had finally tracked down the young lady who had sold to him and Jason was going to teach the bitch some manners. At first he had thought about having her killed but another idea had occurred to him, the drugs had cost more then just the money... his reputation had suffered and he would train her to repay him for that. Now he stood outside her door, all six feet and two inches of him, a muscular two hundred and forty pounds with close cut black hair that made his green eyes stand out more. He didn't carry anything to drug her, he wanted her to fight, he wanted to establish his dominance. With a grin Jason pounded on the door to the shit hole apartment that she was lived in, not for much longer though. Open up, I got money and I need a fix. He yelled, wanting to get her to the door right away.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

The pounding on her door made her jump nearly onto the floor. She was slightly dazed from the OC she had popped before as she got up too quickly and the room spun. When the rather obnoxiously loud voice yelled about needing a fix, she scrambled to move fast. Fuck, I'm coming....hold your horses! she shouted at the man, unsure who the hell told him where she lived and that she was holding. Cursing at the box she kicked across the floor, she got to the door in record speed. Unlatching the dead bolt she opened it some to look up at the man there. He was several inches taller than her 5'7 frame and outweighed her easily by a hundred pounds or more. And it looked like it was all pure muscle. Frowning at the loud man she hissed at him, What the hell do you want? She hadn't changed earlier from her club outfit, still wearing the low cut tank top from before and a pair of jeans that looked painted on. Her hair was tossed from laying on the couch but her make up was still perfect.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

She looked like she was on drugs, like she had just rolled out of bed after crashing hard. Of course when he had first seen her he had pegged her as a junkie. As soon as he had her he would be using that as leverage over her, while slowly breaking her of the drugs that she was on. He would have no use of a slave who was constantly looking for her next fix when instead she should be looking to him for the pleasure that she needed. You recently ripped me off. He glared down at her as he pushed his way into the apartment, moving her out of the way as though she weighed nothing at all before slamming the door shut. The neighborhood that she was living in people had to be used to that sort of thing, no doubt they wouldn't pay any mind to the screams that would soon be emanating from the apartment. And no one ever rips me off without any consequences. Looking around the place Jason was disgusted, this little whore was living in filth. Disgusting. He grunted as he locked the door behind him and then looked back to his soon to be victim. Not just this place but you... Approaching her he shed his jacket, laying it down on what looked like a clean surface. No matter, I have fucked nastier in my day and once you get cleaned up you will make a respectable little slut for me.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

Her mind was fuzzy from the narcotics but when he spoke about ripping him off her mind cleared some. It explained why he looked so familiar to her, he was the dealer she traded the counterfeits from a week ago. Fuck. Shaking her head slightly, she tried to shove him back out when he first entered the apartment but it did absolutely nothing. It was like moving against a train, he barrelled past her and locked the door within seconds. Panicking slightly now, she vaguely remembered Lisa saying she had a gun somewhere. Look man, what I sold you wasn't junk. Your clients must be getting tolerant...ain't my fault. she told him calmly, hiding her sudden fear as her thoughts ran over the apartment. Where the hell would she hide a gun in this place? If you clients didn't like it tough, it's no refunds darlin'. Then he was suddenly talking about fucking her and being his slut and she outright bolted for the bedroom. She slammed the flimsy door shut behind her and immediately went to the dresser, yanking the drawers open quickly. Fuck fuck fuck.... she muttered, digging through tops and g-strings for the piece. She went to the bed and yanked up one corner of the shanky matress finding the hopefully useful handgun.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

She was quick he would give her that but he had expected her to try to run, no doubt a dealer would have a weapon hidden somewhere around her apartment and was ready for that. As she bolted he took off after her right away, easily crashing through the flimsy door, actually breaking it off its hinges before the lock broke. Right behind her he saw her digging for the gun and grabbing her by the back of her hair yanked her away before she could get a decent grip on the weapon. Naughty little bitch. He growled at her as he loosened his tie and began to unbutton his top, looking down at her and licking his lips a little. She might be a bit of a mess but she would do wonderfully to satisfy his needs. Trying to turn on your new master with a weapon, I am going to be beating your ass raw for that... now strip or else I use the gun to remove one of your knee caps. To highlight his point he picked up the gun and expertly cocked it to ensure that there was a round in the camber. I will soon teach you how to behave for your master.
Thread: Rescue me (moonblackwolf & Google)

