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Thread: Out Running an Ex Dom

Beth yawned and stretched. That was when the smell of chinese hit her. Looking up, she looked back at the bedroom. But as soon as it came on, it disappeared again. She shrugged and rubbed her face and stood up. She moved to the bathroom and got another weird feeling. Something was close. She shivered a bit and stepped back out. Grabbing a baseball bat from a closet, she gripped it. Watching the bedroom door she slowly moved forward. Her heart was racing. Diablo mewled cutely and moved into the bedroom and looked up at the invader but mewed again and rubbed along his legs purring thickly. Beth frowned and moved into the bedroom. She only really used it for changing. Not once had she slept in the bed. Always preferring to sleep on the couch. When she slept in her bed, she always half expected him to reach out of the darkness and wrap his arm around her stomach and pull her close and whisper something that maybe he thought was supposed to be soft and sweet, but werent. Her eyes traveled around the room and saw the chinese food styrofoam sitting on her dresser. With a gasp, she spun and came face to face with the creature she had been trying so hard to outrun. She snarled trying to recover from her instant recognition. He has no power over you Elena. You are no longer lovers in high school. We are older. We are different, we don't know him. Who the fuck are you!? She snarled and pointed her baseball bat straight at his face. She didn't let him see the part of her that was scared shitless that he was here. She also didn't let him see that excited little girl who already wanted to lay on the bed and let him do whatever he wanted. She hated that part most of all.
Thread: Out Running an Ex Dom

I controlled your character a bit though I thought this much would be alright. If it isn't, let me know. It never left him, not for a moment, that disconcerting composure that seemed to perpetually cling to him. Not a ripple of emotion passed over his face, a visage frozen in an expression of amusement and derision. He was sure that she had to exert every little ounce of control she had to keep up that brave front that laughably transparent front, yet he could not but be slightly impressed by it. Even if it took her years, it seemed like she'd finally found backbone and for someone like her that was no small feat. But all that mean to him was that now there was something more to break. Fight it as she may, struggle against it with whatever resolve she might have salvaged in their time apart, nothing would change. She would lose herself once again to that basic, primal part of her that wanted to be savaged. He could see it in the tears beginning to well in her eyes, in every quiver of her lips and in every single trembling breath in every shred of her being. Even in that unlit room, he could see it all. The willful facade she had on could fool the world, but his cruel eyes pierced right through it. Your tongue has certainly grown defiant . . . he said, the words trailing off. But your body should remember just who I am. And then, before she would even have the time to blink, in one fluid motion he pushed himself off the wall against which he leaned and closed the distance between them. The baseball bat, much like her act, was of little matter to him. Yet he gripped her by the hand that brandished it and pulled her closer till their faces were not even an inch apart. His breath heavy on her face and his eyes stared straight into hers. His voice soft, a mere whisper, yet that derisive manner of his just as apparent as he spoke. It does, doesn't it. I can tell. It's screaming it out to me.
Thread: Out Running an Ex Dom

She gasped. She couldn't help it. Everything about him made her feel like a child. A small child that only he could love and take care of. She trembled and bit her lip and then growled steeling her resolve. Blinking away the tears and steadying her arms. It is ok, it is alright, Elena, just breath. Breathe. Remember why you ran. Remember what this man took from you. I don't know who the fuck you are, but you better leave my house before I call the cops or make it so you cannot leave of your own free will. She snarled and she saw him push off but before she could give him a good swift knock on the knee, he was there. Holding her to him. She felt his breath, smelt the the Chinese food he ate on his breath. She shivered and swallowed. Was he going to kiss her? What was he going to do? It is screaming for you to get the fuck out because I don't know you. You are just some man in my house breaking an entering. Before he could move she did one of her self defense classes and grabbed his arm and broke his grip on her wrist. Next came a harsh but very determined boot down into his right foot. The very least, the move would render him startled. She wasn't going for hurt just stunned. She moved past him running hard and fast. She ran down the hall and decided on taking the stairs quickly taking several. She left her purse and everything there. She panted and moved to teh land lords office and began to pound and her heart was racing. HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!! The landlord was out and she panted and took off running for the bar where she worked. She wouldn't need money to make a call there, all she had to do was survive the cold in a short sleeve shirt pants and boots.
Thread: Out Running an Ex Dom

