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Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

It was easier when he had something to lean on, he could stand on his own two feet, and stumble, but the shock and pain he was in didn't allow him to step with confidence. He tried his best not to lean on the woman, as he tried his best to find something else to think about besides the blood that was dampening his shirt more and more. He would have taken off his shirt and listened, but he'd have to stretch out the muscles around the wound to pull it off of his body. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon when walking itself was so difficult. He was surprised when he found he was opening his mouth to speak to her, You were tough, I didn't sleep for weeks, trying to find you. You were almost invisible, and it was my job to find you. Had to find you, had to take you down, it's what I get paid to do. You just couldn't keep your eyes off of that box... Evidently, he was in a talkative mood, surprisingly building up a good pace with his stumbling, his one arm draped over her shoulder, to use her for support, the other still cradling the exit wound. The entrance wound was burning as well, the damage could be felt from one end of his body to the other, back-to-front. However, the advantage of the painful exit wound was that it meant there would be no digging into his torso to remove a deadly piece of lead. It had gone clean through, and although it had shredded a few core muscles and taken out a good amount of flesh- it hadn't done any life threatening damage. Detective Adair knew enough about the human anatomy to know that where he'd been shot was just flesh and bone. However, he realized, another six inches up and towards his chest more, it would've been a heart shot. And there would be no Detective Adair stumbling down the street, he'd been as cold and dead as his boss.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

The woman was slightly flattered to hear he couldn't sleep well due to trying to track her down. Amazing, I didn't know that my criminal tasks were on the same level as drug dealers and murderers. Good to know you think so highly of me. What was it about me that you couldn't stand to stay away from? She asked him, letting him continue to lean on her as she led them down the darkened streets through alleyways and the shadows of buildings. She was trying to distract him, to keep his mind focused away from the copious amounts of blood pooling at the wound and sliding down his jeans to the ground. It was enough to make her ill, but one of them had to remain strong and calm. Is it because I'm a woman? And not just any woman, but one of intelligence who has outsmarted and broken the hearts of dozen of rich mean across the nation? She was admitting her crimes, but it mattered little to the incapacitated man. Ah, the beautiful box. She sighed, wishing she had it in her possession. It's an original, so antique and finely crafted. I truly admired it. I was greedy in that I had to have it, but if we hadn't been fired back tonight I would own it now. You couldn't have caught me. I'm almost untouchable. The arrogance in her voice was intentional, wanting to put some fire into his spirit to keep him alive. They trudged onward, closing in on the entrance to the parking garage. She led him to an elevator, pushing him inside as she pressed the third floor button. The silver doors opened to an empty parking lot save for a few cars. Come on, to the black one. It was small and sleek, expensive yet non-descript. Opening the passenger door, she gestured for him to climb inside. Get in and try not to get blood on the leather interior, okay? It's a rental.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

He was bewildered by the revelations she was sharing, she had been a high-class thief for a while, that much was becoming obvious to him. He heard the arrogance, and did it ever work to get a little fire from within going. He was becoming a touch angrier with each step, that gave him just barely enough energy to be able to make it into the passenger seat of the car. If he could've tried to stop the bleeding from getting onto the leather, he would've. He was clenching his blood-soaked shirt to the wound, the jean jacket he was wearing failing at covering up the evident wound. The blood was pooling on the back of his shirt to an extent as well, from the entrance wound, luckily the denim jacket was protecting the seat somewhat from the blood. He was astounded by how red his shirt was getting in the light of the car, but his mind was elsewhere. From the blood loss, he was starting to become a little loopy, as he couldn't help but giggle a little bit. A cop and a thief, making a getaway from a war zone in a museum... he laughed a little at the entire situation. If he wasn't laughing, he'd be crying, as the pain was simply starting to turn to numb, and it seemed at least, that finally the bleeding was slowing. Not stopping, but at least slowing, which seemed to be good news to Patrick. He seemed to think it was hilarious, as he was laughing, revealing, And then the cop, to protect the thief... shoots another cop in the face! His own boss!
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Getting into her own side, she threw her back in the backseat. Leaning across him, she shut his door and reached to put his seatbelt on him. Though it would be uncomfortable, she didn't need another reason for a police officer to be pulling her over tonight. He began to babble, laughing almost maniacally. She paid him little attention, inserting the key into the ignition and turning it over until the engine started. Foot was on the clutch, her other hand ready to shift into gear. His words were tickling at her ears, barely entering the canal. Then, she heard it. What did you say? She asked him, stalling the car on accident. You shot. . . oh, shit. Shit. Shit shit shit! She cursed endlessly, shaking her head. He needed a doctor, but she couldn't risk taking him to the hospital now. The dead cop had shot at his own, which meant there was some sort of corruption and Dianna was merely in the middle of it all. Her arm extended toward the glove compartment, opening it to retrieve her cell phone. Fingertips brushed across the screen, moving in a series of taps until a contact was pulled up. She waited silently, driving quickly down the ramp and out of the garage. Rox, it's me. No-wait, listen! I didn't get the box. There was an undercover waiting on me, but the police department fucked up somewhere and shot him. Yes, they shot him, Rox! No, he's alive. She paused, sucking in a deep breath of air. The wound is close to his hip, but I don't know the severity. He's yakking out of being delirious. Rox, I gotta bring him home. I can't leave him out here to die. Yeah, I know he was going to arrest me. She turned sharply down a back road, carrying them somewhere out of the city. He won't. He's too weak and losing too much blood. Okay, see you in ten. She hung up the phone, reaching over to grasp his arm. Hey, hang in there. I'm getting you some help.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

