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Thread: Pogue's Story Ideas

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Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

An office, lit by a single light dimmed the living room sized room, having the space of almost three kitchens with all its appliance. The room not being meant for such didnt keep such, but expressed itself lacklusterly. Articus bulletproof windows were blinded with thick, concrete curtains. The piercing rays of sunlight didnt reach his room the room blocked of the overarching, blotched sun. It was exactly that, a room without the sun and of its own world. A folsom prison with a folsom wolf-- yet the wolf stood for its instinct, blinded by its desires, and todays wolf sought the scent of the strange. Arcticus Vermilion recurring thoughts were unable to be shaken off, unable to be free of them. The battle that couldnt be won was the battle of himself and his preying thoughts, urges. Leaders and conquers wanted territory, though he despite having it he was no leader Arcticus was a master, of his time, and of his beloved. He had a gnarled desk of some wood indistinguishable from the heavy black stain that dyed it an abyssal, ebony black. The lackluster rooms untidiness was by its boxes occasionally top of crates that were filled with money, coin rollers, presumably what was inside the crates? Perhaps guns? The room had two men inside, each rattling to the other, however both were stitched with complacency. A true fate they were inherited, showing their complacency on their hardened faces, and equally twisted faces. The exquisite marble flooring went well with artful pictures hanging on both sides the wall, one of his daughter, being drawn to the finest degree. Arcticus second picture was himself on opposite side of the wall. They were both symmetrical to one another, otherwise white, plain, placid walls darkened due to a shorting on light. Arcticus greenish, blue eyes were drowned with signs of lack of sleep under his eyes, which stared at his daughters picture only when she entered did his eyes turn, turning on her. Hed run his upper mantle of teeth lightly and slightly while personally admiring his daughters clothing, clearing his before hoarse throat. What do you scheme now? Did you plan on leaving for the city? You know its dangerous, especially at night. He affirms, the two men resting nearby at a crate positioned close to his desk, whom pressed their eyes close to Vivian as they wanted to press their very bodies if given chance. Keep your eyes off her. Arcticus wary eyes turn, the usual uncaring persona gaining passion in his tone aggression. One of the men, tallest of the piped up. You know what she is, why does it matter? Arcticus' features lit up, giving the two now a steely gaze. Shes my daughter.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Daddy, Im not scheming anything. Vivians sultry voice was drenched in saccharine, doing her best to lull her father into a false sense of security. She approached his desk with her hips swaying, an invitation for the two guards to look. The blonde girl sat in one of the chairs across her fathers desk, falling into in a rather distinguished manner. Her legs draped over one arm and her back rested against the inside of the other arm. Somehow, she made the uncomfortable position look entirely too inviting. Im just going to this killer party. She smiled in her wolfish manner, not telling the entire truth. It was a party hosted on the outskirts of Bay City, by the biggest rivals of the Vermilion gang. The Azuls were known for hosting some of the most insane, depraved and drug-fueled parties. While she certainly wanted to partake, she also had a gun holster hidden under the fur coat, concealing two pistols with mother of pearl inlaid handles. They had been 18th birthday presents from the man before her. And then there was the 9 inch long serrated golden blade in a hidden sheath at her back, just in case things went sideways. The brass knuckles that were formed onto the mother of pearl handle had helped her out in a pinch many times. That had been her 16th birthday present. Its just on the outskirts of the city, Daddy. Not too far, and I promise Ill take my bodyguards with me. So you dont have to worry about a thing. She winked, her glossy lips forming a smile. As if Id let you put your hands on me. Vivian shot back to the guard who had rudely spoken up in regards to her behavior. She certainly was a bit of a whore, but she had never tried to keep it hidden. But, if he was going to be so disrespectful, she could straighten him out. Look at me and Ill cut your fucking throat. After all, the assembled men were completely disposable.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Arcticus messy, unkempt hair seemed unwashed and waxy a dense black color, which his left hand dramatically streams through. He'd echo a laugh, one dry, a similar trait arising in his voice. You always are planning. It's who you are, what you do. He display the grin of the father wolf, and all its tricks. He lowers his leveled, flatter chin, allowing his colorful greenish eyes to behest the attention his daughter's figure demanded. A pair of dimples showed in his grin, defining his plumper cheeks that seemed chiseled with a permanent grimace. You model well, if only you had the cameras backing you up currently, perhaps they'd see all that I see... daughter. His monotone, natural voice broke, aching her on with his tone that seemed to get sweeter for her. He'd wheel up his thick brows. A party. You know you can find some of the highest grade alcohol here, within these walls. The older dad adopted the spirit of a boar-- body uneven, but not quite fat, rather slipping away from a peak body and slowly descending from his own drinking habits. How can I trust your guards when I barely trust dumb and dumber at our sides? Ed and Eddy. He drawls, droning in a heft of his hair growth filled hand. You'd not be able to trust these men with your dog. Arcticus moved out of his staunch, intricately wooden chair not quite like the basic one to support him unlike the table it'd be original oak, holding the unique color of the oak wood. He tread, arched around his table to move towards his daughter in fine oiled leather slippers meant for his feet-- quite literally, being of custom design. Arcticus headed for the back of her chair to put his digits in a grip that'd wrench with low-pressure on her shoulders, but enough to clearly take a hold of them. The outskirts? That's not within the inner walls. That's the farthest from help, the most vulnerable. The head of his bobbed, nodding many times at a weak motion. It'd not be difficult for someone to poison your bodyguards drinks, shoot them, or just shoot them and try taking the daughter of Arcticus. The left hand took away from her shoulder to move into the blonde locks, seemingly unconvinced from her wink. Remember your my fun, daughter, and don't let your trauma let you forget your place in my life. A chuckle sounds from him again. Don't pay any attention to them, if you threaten him I'll have him spend 20 dollars for you on your knees. They're my bodyguards, what are you? Daddy's hand threading gently in Vermilion's hair go to pull on it like strings, enough to create tension.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Arcticus wasnt wrong there. She wanted to go to the house party for another, more sinister reason. Vivian wanted to see what it would take in order for the rival gang to put an end to her fathers reign of the Vermilion gang. She felt as if it were her time to shine, and take her rightful place as his heir. The blonde woman was smarter than to kill her father outright, by her own hand. And, she did care for him. He was her father and only caregiver, after all. But, she felt that the Vermilion gang needed to take a new direction. And the best way would be under her leadership. I dont want to get drunk, father. Im looking for.more chemical highs. Vivian thought that being mostly honest was for the best. You know...heroin...cocaine She sighed deeply as he made a good point about the quality of her guards, buxom chest heaving as she did so. Her eyes scanned about the room. It could really do with a womans touch, in more ways than one. Daddy, I know what Im doing. Vivian did her best to keep her cool as her fathers hands rested heavy on her shoulders. Im 21 now, and old enough for you to trust me. She made a fake pouting face in response. She made a face as he threatened to prostitute her mouth for only twenty bucks. Two could play that game. Just twenty for my mouth, dad? I let a police officer fuck me in my ass just to get out of a speeding ticket. Her lips curled back into her sardonic smile, somewhat of a trademark for her. Vivian felt her father's fingers trail through her long hair, turning her head to look to him better. Me? I'm Daddy's Princess. She blew him a kiss.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