To adopt the oldest and most noblest of traditions to fight to runaway. Wasn't that just lovely, not to mention unpredictable. So maybe she had managed to steel her resolve more than he'd given her credit for. Perhaps there was some part of her that truly intended to resist. Some naive notion that somewhere out there a better life waited for her if she could 'break free' from him. But he knew better. He'd always known that no matter how many times or how convincingly she lied to herself, it would remain. What she was running away from was not him but herself. Even now, as she attempted to defy him with some poorly executed move that would . . . do what exactly? Stun him from the shock of having his toes stepped on? How very amusing. It couldn't even make him flinch yet surprisingly enough he let her go. Perhaps it was the surprise from the resistance she had put up or that he had no intention of chasing her at all . . . or maybe he was just offering her hope. A mad hope that she might be able to out run him, get help or just hide away in some hole where he could never find her. Why? Because . . . there is no true despair without hope and that was what he really wanted to see. That hope slowly leaving her eyes as despair takes it place. Casually, he strolled out of the apartment behind her with a cocky grin on his face. The panic that coursed through her was quite entertaining to watch, as she bounded down the stairs. The landlord he thought moments before he heard the frantic sounds of her fists beating against the wooden door and the screams of desperation that fell all on deaf ears but his own. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, she had already taken off in the direction of the bar. Wise as ever . But it was better this way. After all, what fun would she be if she was totally broken. Words could not describe the excitement he felt as he fancied himself the predator and her his scurrying prey. And so, the hunt was on. A few minutes would probably have passed when she would arrive at the corner from which the bar lay at a ten second sprint. Just a few more feet and she could feel safe. Safe from him, from her past. But most of all from herself. Past that ally, around that corner lay her objective. She was close enough to taste it. But that was as far as she would get. With a precise, practiced movement the heel of his palm would meet her chest right over her diaphragm. A simple maneuver with an open palm that would knock the air right out of her lungs, leaving her incapable of making even the slightest sound. Catching her body as it crumpled to the ground, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into the ally from which he had emerged. He pinned her to the wall by her neck, a position that should have been familiar to her. Are you plainly stupid or simply not aware of the concept of a car. The ridicule in his voice would have cut colder than the night. Incapable of making so much as a sound, her vision blurry from the sudden blow to her abdomen, she was helpless. Weak. At his mercy. Nothing had changed.
Thread: Out Running an Ex Dom

She panted hard into the cold nigh air. She was cold, but her endorphins would not let her feel anything. Except the burning in her chest. Slipping and skidding more than once, she continued to run harder and faster than she ever thought was possible. Turning around the corner, she saw the light of the bar. She panted hard and took off running. Just a few more feet. She gasped feeling the palm stop her. Doubling over, she fell. She already knew how she would land. On her hands and knees. But his hands caught her and dragged her deeper into the alley. Gasping, she swallowed and looked from side to side. It was way past last call and no one would bee there. She shut her eyes and panted harder and shook her head. Tears rolled down her face and swallowed. She tried to breath, but his hand pinning her to the alley wall, she gasped trying to breath. Rage was in her eyes. Pure unadulterated rage. Oh how she loathed this man. How he haunted her. How she needed him and wanted him. Did she? Did she really run just to see if he would find her or move on? NO! She liked her independence, she liked wearing what she wore, eating what she ate, and doing whatever the hell she wanted when she wanted. She coughed a pathetic wheezing sound as she rolled her eyes up. She couldn't breath. Couldn't breath at all. And no matter how much she kicked and tried to get him away, she would loose. The hunter would always find his prey. And sadly for her, he only had a taste for her. That was her last thought as she blacked out in the alley, pinned under his mighty hand. She was back, back in college. He came to her and had that cocky grin. Gave her whatever she wanted tied her to the bed and asked only one thing, her submission. But she could never give that. He told her that he would get her to get piercings, everything he wanted and there was nothing she could do about it.. Did she want that? A man that basically used her as his fuck doll? Could she live with herself? No. It was a dream, he was there everywhere. The same dream she always had. As if her mind was reminding her, she could not run from him. She was his. He had put his mark on her not that long ago. At high school he would put a boy in the hospital just for leering at her a second too long. She was his. Always and forever.
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RE Siri's Semi-Advance Lit Search Woot. Done updating for now. I'll probably add plots in later on.
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RE Siri's Smut or Plot BasedThread or IM's Updated.
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RE Siri's Smut or Plot BasedThread or IM's And now a Bump for you
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RE Siri's Semi-Advance Lit Search Updated 12-9 Updated with some ideas.
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RE Siri's Semi-Advance Lit Search Updated 12-9 Been on the busy side. . Fraking bloody holidays. Here's a bump for my lovely thread.
Thread: Who? You that's who. Come on in.

