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Thread: "Bat Got Your Tongue?" [Sonic Fandom] (Blissy x November)

The public eye was something that both Knuckles and Rouge were used to. Having taken the stage and becoming the center of attention when it came down to their lives, being such well known-figures in society wasn't exactly all to his personal liking. People may have look, stared and dared to even gander in their general direction but he did not agree nor approve or like the attention that he got day after day. More often than not, Knuckles had been alone, all by himself as he watched over his precious emerald. Being alone wasn't so bad and being around others wasn't horrible either but as to his preference? Well even he didn't really know that. Sometimes too much communication threw him off, other times, very little communication had him confused as to what to even say. Knuckles was a lot better at expressionism than he was talking in the end, or so he thought. Rouge seemed to come into play at exactly the right time. As soon as Knuckles had been down on himself for losing something precious to him. The Master Emerald was one of the most important jewels of all times and to fall into the wrong hands how could he have let that happen? Let alone, how did it even happen? All he remembered was pure darkness, twisting and turning the memories he thought he knew and then it was gone. Had he been knocked out? Had his memories betray him? Knuckles hadn't a clue as to where the Master Emerald had gone and it was more than likely all his fault. The feeling of neglect and guilt filling him, assuming his ancestors would not be proud of him during this time, in this light. Imagining their angry faces he could only assume they had. Of course he had to believe Rouge's words when she spoke. Knuckles knew better than to assume the worst of everyone, even his rivalry with Rouge herself. But he'd keep an eye on himself and never let his guard down unless he had to. Don't point fingers at yourself for me, Commenting on her words, he'd lead her out with him, taking the first steps and holding the door for her. The idea of going to a secluded place sounded just fine as long as they weren't around people. Here Knuckles was with the thought of the alleyway around the corner and yet Rouge suggested her apartment? Of all the things. Yeah alright. Your place sounds fine. Why would i touch anything? I'm no thief. His expression narrowing to hers as if to suggest something, allowing Rouge to take point in the direction of her apartment.
Thread: "Bat Got Your Tongue?" [Sonic Fandom] (Blissy x November)

If there was definitely something the two of them could easily agree on, it was the fact that neither of them were very found of the public attention that came with being a celebrity of more heroic sorts.. Of course neither of them were no Sonic, but they had both done their fair share of things that defined them in an equal sense to the legendary blue blur. The thought of it all was somewhat ironic in a sense, because Rouge definitely seemed like the sort of girl to love a crowd, with all the attention it would bring her at least. In reality she hated them as they contrasted greatly with the way she preferred to carry out her own personal business, I mean how easy was it to steal a rare gem when you had a paparazzi breathing down your next twenty-four seven? It had just been one of those things that had grown on her in time and she was pretty sure none of her old friends or acquaintances would ever be free of that sort thing. Her apartment was easily the best suggestion, aside from the fact that she probably wasn't too comfortable with having knuckles there of all people, or anyone she really knew for that matter. It was there that she often kept things that didn't quite officially belong to her but looked good as decorations and also served to remind her to inspire for something better come her next venture into that sort of thing. Aside from that her place was actually quite nice but who would expect otherwise? She had class, as it had been one of the most notable things about her. Then there was all the stuff she had actually earned fairly, through hard work as a government agent and spy and it were those things that she'd actually value above the other little things that weren't actually hers. Once they'd arrive Knuckles would come to notice just how expansive her apartment was and that wasn't just because it was in one of the most expense condos near neighbouring station square. She'd lead the both of them up to the elevator and press down once on a elevator call button as she'd swing around on her heels after remembering to tell Knuckles something she hadn't. Oh did I mention don't touch anything..?! She'd snap at Knuckles, worrying that something may go dearly wrong just from simply letting him walk in the front door. Knuckles did have quite the temper after all and she had plenty of delicate things just sitting perfectly in her apartment waiting to become the accidental fault of a stubborn hot headed Echinda.
Thread: "Bat Got Your Tongue?" [Sonic Fandom] (Blissy x November)

