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Thread: For A Few Dollars More... (RI & Hahvoc)

She felt the gentle glide of his fingers but said and did nothing about it, not bothering to do anything about it. She just went about her business, even if it bothered her and made her hot at the time to know she was affecting him. She could tell by his breathing and the tightening of his fingers on her hair. She took the head of him into her mouth and sucked, her tongue swiping around the underside of his erection before she took more of him in, using the tip of her tongue to tease the slit in the tip. She didn't use her hands, didn't need to, but she felt the urge to hold onto his hips as she took more of him inside her mouth, her tongue working to make it easier on her. His taste was unique and vaguely, she wondered what it would be like to get a kiss from him, but she let the thought slide away as she sheathed him fully inside her mouth and sucked hard.
Thread: For A Few Dollars More... (RI & Hahvoc)

His fingers tightened hard in her hair as her mouth closed around the head, lips parting in a brief, muted groan at the feeling of the warmth of her mouth enveloping him, sending jolts straight up his spine. He strangled the urge to buck his hips to get him deeper inside her as she moved down along his length, again, allowing her to take her time and get into it. Her tongue sent electric coursing through his body, and she was rewarded with another soft moan as she enveloped him completely, his shaft twitching slightly inside of her mouth, the heavy veins running through the base pulsing hungrily. He fully intended to make her work for this while the guys who paid her for the same service were probably just looking to get off, he was looking for more. She'd have to use all of her skill over the course of the hour to finish him.
Thread: It's been...too long....(Zarazel&Puzz)

The sound of the screeching tires...the crushing metal, the scared expression on a long forgotten face. It was so long ago but still Summer woke in the grey dawn of morning, nearly screaming and covered in sweat. She thought that after 15 years the nightmares of that night so long ago would go away, but still it hadn't. She sat on her bed looking out the window as things went through her mind, trying to calm herself back down. She got out of bed as her service robot brought in her breakfast and put it on her night stand. She lived alone now, if you didn't count the robot, in an apartment above a tattoo parlor behind a neon sign that read 'Ink This'. She lived there for 10 years now, two on her own after her father's death. She ran the business below, a lonely though exciting life of treating others' bodies as canvases. She ate and headed down the stairs to open up shop. She sat behind the large oak desk in the swivel chair, watching the sun rise over the towering mixture of metal and brick buildings that made up the city now. There had been so many changes.
Thread: It's been...too long....(Zarazel&Puzz)

The sound of metal crashing was the last thing Jacob heard when he was driving along a dark road. His body was hit by a drunk driver, of course he turned the car around so he would recieve all the hit and not his girlfriend. For the duration of ten years he was trapped inside his own body, he was a prisoner wanting and trying to get out but not archieving anything. His life was good, he had a good girlfriend a good school and perfect life. His prayers finally were answered as one morning he opened his eyes for the first time in ten years. At the moment the doctor was on the room checking on him, he was confused. He looked around only not to see his girlfriend around, did she made it?. The doctor asked question after question and Jacob did his best to answer them although sometimes it was difficult. The doctor was surprised that he woke up, he had been nearly dead a couple of times during his period of coma. The doctor picked up his cellphone and dialed the number of Jacob's girlfriend. Waiting on her he took a deep sigh, This is doctor Jonathan, there has been a change in the condition of Jacob, come here ASAP, with that he hanged up not wanting to give a explination to her. He went about his duties leaving Jacob in the hands of the nurses.
Thread: It's been...too long....(Zarazel&Puzz)

Summer picked up the phone and listened with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. It had been so long since she had heard anything, she stopped going to see him many years ago, letting go and living with the heartache. She nearly dropped her phone as she doctor hung up. Wadsworth, run the store while I'm gone, she shouted and grabbed her coat and keys rushing out the door, nearly in tears. She arrived at the hospital and was escorted to the room.
Thread: It's been...too long....(Zarazel&Puzz)