He ignored the pain that the seatbelt offered, and he laughed, as his mind came to more and more conclusions over the corruption of his former friend. He just laughed, choking out the words as he laughed, Unbelievable... Johnston, a fucking mobber... all makes sense... fuck, how many of them are dirty? His entire unit could be, haha, no wonder he put me on a thief... he knew that Sergeant Dan Johnston was working on the mafia case, and now it all made sense. By word of mouth, so many things were transferred at the cop shop, and Adair was putting all of the pieces together. The smile slowly faded, and the laughs transformed into cries of pain until they stopped entirely. Instead, he just breathed heavily, his mind pushing through the breakdown as he let out a loud, angry groan. He understood now, Johnston had put him on a thief, not realizing that the very museum she robbed was their hideout. Adair put it all together, Johnston and numerous others were in charge of finding the mafia, but they were part of the mafia. Who knew what the shootout was about, but Johnston was not there undercover. He was more than in plain clothes, he was armed with a non-standard weapon. The man was ready to shoot anybody that was there, he was not a policeman, he was a mob security guard. His mind needed something to hold onto, something to get the adrenaline pumping, so looked over to the lady in the driver's seat, and blurted out, I lied. You weren't that difficult to catch at all, every time you visited it was the only one you'd always pass by. You'd always come by, in all of these different outfits, all of them designed to either distract guys with a little bit of skin, or disappear entirely. It was easy, I watched all of those films once, and knew who the thief was right away! He was practically shouting by the end, he was finding some strength from somewhere. He was sitting up more in his seat, and after his angry rant he let out another frustrated noise. Within the blink of an eye, suddenly changed his tone, the adrenaline and rage worn off, but the after effect of the energy was still there. He was awake, he wasn't breaking down, he was going to fight for his life. He spoke, in a rushed, but strong voice, Thank you so much for not leaving me to die, you don't have to worry about me arresting anybody yet, you're saving my life. I'm sorry about bleeding on the seats, there really isn't anything I can do about it. He had needed the adrenaline, he'd needed something to be angry about- but now he felt like an asshole for cursing the lady that was saving his life. He was going to pass out by the end of all of this, his mind was traveling at a minute.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Dianna wanted to speed through the dimly-lit streets, but she knew better than to risk the capture. If there was internal corruption then who knew how many people were looking for him, for her, or both. His laughter was annoying, but at least it was proof he was still conscious. The woman caught bits and pieces of his mutterings, though she thought it mostly nonsensical. Blood was leaking quickly from his body, pouring down into the carpet of the immaculate car. It would stain, but she had a friend who could clean it before she had to return the car to the rental place the following day. Her hand slowly withdrew from his body, replacing itself on the cool gearshift between them. She pressed in the clutch, maneuvering the stick into a higher speed. The speedometer was climbing, steadily accelerating as she brushed out of the city limits and toward the country. His speech changed, the tone of his voice becoming more dramatic and reckless. When he finished his spiel, she cast a glance his way. Oh, I was easy to find, was I? She doubted it as she had bent her own rules just to have this antique in her possession. I distracted no one except for you. If that was my tactic, it certainly worked. You couldn't wait to have me for yourself, but I'm afraid I'm the one person you can't have. She was bantering with him on purpose, intending to keep his will to survive intact. If you know so much about me why don't you tell me about myself? When he sat up, she allowed it, though she didn't want his blood pressure to drop any more. Again, he was raising the volume of his voice before diminishing it back to a normal tone. Much to her surprise, he was thanking her for putting him in the car. I'm not worried about being arrested. You don't even know where you are, how could you do anything to me? Who can you trust now? I've all you've got, punk. The seats are fine, just keep calm. Jesus, are you sure you're a cop? She asked, turning off a side road and entering a scattered residential road. She led them through thick groves of trees, the tall trunks towering over the tiny car. Turning into a paved driveway, she drove up the hill to a two-story brick home that overlooked a flowing pond equipped with colorful fish. As soon as the engine was shut off, a light flickered on a porch and a woman Dianna's age came storming out the front door. Come on, get him in. I got a table set up. She went to the passenger door, opening it and trying to unfasten his belt. Dianna grabbed her back and jumped out. Call Freddie and tell him to clean out this car. He's got blood everywhere. The thief spoke, running around to the other side and helping her roommate grab him. The other had cropped hair, the black strands short and pointing out awkwardly at her ears. Her eyes were large and dark and her body covered in piercings and tattoos. Come on, Sugar, let us get you inside and I'll fix up that shot for you. Roxie said, practically tugging him now.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