There had been some sort of unspoken agreement between the two and there always sort of had been. It was as though the two of them agreed to disagree. Knuckles and Rouge had a common interest and because of this common interest, the two of them had grown attached to meddling in one another's business. It was just how the game was played. Both of them loved their jewels but Knuckles only sought out what he needed rather than what he wanted, unlike Rouge who could have seen someone with a beautiful pearl necklace and wished to steal it right off their own body. Clearly greed got to the Bat-lady more than she'd offer knowing of. Being within similar jobs really had them meeting face-to-face here and there. Sometimes they had to work together and sometimes they couldn't be near one another. Right now, they had to work together, especially since the two of them wanted the emerald for two completely different reasons. Knuckles needed to protect it but Rouge wished she could obtain it for purposes that were unknown to him. Why? So it could look nice in her pretty little apartment? The red-head could only assume that was why she found him and picked him up off his tipsy feet. Was she using him? Hell if he knew. Entering the building was rather alluring. The sight was brilliant as the walls, floor and even the furniture were astounding. Clearly the place had good security and a sensational price tag on it. How the hell did Rouge even live in a place like this? They weren't even in her apartment yet and he was still surprised, eyebrows raised at the sights around him. There was a small bit of envy reaching him as they stepped into the elevator together only to go to her floor and step out. The way Rouge had sway her hips and turned to face him had him a little thrown back. There was always some sort of peculiar sex-appeal about her but he tried his best to ignore it, as always. Ignorance was bliss in itself. I heard you the first time, Crossing his arms he'd look away from her, wondering if leaving right now and going to search for the emerald himself was a good idea. But that thought didn't last too long when he remembered that Rouge was the only one who knew the apparent location of the jewel. Following her into her apartment, Knuckles watched the door close and uncrossed his arms in a somewhat frustrated manner. Always being a bit of a hot head he'd make his way around. The condo was actually fairly nice and he was surprised how it seemed almost spotless. Did she dust everything herself? The fact that everything was so clean had him bewildered. Eyebrows arching, clearly confused as he walked around to look at all her things. Nice place, His compliment escaping him as he saw her couch and walked over to it, sitting down at the far end of it, enjoying the comfort of the corner rather than the middle. Don't worry I won't meddle around with your stuff... no point anyway. It's all useless to me.
Thread: "Bat Got Your Tongue?" [Sonic Fandom] (Blissy x November)

There was an obvious awkward sense of tension between the two of them but despite trying make that too obvious, Rouge only did what she did best and proved to shove it aside by making herself the centre of attention. With a gentle huffing sort of gesture she'd step into the elevator first before even letting Knuckles get a chance to step ahead of her. No matter the circumstance whenever it came to Knuckles Rouge just had to see herself being first, whether or not she did have a sort of soft spot for the Echinda who had once saved her life quite a long time ago over a silly little dispute that even now seemed only too familiar. She knew thought she'd find herself coming to him of all people for help, but the situation was quite worse then he could probably even imagine and she was still figuring out the best way to tell him that. She took her actions slowly, showing him a shard of something that she knew would matter but not exactly being too sure on what she should do next and her job hadn't exactly given her easy orders to follow on top of everything. I was just making sure you heard me the first time.. Ladies first. She'd state as she'd step into the elevator without another word, easily pushing her way forward before Knuckles got the chance. The whole elevator ride up wasn't any better then she expected it to be and Rouge only found herself once again pushing herself out of the front of the elevator door once they arrived on the proper floor. She'd easily race ahead of Knuckles and go about pressing the rather fancy virtual keypad outside her apartment door to filter in the correct code and gain access to her apartment. This place isn't cheap.. if you couldn't tell already.. So just do me a favour, keep your hands in your pockets and HEY!- Her sentence would be cut off briefly as she watched Knuckles simply wander into her apartment and throw himself down on her fancy white couch in the middle of the living room. Her ears would fold to her sides as her teeth tensed up and would show anger through the cover of her fancy pink lipstick toned lips. Ughhh.. Hey what do you think this is.. some place you can just free load in?! UGH stay right there.. don't move and don't touch anything! I need to do something real quick okay? She'd say with a sharp roll of her eyes as she'd kick the door closed behind her, with a gentle kick of her heel as she'd make her way over to her bedroom.
Thread: I wish...

I wish there was a way to reorganize the PM's so that you could keep better track of the previous PMs when playing a game via that way. I know that you can always keep the quoted text in there, but I'm of a minimalist mind, and having a huge block of text before replying is sort of an OCD no no with me. Is there ANY way to do this? Anyone have suggestions for a better way?
Thread: I wish...

