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Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

Harley looked at the paper in shock, her beautiful blue eyes filling with tears. Had she finally gone too far? Had she taken the joke too far? Yes she whispered, YES, is that what you want Bats? she screamed into his face. Shrugging the strong hand on her shoulder off. I GIVE UP, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES she screamed before hanging her head, sobs taking over her body, trails of red and black running down her white face as the tears spilled freely. I'm exhausted, I don't even care anymore Bats. she said honestly, looking up at him, with sane, sad eyes and he could see within her the kind, loving Dr. Harleen Quinzel. The woman Harley Quinn had destroyed, had transformed with her insanity.
Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

The dark figure sighed, his shoulders shifting. With a smooth motion he circled her chair, reaching into one of the many pocket on his belt. You're coming with me then he growled, unlocking her from the chair, her hands still heavily bound. Standing the tear soaked clown up by her arm, his grip strong but not harsh. Follow he said, leading her out the office door.
Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

Harley followed Batman with her head hung low, she could feel the men's eyes roaming over body. She looked down at her costume. She grabbed at the corset and tore them. She screamed and shouted and collapsed on the floor, curling up into a ball. The two halves of her battling each other in her mind. She started murmuring to herself. She heard Batman halt in front of her. Could hear the men laughing at her. Could feel them pointing. Part of her wanted to make them pay, the other knew they had every right to stare and point. She screamed one last time and stood up. Glaring at Batman then glaring at all the men. Daring them to laugh. funny is it? To laugh at someone with mental issues? she laughed herself well fuck all of you, my friend Bats is gonna change me she turned and started walking up the stairs
Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

Batman was somewhat surprised at her outburst, but he had seen worse...much worse. Still holding her arm in his grip, he diverted his eyes, focusing on a spot on the wall. Pulling a long blanket out from somewhere on his belt, he wrapped it around the naked harley, obscuring the officers view of her young body. Let's go Quinn he said softly, leaning down to pick her up. Pulling her along by her arm, the figure in black stared at each cop individually, his glare piercing and threatening enough to cause them to take a step back. Continuing down the hallway, he led her towards the front swinging doors and out the front door.
Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

Harley watched Batman grab a blanket and he put it over her. She looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. Shed been treated many ways by this man. Kindness was new. She found she liked it. She followed after the dark knight willingly now, knowing somehow deep in her gut hed protect her. She was starting to get tired now and all she wanted was to lie down and sleep. Bats, how far we got to go? Harleys getting tired over here? she whined sleepily, rubbing her eyes and smudging her already ruined make up, making her look younger, reminding him that she was just a lost young lady.
Thread: Two Bats Stained with Red and White (Ryllin&Sexykitten20)

The dark figure pushed the stations front doors open, his other hand still firmly grasping Harley's arm. Here he growled in a mono tone, and pushed a button on his belt, a red flashing light against the gold and black. With a sudden roar and a squeel of tires, the long sleek car that used to fill her with dread pulled up, steam spraying from the burning tires. In he said, pushing her towards the opening batmobile, before suddenly pulling her back, his face mere inches from her own. Don't try anything! his voice accompanied by a scowl. With another gentle push, he moved her toward the vehicle, the dark knight already jumping into the drivers seat.
Thread: Happy Birthday, AlphaZero!!

Happy birthday, AZ!! I hope your day was filled with awesome!! Since it's rather customary, hehe.....it's gotta be done! Soooooo... cake and ice cream for you, sings the birthday song Anyway, hope you had a blast and that your day went as you wanted. Happiest of wishes your way!!
Thread: RP partners wanted! (Closed)

RE RP partners wanted! I am interested in a rp with you if your still looking I've only seen the movies of the lotr series but I'm open to any rp you have in mind and am willing to play as a male if needed pm me if interested ty
Thread: RP partners wanted! (Closed)