Jacob looked around, things seemed so different now than ten years ago. He looked around and grabbed the remote control of the T.V. set. He turned it on the news and looked at the date, Ten years.... I was out of it for ten years... his hearth felt like it was going to break apart. He sighed and shook his head, it was nearly impossible that he was awake it was so confusing. He sighed and turned off the T.v. set, he sighed as he closed his eyes, he had grown, but he did not felt his legs, maybe they were numb.
Thread: It's been...too long....(Zarazel&Puzz)

A nurse brought Summer to the doctor. What's happened, what's going on? she asked. She clutched the locket she still wore around her neck that had rusted shut over the years. What's happened to Jacob? She looked ready to cry, her hair all messed up and eyes red.
Thread: Funniest video on the planet earth.

Well in my opinion it is. Enjoy. 234 is my favorite part. youtube
Thread: I apologize in advance. Melanoma.

I'm really sorry. But I had to share. Random, slightly nasty, fact My dad sent me this. This is what Skin Cancer does to you. Before and after! Before! After!
Thread: I apologize in advance. Melanoma.

shock ........ shock ....... puke
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Misha Hiroki said shock ........ shock ....... puke Click to expand...
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What made you feel the need to re-post it?
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Becuase.. becuase it's fascinating. o.o
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I think it's interesting. I'm not used to seeing old bodies. Though I think I've filled my quota for the year.
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I have been scar'd fer life. cry
Thread: I apologize in advance. Melanoma.

I must admit... TT I DON'T WANT MY BOOBIES TO EVER DO THAT.
Thread: I apologize in advance. Melanoma.

asasthana said I must admit... TT I DON'T WANT MY BOOBIES TO EVER DO THAT. Click to expand... Nobody does. Make sure to massage them every day so they don't get lumps and don't get stiff, because that doesn't help anything, either.
Thread: To My Lovely Roleplayers.