She screamed loudly as the door was broken inwards into splinters. Whimpering as he came closer she backed up but he was suddenly grabbing her hair in a fist and she couldn't move away from the bastard. She watched him with wide fearful eyes as he growled down at her. Please...I-I'm sorry please don't do this....please! she begged softly at first. Then her eyes were watching his hands as he went to remove his tie and shirt, her breathing more rapid as her heart pounded against her chest. She opened her mouth to argue about stripping but the gun was in his hand and cocked, it was a stupid thing to do. She'd rather strip than be bleeding to death and in pain. Not to mention most likely he would still fuck her afterwards. O-okay...I'll do it...please don't.... Her hands went to the button of her jeans, popping it open and unzipping the fly. Her eyes filled with tears in fear of him hurting her when she pushed them down over her hips until the fell to the floor. Her tank top was next, pulling it up and over her head exposing her large breasts while her panties were still on.
Thread: After the Sorceress War FF8 LadyHestia and Aurora_Unelma

I'll make the starting post too. Jessi wondered down the hall towards the dormatories. He had just transfered to Balamb Garden and the Commander Lionheart had already talked to him about his record. At 18 Jessi had become the poster suspect whenever anything went missing. He was dressed in a run down pair of light blue jeans, that had so many rips and patch jobs it was amazing they were even holding together. His shirt was a deep green and long sleeved, with holes small and large running up them. Jessi didn't care the odd looks he would get when people saw his ratty close it was pretty much all he had. The small duffle bag in his left hand held the rest of his possessions. His hair also added to the off the streets like since it was shoulder length and a bit tangled. Also his blonde hair was streaked with black and brown from motor oil and dirt. Finally reaching the area with the dorms he began looking for his room. He wasn't thrilled when the Commander told him he'd be rooming with someone. Jessi liked his privacy. At least living here at the Balamb Garden would give him a chance to work with the GFs. When he reached the room Jessi didn't even bother to knock, he just opened the door and walked right in.
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

RE Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner Bump
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

RE Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner Keep weedin' em out sister...they're some good ones around, just have to dig.
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

RE Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner DrivingMissDaisy I suppose, although the sheer amount of digging is turning me more into a bitch then I would like to represent
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

RE Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner TheBitterEnd said DrivingMissDaisy I suppose, although the sheer amount of digging is turning me more into a bitch then I would like to represent Click to expand... I completely understand but it's better to be upfront here then get midway through a rp and figure out you don't click. There's great partners around here, just keep your eyes open. bump
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

RE Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner I'm getting the feeling that a hint is being dropped for me. should get his girlfriend a pimp hat or something . Daisy's right, though. And a good way to kind of get a feel for people is in the Open RP forums. I noticed you were in the Maid Manor, which I have a character in as well, though currently indisposed. He's about to be free, though. And you can come to the Cat's Meow and interact with Daisy, myself, and many others. Some of us have sort of had to take a break from the thread, but we're about to get lively there again. I can also take a look over your list and see if there's something there that catches my attention and send you a PM about it. Just keep your head up, and you'll find a partner that satisfies you. Just takes perseverance. Good luck to you either way. bump
Thread: Literate Female Seeking Talented Partner (Update)

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Thread: I'm not your babysitter!

It had been an arduous day. Ichigo had had to deal with more than enough troubles. First of all, Rukia, the shinigami, from a few nights before, just showed up in class. Secondly, he had to worry about his tough-guy front, at school, seeing as how she easily overtook, and dragged him outside of the classroom, just to hunt that stupid hollow. He muttered inwardly, as he recalled how he had to skip class. Regardless, he moved to his window slowly, peering out at the night sky, finding himself smiling inwardly. It only took a few moments for him to shut the window, and then turn out all the lights. Time to sleep, one might say, though, who knew what could happen, even then. His thoughts turned to Rukia right then, wondering where exactly she was staying. When he'd asked her earlier, she didn't say anything. He smirked as the though crossed his mind, of her sitting out in an alley, after forcing him into this part-time job as Shinigami... death god.
Thread: I'm not your babysitter!