The mixed gaze of him, constantly cycling, but never striking twice in the same place set on the modern guardsmen. He took a drifted, settled look on them upon hearing of chemical highs, such as cocaine. Make no mistake, they deal with their guilt for ruthless murderer by such an angel's gem, they call it. The crystal of savior the crystal to ease the pain. The old man riddled, despite in blotched plain white shirt looking like the delicate color was meant for ruin and stain. You're not the only one in this world looking for the next lift. His hand gestures for the least tallest out of the two to then heed, hither over. Please my daughter, but do not go weak on her. The rigorous dealer using the table to provide a very line of angel dust in front of her. Arcticus' hand flows out her hair and so does his other hand undo itself from its screwed in place. If age is built on trust you know to trust me, given I'm your father. Now, go ahead. He nods his in a dismissive manner at the guard who placed angel's dust on the oaken table. I'll listen to your whore stories if you can tell them properly. He showed his daughter a bittersweet smile towards her staring at him. Indulge like a princess is meant to.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Vivian remained seated as the dealer that her father directed to approach the table laid out a line for her, biting her lower lip. She hated her her father controlled her intake of drugs. But after all, it was for the best. How else did her mother initially get put into a position of being a prostitute? The woman had become addicted to drugs, so it ran in her blood. She waited patiently for the dealer to finish, a roguish smile on her face as her father told her to save the whore stories for the time being. Well...dont mind if I do. Vivian shrugged, twisting her body to sit right in the chair so she could lean down to the expensive table to snort the line. If it would have been anyone else, she would have taken some to rub against her gums, to test the purity. But, it came from a trusted source. She leaned forward, her silky strands of hair running through her fathers fingers. There was still some length left to her hair even then. Vivian snorted the line, from end to end, before licking the table with the widest and flattest part of her tongue. She sat back in the chair, with a deep and satisfied sigh. That is...so much better. Thanks, Daddy.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