I have found out that the roof of my apartment is probably going to fall through... Therefore I might be away from the computer for a bit cause I have to move almost everything cause I dont want the roof falling down onto my television or my computer or any of my stuff. So yeah. 3 So yeah. 33333 Katt UPDATE I'm moving into a different apartment Tuesday or so of next week. 3
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Cade Damodred walked through the woods off of the main road, wanting to avoid encountering people as much as possible. Standing at 6' 3, and about 200 pounds, lean and muscular, he could take care of himself better than most who traveled these woods alone. And the sword at his hip and the way he walked like it was a part of him, was also a deterrent to anyone who might try to rob him. He was on his way home to bring a message to his family about events that had occurred in the war. His brother, Gilliam, who'd gone into the service with him had died a week ago, his body buried on the battle field. For personal reasons, Cade had asked to be the one to carry news of it to his family and since the fighting was temporarily over, his commanding officer had let him go. It was just a small trip home to give his father the news and then he'd go back. But even so, he dreaded the man's reaction when he told him of his older son's death. So, he walked through the woods, standing tall and confident, watching the trees around him alertly. He would make it through the forest before nightfall if he continued at this pace and hopefully get to sleep in a bed tonight if he could make it to an inn as well. It was the goal anyway, and he walked along at a steady yet brisk pace, determined to make it happen. Meanwhile, not too far away, a group of thieves were walking through the woods as well. But they did not intend to leave, their attentions focused on a young woman who was travelling alone. Stalking her like wolves hunting prey, the men kept themselves hidden as they followed her and waited for the perfect moment to strike, their weapons gleaming in the little bit of sunlight that came through the leaves of the trees.
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Abigail was on horse back. A slender, athletic woman with long brown hair and a stunning face. She rode on the horse wonderfully through the forest's trees. Abigail was dressed in odd clothes for a woman. She wore no skirt or dress, but pants and a tunic, in the fashion a man would. A sword also was stowed away in a sheath on her horse. Abigail came from a family of nobles, but by her dress one couldn't tell and she was never one to inform others. She hated the stigma that came with her status as a noble. She was not a snobby girl who got everything she wanted and scorned the poor. She in fact was a skilled fighter who would strike down any who did wrong. While she sometimes like to imagine herself a type of hero, she did have many faults. From a distance one could see she was a far stretch from home by the amount of bags on her stead. She looked worn and sleep deprived, suggesting she was on her way home or had already run into some trouble, and it seemed more trouble was following her. She knew it was getting dark and had to slow down her horse because she had been with him all day. Blasted woods. She mumbled to herself, but couldn't admit that she might actually be a bit lost, or have misjudged her time. She did not want to get caught in this place at night. Her speed made her easily catchable from other men, but she hadn't heard anyone for miles, and had let her guard down.
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There were only three of them, burly bearded men, armed with swords and daggers, uncouth and weathered from living in the woods. They all eyed the woman's saddlebags with interest, the bundles if not holding much by way of wealth, then at least supplies no doubt. The horse was a good one, well-bred and strong as well, and not to mention, the woman herself was quite beautiful. Yes, this would be quite the haul if they were successful. It was clear she was weary, so she shouldn't be too much trouble for them to handle. Trailing her through the cover of the trees, the leader of the group glanced at his comrades within sight of him, with the woman on horseback between them. He waited and watched as she dismounted and got ready to make camp for the night, then he nodded to the other two and they drew their swords as they moved from the trees. The leader and one of the others walked within sight of her, so that she stopped what she was doing when she saw them. Then the tallest one, came surging from behind her barreling into her and knocking her off her feet. Then they all three stood over her, with drawn swords, the leader smiling triumphantly down at her. Good evening, pretty lady, he said in a gruff voice. Sorry to be the one to inform you, but there's a tax on those who enter these woods. And I'm here to collect. The medium height man, started to move towards her horse, taking it's reigns in hand, while the tallest man watched the woman silently. The leader, a dark haired, swarthy man, knelt down in front of where she sat on the ground and reached forward, to cut her coin purse off her belt with his dagger, smiling darkly at her. Much obliged, miss, he said as he held her purse in one hand and started to cut the strings that attached it to her belt.
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Abigail glared up at the men around her, she knew stopping for the night was a terrible idea. Still she couldn't change it now, so she had to figure out a way out of this mess. I highly doubt your a tax collector, and you don't want to steal from me... She said with a growl in her voice. She dug her heel into the ground and backed away from him, and in a swift move, while he was leaning over to cut the strings she kicked him square into the crotch. While he was squealing in pain she was scrambling to her feet. Her back hurt from falling to the ground but she ignored it and look to her horse, where her sword was. She had to cross in front of the other men to get to the horse and stood in a fighting stance. You picked the wrong woman. She hissed and held her fists in front of her. Her heart was pumping now and she stayed put, maybe bluffing them was easier, because she couldn't get to her sword with them near her horse. You steal from me and I promise you wont make it to the next town safe.
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Cade stopped in his tracks when he heard the noise. It sounded far off and he perceived it to be feminine in nature and felt the need to get involved stir within him. He wouldn't make it out of these woods before dark if he got sidetracked now. But if a woman was in trouble... Sighing as he looked around, he finally headed off in the direction of the noise. The leader of the men crumpled to the ground with a high pitched squeal and grabbed his now aching balls while nausea overcame him. As the woman got into position and threatened the other two, they glanced at each other and began laughing, the larger man's belly rippling with his booming laughter. When they'd both calmed, they turned back to her both standing ready yet relaxed, and the tall man said, Suuuure, little mouse. What are you gonna do? Stab us with your knitting needles? Just because you got on men's clothes and got in a lucky shot, don't mean you'll be so lucky again. Afterall, he said as he approached her with hands the size of bear paws, meaning to restrain her. You're still just a woman. His shoulders were broad and he towered over her as he came near. Then as he was within a foot of her, he stopped and staggered, his eyes registering surprise and his mouth falling open as if to say something. Then he fell forward, like a grand oak keeling over and in the middle of his back a dagger stood upright. The second man, holding the horses reigns saw when the knife had hit and drawn his sword, looking around alertly. Instantly, he latched on Cade who was walking from the trees with his own sword out, the blade gleaming in the little bit of sunlight that filtered through the tree branches overhead. The brigand roared and lunged at him, the two men's blades coming together with a clash of steel. As they started to fight, the leader of the group, had finally recovered and stood up from the ground. With a snarl, he drew a knife from his belt and came after her. I'll slit your throat, wench!
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For a moment Abbey was shocked at this man's appearance and he seemed on her side for the moment. Her attention was torn from her seemingly ally when she noticed the leader stand back up. She looked around franticly for her sword, which was still hanging on her horse's saddle. She could hear the sounds of swords clanking throughout the woods, what a mess she was in now. She held up her fists and glared at him. I am not a wench! She growled and ran towards him. But at the last moment, just as he was thrusting his knife towards her she darted left, straight for the horses and reached for her sword. She turned around, sword in hand and smirked at the man with the little knife. Her move no doubt dazzled the man, it surprised her even. She stood there, two hands on her sword and her heart racing from the excitement. She took a deep breath and charged at the man, blocking a few of his strikes and finally disabling him with her sword. He fell to the ground in a heap, not dead, but unconscious. A deep wound was in her right upper arm from the man's knife, but at least she had won. She looked around, wondering how her ally was faring himself.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