As if her job wasn't hard enough now Rukia had to put up with a bull-headed high school student with a knack for being as stubborn as he was ignorant in the ways of the world. The thought of dealing with him further made her truly regret being a shinigami. Yet it had to be done, regardless of whether she wanted to or not. Better to make the most of it than try to weasel out of it. Rukia's attention turned to a noise as Ichigo opened and shut the window. She slid the door of his closet open just as he threw himself onto the bed. Her eyes focusing in on his chest to see if he was asleep yet by the rate of his breathing. Once his breathing had slowed enough to indicate he was asleep she slipped out of the closet. Rummaging through his laid out knick knacks for more information on his personality and behaviour. She picked up a small action figure-like toy. Staring at it with only the thought of how childish can he be?
Thread: Slave to an Orc

Hourk, chief of the clan Prugdush looked over the ruins of the city that his clan had just sacked with a smile, running his tongue over his sharp teeth and a finger over the blade of his sword, testing it though the fighting was already done. The battle had not been a very long one, the defenders of the city hadn't been the least bit prepared for the massive hoard that he had assembled and as a result had been completely over run within an afternoon. He had lead from the front like any good chief would, towering over even the largest of the human warriors and ripping them apart with animal like ferocity. He was a massive beast, standing nearly seven feet tall and a mass of solid muscle, his skin was a deep green, and covered in a mass of black tribal tattoos, sharp curves and swirls across his chest, shoulders, and arms, a mane of black hair in a topknot the same color as those tattoos fell down his over his shoulders. At that moment he was still covered in blood, none of it his but that of those who had been brave enough to stand against him on his rampage through the city. He had told the hoard that he led to try to leave much of the city intact, having wanted to make it into the start of his own kingdom but once let loose orcs were really hard to keep under control. Still at least they had listened well enough to keep a large amount of the population alive, slaves would be needed to serve his growing clan, a slave would be needed to serve him. Chuckling a little to himself, a deep throaty noise, he made his way over to where his warriors had assembled suitable young women from the city, survivors to be made personal slaves to the strongest of the warriors, however first choice was his. Pushing his way through the circle of warriors he stood before the slaves, glaring down at them with a small sneer on his lips. There was a decent amount assembled before him, nearly three dozen and any of them that he desired was his. Now he only had to pick the right little slut to service him, humans were much preferred over his own kind, so much more delicate.
Thread: Slave to an Orc

Elena sat upon the old worn anvil nestled in the corner of her fathers workshop, tucking into the sandwiches that she had just prepared. Her father stood near the hearth, turning a blade of red hot metal in the flames, his own lunch already demolished to naught but a small pile of crumbs. Elli, fetch me some water like a good girl, hmm? The young woman sighed softly, setting aside her half-eaten sandwich to snatch up two empty buckets. Offering her father a cheeky grin, she slipped out the side door and worked her along the narrow lane that wound through the haphazard collection of buildings. Unlike her two older sisters, Elena relished the heat and soot of a blacksmiths workshop. The youngest of the three, Elena was the only one not married which was hardly surprising considering she dressed like a boy and was constantly covered in soot at least that was what mother was always telling her. Regardless of how she spent her time, Elena could act like a lady and once scrubbed thoroughly certainly looked the part. But she was more comfortable in slacks and shirt, her long golden hair tied back out of the way and pale soft skin smudged with ash. Lifting hammers, fetching and carrying heavy buckets of water and stoking the fire had provided lean muscles, but not enough to take away from her feminine figure. By the time the bells tolled in warning, the green skinned monsters had already broken through the lower walls, swarming through and around the buildings, removing all obstacles in their way. It was not long before screams and roars of bloodlust reached the trade quarter of the city, where Elena had begun her journey back to the forge with two buckets of water. Debris rained down upon her, several already limp and lifeless bodies littering the pathways along with the rubble. Two orcs lumbered into view, blocking her path and in an instant spotting her, animalistic grins spreading across their ugly faces. Stumbling backward, she dropped one bucket and hurled the other at the nearest monster before she took off at a run, kicking off her sandals on the way. Bare feet thudded lightly against the dust strewn path, stumbling and tripping over the chunks of buildings and dead bodies. Panicked breaths rushed passed her lips as she skidded around the walls that still stood, looping round in a desperate hope to reach the forge. She made it, but too late. The building was already aflame, belching out black smoke while desperate civilians ran to and fro as the orcs rounded them up. A meaty hand suddenly closed around her arm, snatching her attention away from her burning home to a large green beast. Anger and grief coursed through the young woman as she whirled around, beating at the creatures torso with her bare fist. It had little impact however, for she was shortly lifted from her feet and deposited in the center of a ring of orcs. While most huddled together, terrified and crying, Elena scrambled to her feet and began searching for her family members, not even noticing the Chiefs approach.