The mere man stood above, but watched with powerful eyes, almost serpentine. He narrowed them without noticeably as they honed on her so called sniffling. At the time, the only thing reminding him of the mortal moment was the reminding sensation of Vivian's blonde strands coursing in his callused hands, letting the hair leave his hands. A sheer smirk, size of a canoe plastered over his face, watching her lick it to the last dropping. How did you learn to please me without an ounce of training? You're better than what I ever could make of your mother. He would smirk wider if he so could while she was closer, using the hands to worm around her neck and wrap with a vices grip. Arcticus keeps her in place, pressuring her to stay in the chair even if she didn't plan on leaving it. Ed, you probably want to get payed. Ed nods, further showing his respect with an honest answer. I do, it's hard earned when us called troopers do the work, Arcticus. The father nodded back, swiveling his head to look at his daughter, giving her enough room to breathe and speak. How are you going to repay him? Don't expect it to be free, he's a friend, of course. It's loyalty that keeps an organization functioning.
Thread: Vermilion Gang (Tres x Poppy)

Vivian ignored the comment in regards to her mother. She had never met the woman, so the comment was able to roll off of her. All she was to the prostitute turned business woman was a way to get ahead in the world. Perhaps it had been her lack of maternal affection that made her the way she was. But she figured it had to be being around her father's business from a young age. She would sit at his knee, even when someone was brutalized for being a traitor to the gang. The blonde beauty froze as she was choked by her father, eyes bulging. Even when he relinquished his grip somewhat, she still had to gasp to catch a breath of air before speaking. But, this sort of abuse was common place in the dynamic they had. I don't know daddy...you told me to induge. I thought you had this treat. She certainly didn't want to touch the creep of a drug dealer with a ten foot pole.
Thread: Inserting a table, and how to format it.

I would like to know if it is first possible at all to create a table that is 4 cells wide by 6 cells long. A mini-excel sheet sort of thing if what I am talking about is perhaps unclear. If this is possible, how would I go about doing it? Thanks in advance for your time and consideration in the matter.
Thread: Inserting a table, and how to format it.

I'm not an expert or anything, but you might be able to mess with this table generator and get something along the lines of what you're asking. Hope this helps!
Thread: Inserting a table, and how to format it.

Row 1 - Column 1 Row 1 - Column 2 Row 1 - Column 3 Row 1 - Column 4 Row 1 - Column 5 Row 1 - Column 6 Row 2 - Column 1 Row 2 - Column 2 Row 2 - Column 3 Row 2 - Column 4 Row 2 - Column 5 Row 2 - Column 6 Row 3 - Column 1 Row 3 - Column 2 Row 3 - Column 3 Row 3 - Column 4 Row 3 - Column 5 Row 3 - Column 6 Row 4 - Column 1 Row 4 - Column 2 Row 4 - Column 3 Row 4 - Column 4 Row 4 - Column 5 Row 4 - Column 6 NOTES Does not seem to work, but I guess that could well be because I have no idea what I am doing with this. Guess I am just going to do things the plain and boring way
Thread: Inserting a table, and how to format it.

It's possible yes, but I might super stretch the page and it also depends on what information you're putting inside of it. The more columns you have the more your text gets squished. I've realized that 4 columns work best with tables on BMR without stretching the page horizontally and without squishing the text significantly. But if it's like bullet information then 6 columns should be okay. ROW ONE COLUMN ONE info info info info info info info info ignore ROW ONE COLUMN TWO info info info info info info info info ignore ROW ONE COLUMN THREE info info info info info info info info ignore ROW ONE COLUMN FOUR info info info info info info info info ignore ROW ONE COLUMN FIVE info info info info info info info info ignore ROW ONE COLUMN SIX info info info info info info info info Here's the code for that table. Just copy it c See more Code tabletrtdROW ONE COLUMN ONE info info info info info info info info tdtdcolor333333ignorecolortdtdROW ONE COLUMN TWO info info info info info info info infotdtdcolor333333ignorecolortdtdROW ONE COLUMN THREE info info info info info info info infotdtdcolor333333ignorecolortdtdROW ONE COLUMN FOUR info info info info info info info infotdtdcolor333333ignorecolortdtdROW ONE COLUMN FIVE info info info info info info info infotdtdcolor333333ignorecolortdtdROW ONE COLUMN SIX info info info info info info info infotdtrtable That's what it'll look like with six the important coding basically is your opener table tr the row td the cell. Every time you want to add a cell you have to close the tag. So table tr td type your information td - close your tag. td adds another cell td - close your tag and that's how you get all the columns. When you're done with the entire row you close the ENTIRE tag with tr table and your table will show up! c If you want to add another table under it just copy the previous table! Hope that helps. If it's confusing, feel free to PM me!
Thread: Inserting a table, and how to format it.