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Thread: Naruto OC

Character Name ruka yuki Age26 Genderfemale Orientationbi curious Brief Descriptionslim short black hair a highly skilled kunochi who is a hunter ninja and a member of the yuki clan she can use water, wind, lightning, and ice styles also well known as body flicker ruka
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Lydia ended up sitting alone in her usual spot in the park, off on her own away from the path. She would have like to sit on one of the benches but people looked at her when she did, so she tried to get away from where judgmental eyes couldnt see her. As she sat in the grass, her stomach continued to growl, and she was already starting to regret her moment of charity. What had that done for her really? A moment of feeling like she was human again for what? An empty stomach. And Lydia knew that she likely wouldnt be able to find more food until tomorrow. So she would go hungry for tonight. It wasnt like this would be the first time of course, she had gone hungry more times than she dared to count the last year, but that made it no less unenjoyable when it happened. It made it hard for her to relax and enjoy the park and the brief respite from her life. What made it even harder was having someone approach her, speaking from the shadows and drawing her attention. Lydia stood quickly, ready to run. There was a danger in coming to the park alone at night. Jack the Ripper had only stopped his gruesome killing spree a few years ago, and he had favored ripping prostitutes. If Vlad had come any closer he would have seen her take a small step back to keep some distance between them, but he stopped far enough away that the woman didnt feel the need to retreat. She stayed where she was, watching this very strange stranger with his odd eyes and a dark feeling rolling off of him, and yet there was strange pull to him as well, tugging at her. Lydia wasnt sure how to react, and so simply stared at him for a long, quiet moment. She really just wanted to be left alone on her day off, she had to force herself every day to be nice to people she hated, and not just be nice but flatter them, please them. For once, she just wanted to be left alone, or even be rude for the sake of being able to be rude and it not cost her money. She didnt dare actually do that, men were cruel creatures, she had found, and smarting off to one when you were a lowly prostitute usually got you a slap across the fact, if not worse. He did look like he had money the thought of working right now wasnt appealing, but her gnawing hunger made her a little more amenable to the idea. And what was she doing here but wasting her time anyway? Lydia was beginning to understand why so many of the other women never took days off, what did you have to do but sit and think about how miserable you were? The woman decided to just play it safe for now, she wouldnt show any strong reaction either way and see how this man reacted to her. Her expression was clearly wary though. Sometimes its nice to just be alone, being constantly admired for your beauty can be tiring after a while, Lydia tried to smile and seem friendly, even flirtatious, but not too inviting. If he would rather just move on and leave her alone she would certainly not complain but she doubted it. He had come off the path and approached her, people didnt just do that by accident, so now she just had to figure out what he wanted from her.
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Vladimir did not even have to look to Lydia, to feel her anger and frustration. It was far from the first time, someone had been annoyed with him. He actually quite relished being a nuisance, from time to time. But right now, it had not even been his intention. He hadn't meant to frustrate her so desperately. He'd been desperate for hunger before. Starved for several years, locked in a chest. And even then, he arose from it with his pride, and his wit intact. But he could never imagine being in her shoes. The things she must've gone through, to end in the shoes she now wore. No. He realized this, so he did not judge her for her frustration. It did, however, frustrate him. He could feel the coils inside him bubbling. The same flames, that would usually have him cut into a fit. But something in her eyes, as she defensively glared at him. He wanted to see more. Not of her body, but of the woman behind the fear. The one who she hid behind thick walls, so she wouldn't get hurt by the things she had to do. He wasn't done with her. At her remark, Vladimir frowned slightly, watching her as she began walking. Vladimir moved away from the tree, but did not step closer to her in the act. Shrugging his shoulders, relocated his cloak a bit, to hang more comfortably over his shoulders. Oh, but I do.. There is a lot of things I want to know about you. Things, however, I do not expect you to share freely. I realize your defensiveness will twist your thoughts, and think I merely want.. A 'Client's' treatment. But I just want to talk. Vladimir continued, remaining somewhat vague, still not ready to lay down his way of speaking, to be more direct with her. He wasn't about to change who he was, for her to better see that he bore no ill will. Reaching his arm out from the cloak, he presented the apple, bite first, towards Lydia. He held the apple at the tips of his long fingers, letting her see that his nails were slightly longer, and thicker, than a well dressed gentleman like him, would usually keep them. His orange-red eyes remained focused on her's, if she'd let him, as he spoke again. When is the last time, you took a chance? One, that you were not forced to. Leave, and I'll remain here.. I will not force you to stay. But you will go hungry tonight. His start, probably made it quite clear, that he wasn't too happy about her rude, dismissive choice of retreat. But he continued. Food, for your time.. That's all I ask. I do not expect you to trust me, and you can make what ever distance to me you chose, once you've picked up the apple. I do not blame you for a lack of trust. But I hope you will show the same curtsy to me, when I say I don't trust you to catch. His voice made it clear, that he did not exactly mean to insult her, and being accompanied by a smile furthered that fact. Juices from the apple seeped down the bottom edge of the bite impression he'd made, caressing the edge of his finger's, ultimately going to waste as it dropped to the ground. Like an hourglass. Every second she considered the offering, the less the apple would be worth.