Sophia smiled as she came to the bar. It was her first night auditioning. Though it wasn't a job that held a great amount of allure for her, the place needed a singer for the evenings and she needed a gig. Besides, if she got it, she'd be able to work as a waitress in the pub area, which wasn't terrible pay, and she'd heard that tips were good. Smiling as she entered, she adjusted the gardenia that was pinned into her curled hair. She wore a neat black dress that came to just above her knees, cut perfectly for her body. It showed just enough cleavage to make her appealing in a mysterious kind of way and she wore minimum make up. When the owner nodded at her she took her place on the stage and sang her song--a slow, soothing melody that cut through the din of employees getting ready for the rush. Impressed, he asked her to sing something faster, which she did with equal clarity and volume. The pleasure on his face was far too clear to mistake. He hired her on the spot and taught her the night's specials so that she could work. She stowed her purse in back and tied her hair back with a smile.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

It was a calm place to drink. The black furred would could go and not be bothered with a hundred stares. People at the bar didn't ask questions and he didn't give answers. So, when he got off of his shift, he could be found on one of the bar stools, a beer in paw. Yes, paw. Although he stood on two legs, had the body like and spoke like a human, major parts of his anatomy were different. Particularly, his silky black fur, his muzzle, ears and tail. Lastly, his hands were still hands, but they were clawed just as a wolf's, thus 'paws.' That was what first took the bartender by surprise, but after a while, it wasn't so odd, having a black furred wolf to chat with, since he was the only one in on most nights. Even if he did only ever wear a pair of jeans. A shirt over his fur was just too hot and itchy. But, this night was different. There was a stage, but in the year that he'd been drinking there, it'd never been used. Hearing a soft, slow song come from it, it made his ears perk. Turning to look, a beauty of a human on the stage, singing her heart out. Sitting with his back to the bar, he places his left elbow on it, his beer in his right paw. He could see the manager excitedly chatting with her, and for good reason. She was spectacular, her second song as equally amazing as the first. Well, that certainly was worth the trip out. If she continued to work there and sing like that, the bar might actually liven up, and he might not be the only one drinking there on week nights. When she was off of the stage, he turned himself back to the bar, going back to idly drinking his beer, tail flicking behind him.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