His eyes opened to find another young woman helping him out, and it occurred to him, it could be worse. He might be left at the mercy of some chubby, ugly, rude hairy guys, the usual mob thugs. Instead, he gets not one young woman, but two, and both of them attractive in their own right. He was starting to feel optimistic about the situation, until he tried to help both of the girls by supporting some of his own weight with his legs. He had just gone through a lot, in a short amount of time, more than just the bullet through him, but his mind had taken a lot of punishment. He was breaking down in the car, unable to focus on pushing himself through his current predicament. Now though, he felt some strength, and was able to stand up upon his own two feet. He just needed both of the girls there to support him, the thing that was making him the weakest now was blood loss. He almost dropped when he made it through the door, but he managed to keep himself upright by propping himself against the door frame. He winced and covered his wound, realizing he had never managed to get his shirt off. Now was a better time than any, soon enough he'd be on the table that the aforementioned Rox said she had set up. He slowly got both of his hands under his shirt, having difficulty finding the hem because he was unable to tell where the blood ended and where the shirt began. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, letting out a groan of effort and frustration as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, letting it drop with his jacket to the floor. Where the blood wasn't covering his torso, it was now evident that Detective Adair was a cop. His form was lean, but very defined, and the strength that the jacket hid was revealed now. Patrick would run, for hours, every spare moment, even resorting to studying by listening to audio clips on his iPod-while running. With the nasty exit wound exposed in front of him now, the pain became evident. He put both of his hands around it to inspect it better, the pain continuing it's slow fade into numbness. The exit wound was about in line with his belly button when it came to height, but it was located more to the side of his body, not close to the core. He started, Well... at least it went right through, no digging necessary... he trailed off as the blood loss was getting to him, and he started to drop from his position against the doorframe.
Thread: Yes, Miss....(Jade/Daddy's Little Slut)

She sighed as she made her way into the classroom yet again. Day after day this was her setting. She slumped down into her desk, blonde hair messily falling over her face as she put her head down on the cold wood. She flattened her skirt and made herself comfortable, usually not paying attention to class and going straight to sleep anyway. Emily was a bright student, however unmotivated. She was rather pale from spending most of her time inside and didn't ever really try hard to socialize. She wasn't one of the popular girls that went from party to party intoxicated, sleeping with any guy just as intoxicated as she. Emily liked to keep control of her life, though with schoolwork, her grades, and her life at home, that rarely happened. Most of the time she sat, listening to her parents bicker downstairs, browsing the internet, putting off her homework.
Thread: You Left Me For Them (??? and ToujoursPur)