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Lydia hadnt really meant to offend him, but she didnt really care if that was what happened. She wanted him to leave her alone after all, if offending him was how it got done then so be it. As long as he didnt attack her for it she didnt really care. Why should she go out of her way not to offend a man who went out of his way to bother her? Life had hardened her. And he was no cute, starving little girl that needed her compassion. When he stepped away from the tree she stopped and turned to face him a little better, though her body language and stance made it clear she was ready to run. Her brow furrowed when he insisted that he did want to know what she thought, and wasnt looking to be a client of hers, but instead merely wanted to talk. Lydia didnt believe that for a moment. What man wanted to just talk to a whore? But the apple made her pause. She looked from the apple to his strangely handsome face its odd, intense red-orange eyes, when he spoke again, asking her when shed last willing taken a risk. He offered her the apple in exchange for her time. That made Lydia frown, thinking it sounded far too good to be true. And usually if something sounded too good, it was. But she didnt keep walking, just looking at him for a moment then looking at the apple, then back to him. Alright, the apple for my time, she agreed finally. Lydia walked over to him, doing her best to seem confident in herself. Acting afraid was a sign of weakness, and men that might otherwise be warded off by a woman who seemed capable of taking care of herself would pounce to take advantage of that weakness. She only came close enough to take the apple from his outstretched hand though, and no closer. Lydia tried not to snatch it from him, but she did take it quickly, and then retreated a few steps. And then she couldnt help but take a bite out of that apple, right next to where the stranger had already bitten into it. Juice and flavor burst into her mouth, and she couldnt hold back a small, appreciative noise, a bit of juice dripping from the corner of her mouth down her chin. Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before the opened again as she chewed to look at the stranger and then swallowed her pride a bit along with the apple so she could speak. Thanks. So what is it exactly that you want to know? Lydia asked him.
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Lydia knew nothing about this man, of course she didnt trust him. Trust was too dangerous a thing to have when you lived her life, it could get you killed. She had had to learn the hard way that out here, everyone was out for themselves and would screw you over in a heartbeat if it meant something good for themselves. He kept his distance from her though, so she stayed where she was, though she kept an eye on the stranger as he started to walk again, turning to keep him from getting behind her. This all seemed so strange and surreal, she kept waiting for it to turn bad at any moment. In the back of her mind she wondered if the apple was poison but he had had taken a bit from it himself. Still didnt mean he hadnt done something to it. She was of course unaware that she was right about him doing something to the apple, but it wasnt poison. Quite the opposite in fact, as Lydia would find as she took another bite from the apple while she listened to the stranger pose his question. Her pupils actually dilated a little when she took the second bite, the flavor exploding into her mouth like shed never experienced before. She actually had to force herself to pay attention to what the stranger was say so she would hear him. She shivered a little, and managed to hold back a bit of a moan, taking another hungry bite, starting to practically devour the apple. By the time he had finished his question, shed eaten about half of it, and had to make herself pause, her face a little flushed. Lydia blinked and shook her head a bit to clear her mind, wondering what had gotten into her. She was hungry, yes, but not that hungry this apple just seemed to be the most delicious thing shed ever eaten. Lydia paused as she considered his question for a moment, chewing slowly and still a little amazed at the intense taste of the apple on her lips and tongue. If I were to consider only my personal experiences then yes, I would say romance is dead she told him, thinking about all the men in her life that had wronged her in so many ways. Her boss, her brother in law, her pimp, and every man who degraded and dehumanized her for their own pleasure. But she sighed, I would like to think that isnt true, and that Ive just been unlucky. Im sure theres men and women both out there who who live with romance every day, at least I hope there are. Itd be a very cold and dark world if there wasnt, not that it already isnt. Im not one of those people though apparently. She sighed and took another bite of the apple, eyeing him a bit as she chewed. Why do you want to know this? she asked him with a touch of suspicion, And who are you?
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Lydia frowned softly when he didnt actually answer her own question, making it clear that he was the one to ask questions here, not her. She thought it rather rude that he wouldnt at least tell her his name, but she wasnt going to complain aloud. If he didnt want to tell her then so be it, perhaps it was best she not know much about him. She still didnt understand why he was asking her all this, why it mattered to him, what he was looking for. He said that needed to hear it, and seemed pleased with her answer, but she didnt know why it pleased him, or why he needed to hear it. What did he care what she thought or felt? Lydia certainly didnt care what he thought, she just wanted to know why any of this involved her. She thought she had a right to know that. She didnt ask though, he didnt seem very forthcoming with direct information so she doubted hed tell her. The way he looked at her only made her frown more, though more in confusion than disapproval. She didnt understand his interest in her, or why he was looking at her like that, or any of this. It was more than a little frustrating. But Lydia looked startled when he mentioned the little girl, wondering how he knew about that, watching him with obvious suspicion as he took off his cloak and offered it to her. She frowned when he mentioned her making two friends today, which didnt help her confusion at all. None of this made any sense! Lydia wished hed just tell her what he wanted from her, why he was here, but instead he only offered the cloak and the hint of a promise of good things to come. She felt like she had a choice to make, to accept the cloak and the possibility of this stranger having more to offer her, or to refuse the cloak and whatever else he might have for her. Lydia seemed to consider for a moment before she cautiously approach him and then turned, letting him put the cloak on her shoulders if that was what he wanted, the half eaten apple still in her hand.
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