Hmm, what I think I wanted to do was insert sort of like an excel sheet where I could have the pertinent data on the row and column headers and then have the prospectve players simply input their statsnumbers into the boxes. This just looks far too complex for what I would be using it for, but I appreciate the effort in knowing I could do something like this if I ever had a better reason to actually do it. Thank you both for your time, Rauk and lait.
Thread: Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

Jen flicked through her Tinder list, scrutinizing every choice that came across. In reality, she was just looking for an excuse to swipe left. She hadnt dated in over a year, since she and Alyssa moved over four states after Alyssas mother died. And that was precisely why she hadnt dated in over a year. Alyssa trauma proved a good excuse to avoid meeting men, and Jen knew somewhere in the deepest reaches of her mind that there would always be a lingering doubt over whether the man she invited over would be a monster. So she got to know her vibrator even better? At least it never left her hanging. The low battery warning blinked over the screen, interrupting the time waster and Jen sighed. Maybe shed start dating again when Alyssa went off to college. Sure, she wasnt getting any younger, but she was still pretty, wasnt she? Some guys like older women. She took a moment to examine herself in the hallway mirror. It was colder here in Maine than Virginia, and even in the heated house, she wore a tight sweater dress in black, with match leggings. It wasnt snowing yet, but nights were brisk. Venturing into the kitchen, Jen reached for the phone charger. She found Alyssas phone there, fully charged, and felt no guilt in unplugging it to plug in hers. After a moment, she left it there. No point in feeding the girls paranoia when her phone isnt in the same exact place she left it. Jen pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge, serving herself a liberal serving. Why not, it was Friday night, and she didnt have to worry about Alyssa getting into trouble. It was too bad the girl spent her teenage years cooped up in the house, but at least she wasnt out risking drinking too much or a handsy teenage boy. Glass in hand, she nearly dropped it when a loud pounding erupting from the front door. A dozen terrible fears scrolled through her mind, thinking the worst possible things in those moments she tried to come up with a plan. But the knocking repeated itself, interrupting her thoughts, she planning. Police, Maam, please come to the door. That wasbetter and worse, somehow. The idea of opening her door to a police officer was perfectly reasonable, of course. But why was he here, at this time of night? The only answers she could conjure terrified her. There would be no good news if she opened that door. What do you need, Officer? She asked, a few feet yet from the front door. She held her glass in both hands, shifting nervously. I need to speak to you. Its a matter of safety, maam. The voice was deep, powerful. Carrying his unseen authority through the walls. What would happen to her if she refused? She put the glass down on the hallway table and keyed in the alarm code. With a deep breath, She opened the door to the dark-skinned police officer, How can I help you, Officer?
Thread: Raped Innocence (Xana and Quix)

Who is she? Carlos's harsh whisper sliced though the sound of Duane's knuckles rapping on wood, and elicited a hiss from the corner of Jimmy's mouth. The interfering slut who put me in Attica, and screwed up my retirement. Now shut it. On high alert, he hadn't taken his eyes off Duane. When a female voice emanated from inside in response to his accomplice's knock, despite his intent to break the window if she hesitated, Jimmy's feet moved of their own accord. Experience told him that rarely did a normal middle-class woman, no matter her history, not accede to the authority of the Law. Only criminals resisted. He blindly motioned for Carlos to follow. I need to speak to you, ma'am, It's a matter of safety. The closest of his two fellow inmates, Jimmy had confided a portion of his plan to Duane and the man had swiftly agreed to participate. It'd been four and half years since he'd last tasted pussy and he'd take whatever he could get, however he could get it, which was precisely what Russo had promised. Still, he remained oblivious to Alyssa. After he reached Duane, Russo crouched to one side, and watched the door like a hawk. The second it cracked open an inch and her head popped out, he reacted. Jimmy slammed his foot against the wood and felt it smack hard against the occupant's body. Get inside. He directed his companions as he crossed the threshold, and continued on in one fluid motion. Jimmy caught one of the woman's arms, twisted it up behind her back and clamped his free hand over her mouth. Metal gleamed between his fingers. Carlos and Duane closed and locked the door behind them. Russo scanned the area, and saw no sign of Alyssa. Search the place. Top floor. Whist Duane responded immediately and bounded up the stairs, Carlos stood staring at Jimmy and his captive before he finally nodded and went after his companion. Narrowed eyes shone bright with evil intent as Jimmy focused his full attention on the woman, having instantly recognised her. He appraised her with obvious contempt, then his lips curled into a smile when he pressed the button on the knife handle and the serrated four-inch-long switchblade sprung free of its sheath. Know who I am, honey? Well, what do we have here. Damn, ain't you a cutie. Duane's exclamation floated down the stairs. Jimmy's smile widened and Carlos stopped dead in his tracks at the foot of the staircase, a quizzical expression on his face, but no concern evident. The other man's tone had contained no fear or worry, only pleased surprise and a sense of awed anticipation. Akin to that of a kid on Christmas morning upon first seeing just how many of the wrapped presents under the tree had his name on them. Scream, and I'll slit your fucking throat. Russo maintained control of Jen with a police-issue arm lock that threatened to wrench her shoulder from its socket the greater she struggled, slowly released his hand from her mouth and pressed the point of the knife to her chin with enough pressure to break the skin and draw blood. Come say hello to the nice policeman.