You can make up folders and move your PMs into them as the rp goes on both the received and sent PMs. Maybe that will help?
Thread: I wish...

I sometimes remove the quote tags as the messages collect and leave the block of previous text under just one quote box. I also save some in a writing document noting whowhat the roleplay is and clear out the previous messages I've never tried what DontxBlinkk suggested but I will check that out.
Thread: I wish...

Thanks for the suggestions!!!
Thread: I wish...

I've done quite a number of things in the past, but the two that seem to bother me the least are 1 Moving each message to individual folders. This will have to be done manually every time a PM from your partner comes in, which is definitely one of the cons. It'd be nice to have the message automatically enter the folder but unfortunately that feature isn't available as of right now. 2 Quote the post I'm replying to, but have the quoted portion at the bottom of my message and put my actual reply on top of that. This one is my favorite. I know it's still a block of extra text within the message, but it's not so glaringly hideous. It's purely an aesthetic thing for me because in PM roleplays, I like looking at the reply first, then having the previous message below it in case I need to remind myself of a particular detail. So in essence it looks something like See more Aria's RP reply. text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text Aria's RP Partner said text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text texttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttexttext text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text Click to expand...
Thread: I wish...

Biting Girl said I wish there was a way to reorganize the PM's so that you could keep better track of the previous PMs when playing a game via that way. I know that you can always keep the quoted text in there, but I'm of a minimalist mind, and having a huge block of text before replying is sort of an OCD no no with me. Is there ANY way to do this? Anyone have suggestions for a better way? Click to expand... Maybe I'm not understanding your question correctly, given that no one above me has given the answer I would have given. But if you're trying to post a reply in a role play without repeating what the person above you posted much like I just did here, you don't click on the Reply button directly below their last post. Instead, you click on New Reply further down the page and type your response in the box provided. Is that perhaps the answer you were looking for?
Thread: I wish...

This thread has been dead for 3 months and should not have been necroed, so I'll be locking this thread.
Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

Olivia worked at the library as a librarian. Actually, in college she had been a physics major and graduated summa cum laude, but instead of heading into what could have been a great career as a physicist, she turned to the library sciences and got a job as a librarian. Admittedly, it was her continual lack of confidence that beset the bespectacled young woman from achieving and fulfilling her potential. It was the late night for the library and Olivia had been on her feet all day. As she walked to the train, she realized that it was already after ten o'clock at night and there was a chill in the air. Passing by a narrow alley, one that she had always walked past, but tonight somehow it was different. Tonight she would find herself surrounded by someone. Someone very large. All she can remember was being covered in a very large canvas bag, like one used for coffee beans. Then a pinch on her side or was it a needle injected in her, then she had lost consciousness. That's all she remembers of her abduction. Next she finds herself naked, without her glasses, and tied up to a cold metal chair, in front of her a cold metal table. She wanted to scream, but knew that it would not do her any good. Besides, her being naked made her so self conscious about her body. She did not want to even look down at her flat chested body. Wherever she was, this room, this place, well Olivia knew that there was no one to hear her cries, so she held them back. Besides, she was a strong, smart women. Maybe she could plead for her life and try to convince these men that she was not worthy of their abduction. After witnessing the transaction and the departure of the large man now with the suitcase, she was left with the shorter man. When he took a seat on the table and spoke, Olivia was not very happy with the words coming out of his mouth. Words like pet and slut and about her not being special. Olivia was disgusted by his words. Even that smirk on his face, it made her want to look the other way. In a scared meek tone.... Look mister, I, I know I'm not that special. Far from it. You, you don't want anyone like me. I'm a boring person. You'll get tired of me quickly I assure you. Besides, don't you want a blonde? Most men want a blonde. And well - She notes the man's complacency and it makes her nervous. What she says is not helping matters. Then in a more normal voice she looks at him and says, Where are my glasses? I can't see without them. Can you at least give me that dignity for now?
Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