Lydia glanced over her shoulder as the stranger stepped up closer behind her, keeping an eye on him, but he only placed the cloak over her shoulders and smoothed it out a bit. The fabric felt heavy, but not in an oppressive way, it was almost comforting. She felt his arms coming around her and watched his hands nervously as he did up the chains at the collar to secure his cloak in place, and then they retreated. But along the way his thumb brushed along her jawline, and she couldnt suppress a shiver as the light contact shot through her skin hotly. Her eyes closed for a moment, feeling the spot where hed touched her tingling warmly, but they opened again quickly and she turned, stepping back again, though not very far. He was right that she would have to be careful about who saw her in this cloak, it clearly wasnt made for her, it was a little too long, and it was very well made, more expensive than she could have afforded even in her old life. Lydia would have to sell it, and soon, especially before her pimp could see it and just take it from her. She gave him a curious look when he told her that there was something else in the cloak for her, a little more food. Lydia dug into the pocket and felt the cloth but didnt take it out right then, instead she watched the stranger start to leave. He finally gave a name, Vlad, not his full name obviously, that he hinted at perhaps telling her if they met again. And she didnt know why, but she was sure that this wasnt the last time shed be seeing him. Perhaps, Lydia answered him with a hint of a smile, finally starting to accept that he wasnt out to hurt her, since he hadnt tried anything and now was leaving. She watched him leave before she sighed and went back to where she had been, sitting down with Vlads cloak wrapped around her. It was thick and warm, and smelled of caramel and tobacco, a surprisingly pleasing combination, and she finally took the cloth bundle out of the pocket, finding it to be some meat and bread. Lydia sat and ate slowly, thinking about everything that had just happened, and what Vlad had been asking her about. She still didnt understand why he had wanted to know her opinion on romance, but it didnt matter now she supposed. After some time she got up and left the park, heading back to the slum where she lived, taking off the cloak well before she got there, folding it up and hiding it under her dress. She hid it when she got to her room and fell asleep quickly in a room with three other women on her small, uncomfortable bed. Lydia missed her old home, her old bed, she missed her mother and her sister, she wanted to believe Vlad, that there was hope, but it was hard to really believe that laying there in this place.
Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

The three women all got ready and went downstairs, Bethany wearing a brightly colored outfit with many bangles and necklaces, a bit of a gypsy look to her to play up her dark, exotic appearance. Lora was the most modestly and simply dressed, catering to the tastes of those men who liked her for her deceptively innocent appearance. Then there was Lydia, who fell somewhere in between. Her outfit was not so showy as Bethanys but it was certainly low cut and tight, dark green to contrast against her pale skin and red hair. All three of them ignored the cat calls and offers they received from the men in the common room, they knew they were waiting on a particular man, and it was doubtful very many of these men could afford them anyway. Lydia for one was glad when James made them all leave though, she didnt enjoy being jeered at. Her gaze drifted to the hooded stranger in the corner curiously when James decided to leave the man there, and was clearly disturbed by him. When Marge had a completely different reaction to him, Lydia looked even more curious, especially when she mentioned that he smelled good. She frowned softly, starting to wonder but surely not. How would the man from the park, Vlad, know where to find her? And so quickly. And why would he even be here? But she wondered anyway. Leave it, Lydia, Bethany said from next to her, making the redhead look at her, James said to leave him alone, and were supposed to be waiting. She was definitely Jamess girl, she stayed on his good side and kept everyone else in line in a way that he couldnt manage. Lora wouldnt even look towards the stranger, sitting at the bar and looking down at the floor. Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes a little, still watching the stranger out of the corner of her eye as they waited, leaning back against the counter like James told her. She mostly let her mind wander, finding herself thinking about last night more than she thought she would. It wasnt like anything particularly interesting had happened but it had all just seemed so surreal and strange.