Sophia smiled and came back to the bar, excusing the man on shift. She knew enough about how to make drinks and treat customers, as well as the prices. She was surprised to see the wolf at the bar, but smiled at him, finding his presence somehow pleasant. At the moment none of the other customers looked like they needed anything, so she came to his side and asked, Can I get you another?
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

The wolf looks at her, the new waitress, his tail flicking idly. Giving a nod, he places a twenty onto the counter. How about a boiler maker? He asks, his blue eyes looking into her own. Looking at her, he tilts his head a little bit. You know, a lot of males are going to come around this place, hitting on you...
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

Sophia blushed a little as she set to making him his drink. I don't know about that, she said with a smile. When the drink was finished she pushed it to him. I'm sure it'll happen at some point, but I doubt they'll come in just to do it. Is there anything else I can get you? The flower in her hair caught the light--a beautiful tiger lily--as she turned when someone else asked her for another beer. I'll be right with you, she said, picking out a glass for the customer and started to pour him another. She slid the glass down with a smile and returned to the wolf in front of her.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

A boilermaker, a shot of jack with a beer. Taking his shot while she's serving the other customer, he looks at her, giving a laugh. I don't know what world you come from missy, but I'm half tempted to hit on you myself, seeing as there's no one else to do so. But, he hadn't hit on her, nor did he make it seem like he was about to. Taking another drink of his beer, he looks at her. So, if I pay for another beer, will you drink it? He asks, being coy.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

She laughed and shook her head. Sorry, it's against policy. I'm not much for beer anyway. But, I will be a pal and watch you, so you don't end up falling off that chair before the night is over. Sophia took a few more orders and and there were a few for food that she passed on before coming back. So, you're tempted to hit on me, huh? Would you still be if there were other women here?
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

The wolf laughs, shaking his head. Nope. I work with women all day. Believe me, I think I've lost the talent of flirting. Oaks tells her, idly drinking his beer. At the rate he was going, he wasn't going to get drunk, but he'd certainly drink enough. So, if I fall out of my stool, does that mean I get an escort home, then? He asks her, now obviously hitting on her.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

She chuckled. Maybe if it's the end of my shift, she said with a smile, easily playing it the right way. Why don't you have a little something to eat so you can last longer? She was trying to move merchandise and still be flirtatious. She thought she was doing a pretty good job. But if you work with women all the time, you'd think that you wouldn't want anything to do with me, she said with a smile.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

The wolf looks at her and smiles. He knew that she was just trying to sell product. But, it wasn't like he had much else to spend his money on, anyway. So, he decided to humor her. Spend a good amount of money on her, her manager would like having her around. In turn, he'd get to see her. Sure, why not. He says in that rough, world worn voice. I'll take a burger. Oaks says, tapping his bottle on the bar. And another beer, too, it seems.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

She smiled and took his order back to the cooks before she brought him another beer. Here you go. Nice of you to take the bait, she said, leaning on the counter. It was not a busy night. Why don't you tell me your name?
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

He looks at her and smiles, his tail flicking. She was certainly cute, not to mention she had a quick wit, which was more enticing than her aesthetic beauty. He worked around beauty all day. Dumb, air headed beauty that skated by on their looks. So, she was a refreshing change. Alex Oaks. Most people just refer to me as 'Oaks'.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

Nice to meet you Oaks. I'm Sophia. I'll accept about any variation of that name. She flashed him another smile before she was called to the side by another customer who'd had one too many. He was very openly rude and womanizing. Sophia didn't do anything but smile and refuse his advances politely, calling security over to take care of him. When she returned she sighed and put the man's dirty dishes in a sink. She returned to Oaks and smiled again. Thank you for not being like that one.
Thread: Twilight at the bar....

He watches the two security officers struggle to yank the drunk man outside as he was screaming at the top of his lungs and kicking. Seeing her come back, he gives a laugh. Well. Maybe it's just because I'm trying to get into a beautiful woman's pants, Sophie. Oaks says, smiling coyly before taking another drink.