Ohh I don't think I'll grow tired of you any time soon. Anton said, moving to stand up. Or your glasses for that matter. In fact, you won't ever need them again once I get to work on you. And dignity is such a restricting word. Let's leave that out of the equation for now as well. He strode around behind her, placing a hand on the back of her neck. Slowly he moved it up to entangle into her hair, before groping his strong fingers around and curling it up into a fist full. Pulling, he yanked Oliva's smaller body off the chair and onto her feet. Your transformation will change you. You'll adopt a different sort of dignity . Now let's begin. And without any consideration, he dragged her along by his grip behind her head, tugging her along as he wished. Anton led her back through the way he had entered, taking them down a long, plush hallway. The carpet beneath their feet was lush and warm to the touch and the hardwood floors were a deep hue of brown, set with intricate patterns. Small alcoves presented colorful vases full of flowers while paintings would occasionally dot the wall. They come to a T-intersection, with the left leading straightaway to another set of steel doors while the right showed a closed door at the distance, but seemed less cold and menacing. That obviously led to the rest of the mansion. Anton elected to drag Oliva towards the steel doors, where a slid of his finger along a finger scanner garnered them entry. A short elevator opened up and soon they descended into the dark laboratory that existed below. He was ready in case Oliva tried to break or make a run for it. Under his coat was a taser and a whip, either to stop her in motion or to punish any foolish attempts. He didn't mind however if she took a crack at it. Being a sadist, he enjoyed the soft whimpering of a girl fully put into her place and slave training involved a lot of it. He took her down a single, grey hallway, with glass windows on either side. The right showed a large room, with surgerical tables and various monitors and screens. The other overlooked another room, which appeared to be a prisoner block. Six cells were visible, their sides thick walls to absorb any sound, utterly cut off from the outside world. After dragging Oliva down some steps, he forced her into one and closed the door behind him. Once inside, he slowly began to undress, his eyes never leaving her. I've waited a long, long time for this. Once I'm through with you after this day, you'll only be a shade of your current self. He had all his clothes piled around his bare feet in no time, and he stepped forward a truly fine specimen of the human race. All of it gained though genetic alterations of his own DNA of course, cheated and elusive of hard work. His endowment was not any different. Impressed? Soon you'll be a specimen to equal me and more. And turn over and show me your behind. I won't ask again. He ordered, reaching down to snatch a long, coiled object from his coat on the ground.
Thread: Angels With Flithy Souls(Devilla-Roche & BennyQ)

This sick, twisted man scared Olivia to death. He had a deep baritone voice. it was well matched for his twisted mind. Olivia didn't understand the full purpose of his need to capture her, to have her abducted. What kind of transformation?? She thought to herself. He will probably use me like some sort of guinea pig, botch things up and then kill me. Those thoughts made the pace of her heart race and her breathing felt short. Olivia felt his hands take a strong grip on her hair. She knew this was just the beginning. He freed her hands, but in one seamless motion this sicko pulled hard on her hair. Olivia let out a shriek yelling, Ow!! You're hurting me, please?!!? But, it fell on deaf ears as she felt her head being tugged upon by his unyielding grip. Walking backwards, then sideways, Olivia was ripping over herself as he led her into the hallway. In such a compromised position, Olivia could not enjoy the beauty of this place - its plushness, the vases with flowers and the beautiful paintings. Besides, her somewhat blurred vision from a lack of having her glasses made things even worst. When they made it to the T-intersection of the hallway, she could see that he would take her into a place worst than what was on the other end. She tried to convince herself to attempt an escape, but maybe now was not the time. Once she was in the elevator, she was trapped and it seemed his grip only tightened from one place to the next. From the elevator, she got sight of the surgical tables. It was the one thing that was unmistakable - even without glasses. She felt herself hyper-ventilate and wanted to vomit right then and there. Cold sweat emitted from her forehead and things were getting dizzying. He again manhandled her as he threw her into one of the cells. He let go of her hair and she fell to the cold floor. She backed up on her hands and knees and went into a fetal position. Olivia looked up and watch this man disrobe. His body was as scary as his voice. Big and muscular. Perfect in every way. Before this happened, Olivia would have never dreamed of meeting such a man. And, his cock, half hard was enormous. It alone frightened her. BennyQ as Anton said Impressed? Soon you'll be a specimen to equal me and more. And turn over and show me your behind. I won't ask again. Click to expand... Already a mess from this whole thing and this sicko-man, Olivia couldn't move. She wanted to cry, but she just couldn't do that. Olivia remained in a fetal position, her derriere up against the back wall. Regardless of what he was reaching for she somehow she found the courage to yell out, No!! I won't turn over for you, NEVER!!!!