Elizabeth was not like most women in the 1700s. She was very intelligent especially coming from a poor family. She made herself go to school and learn how to read and write. She had a tendency to think that she was right about everything she did. All her choices were the rights ones and everyone else was flat out wrong. Elizabeth also had a tendency to pick meaningless fights with people in the town just to make them look stupid later on. Elizabeth was quite a looker. She was twenty-four years old and had C sized breasts. She had light brown hair that she always kept up to look more sophisticated. She had a small butt and her thighs were also small. She liked her small stature. She was only 5'6. Elizabeth was seen as some what scandalous by women of the town. She was living with her fiance and they had not been married yet. They were in a relationship for two years now, but things were starting to get rocky. Her fiance was thinking of joining the army for the British side. She started to panic at the thought of him joining them. They killed her family and some of their friends. He never said, but she thought he blamed them for being on the rebel side. Elizabeth had no idea that he joined the British side until he came home that day with the red uniform. At first, she thought they were being attacked. She screamed as she saw him and shook her head. Get out of here! Your people killed my parents and our friends! How could you do this? You are spitting on their memory. she yelled at him. I am looking for someone to do this with me. Plans fell through with the other person.
Thread: The Twisted Game of Cat and Mouse ((HKitten && Lia))

Nothing could beat this high. Not that Tommy had tried drugs, but the adrenaline rush of power was too intoxicating for words. He held them at his mercy made them beg while he denied them over and over. He tortured and maimed before giving the release of death to his victims, and he loved every moment of it. Who would have thought that a five foot six man with no build whatsoever in a pair of womens jeans could wield such power and hatred? They underestimated him, and that was always their ultimate undoing. Smiling to himself, Tommy walked down the street calmly. He sometimes wished for the sounds of sirens and chaos behind him, but knew that those wouldn't come for hours yet. It was just as well-sirens while he was in the area were bad news, and he didn't need the extra exposure. He'd been caught before, and had sweet talked his way out of whatever jail time was coming at him. He'd lied, told the judge that he was reformed after three years in prison, batted his long, full eyelashes, and gave a little smile. Everyone bought into it, even his current beau...who happened to be the cop who had arrested him. It was an odd story to tell people when they asked how they met, but dating him simply gave him more credibility. If he hadn't really changed, then a cop wouldn't ever be dating him. With a long breath of cool, night air drawn in, Tommy continued his way down the street, replaying the scenes from within the house with a sick little smile to his lips.
Thread: The Twisted Game of Cat and Mouse ((HKitten && Lia))

Mike scratched the back of his head and wondered what he was still doing in the office so late at night. Case files littered the desk he had been working on, ranging from murders to rapes to the everyday robbery. At home, he knew his lover was probably waiting for him to come back and curl up in bed with, but really, he should have been keeping track of the time. While he had told Tommy that he was just a regular office cop, with the sporadic duty of going around and busting people in, he neglected to tell the ex-convict that he was the chief of the bureau. That would mean that Tommy would know he was not only the person who issued the three years, but in a sense, he was keep tabs on his own lover. Shaking his head, he tried hard not to think about how guilty he would feel if the other male found out. Brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes and staring down at the files with chocolate eyes, he groaned. Ok, no moretime to get home and just relax after todays failed bust he mentally groaned, standing up and flexing his built body. While he wasnt like a body builder, Mike had a good amount of muscles to be shown. Taking a deep breath and placing the usual smile on his face, he began his journey home to see if he could coax his lover into forgiving him. Out in the streets, the failed bust panted loudly. A male pressed himself against the wall and licked his lips, feeling adrenaline from the run ripple through his body. He had been hiding for the last hour or two, as he had outran the cops yet again. This time, he had been a bit clumsy and slipped, but shaking his head, he tried to clear his mind. The flecks of blood from his recent murder splattered off of the mask he was wearing, before he removed it and discarded it. Quickly, he completely peeled everything off and moved to make himself presentable, as he carried everything back to the house he lived in with his lover. The man was probably wondering where he was, but hed just say out with friends or something. Jack, by day, was a daycare taker, as he worked in a school and took care of the little kids that parents could not handle. With vibrant blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he was what the parents called their savior angel. And by night, when he turned into a cold blooded murderer, some of the parents that got on his nerves would learn that some angels were not always serving under God. Slipping into the house, he moved towards the bathroom and quickly began to wash everything and himself. Hopefully, his boyfriend didnt hear him. In fact, he had placed in roast beef to stew when he had left, so the food should almost be ready by now by the time the other man got home.
Thread: Been a while...

Hey everybody... been what was it? 6 months? Sorry for the absence... so how's everyone?
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hey you want to rp
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Sure send me a line
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I've heard of you! O.O well, the name bows to the King w
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Heard of me from where? rofl kisses
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I heard that you were on Dark Moon for a while. How is it there?
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Who cares if she was there? 3 Anyway, we should start an rp King! I've been wanting to do yaoi.