I can't seem to PM you, you may have them disabled. Anyway I was going to ask if you would like to maybe start something that was either harry potter based or maybe fairy x warrior?
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I'd be interested in the Black Cat x Peter Parker pairing. I'd send you a PM but you seem to have them disabled.
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I was interested in the Harley x Joker pairing, or possibly Pet x Master, would you mind shooting me a pm?
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Sorry all! In my haste yesterday I ended up disabling PM's. Everything is back in order now. Or should be. -'
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I am also currently very interested in someone to do an IM fantasy Anthro RP. Just saying. That is my top craving. I want some fun fast paced roleplaying.
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Black Cat X Peter Parker could be fun.
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It could be Malm. -
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Bumping. To anyone out there If I vanished on you I am terribly sorry. I had a lot of personal issues come up, and had to take care of myself first. I am sorry for poofing on anyone, and hope it doesn't happen again. 3
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I wouldn't doing one with the elf warrior roles. I love elves.
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Updated. Yes, I have a few people I need to talk to about current roleplays. If that is possibly you, I am getting there.
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Bumped for Inactivity on my part. Sorry y'all life has been crazy.
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Bumpidy bump.
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edit bump.
Thread: I'm coming to take you away, haha!

It had been too long, much too long since he had smelled fresh air. Much too long indeed. Now he was out, out of the place his love had assigned him to. A test, most likely, to see whether or not he was truly devoted. He smiled, stretching his arms out from the torn sleeves of the jacket they had put him in. Such foolish people. They probably wouldn't even notice the bloodstains and his absence until the morning. Trystan chuckled, running a hand through his shaggy black hair, his bright green eyes almost shining in the night. Well, time to get down to business I suppose, he said to himself, rubbing his chin as he looked up to the sky and thought. The staff kept their cars in a nearby parking lot. With a mischievous grin, he made his way over the fence and into the parking lot, opening the door of a black Lincoln. The keys were in the sunvisor of all places. In a flash, the car was started, and he was on his way. Back out into the world to find the love of his life. This time she would accept him. He would not take no for an answer. Oh, he was going to have so much fun.
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razerwing said It had been too long, much too long since he had smelled fresh air. Much too long indeed. Now he was out, out of the place his love had assigned him to. A test, most likely, to see whether or not he was truly devoted. He smiled, stretching his arms out from the torn sleeves of the jacket they had put him in. Such foolish people. They probably wouldn't even notice the bloodstains and his absence until the morning. Trystan chuckled, running a hand through his shaggy black hair, his bright green eyes almost shining in the night. Well, time to get down to business I suppose, he said to himself, rubbing his chin as he looked up to the sky and thought. The staff kept their cars in a nearby parking lot. With a mischievous grin, he made his way over the fence and into the parking lot, opening the door of a black Lincoln. The keys were in the sunvisor of all places. In a flash, the car was started, and he was on his way. Back out into the world to find the love of his life. This time she would accept him. He would not take no for an answer. Oh, he was going to have so much fun. Click to expand... Loud laughter could be heard echoing through the house as Elena Michelle attempted to bathe her new puppy. She managed to haphazardly set up a kitty pool in her kitchen, a long hose snaked loosely through a crack in her door. Now, it may seem a bit odd to be washing a chocolate lab in your kitchen.. but well, it was cold outside, ans she was a fairly eccentric person. Elena was 18 years old, a mere 5'4 with slender curves that complimented her delicate facial features, Emerald orbs that radiated a kind of warmth. The thought of Trystan hadn't entered her mind steadily for months, but she did have the occassional drifting memory of what had happened the day she got him locked up. A momentary curiousity here and there about what he was. It had been so easy for everyone to believe herself over him, when she dubbed him a dangerous loon. The thought of him escaping the asylum, however, was one thought that hadn't crossed her mind at all...
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It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, especially given the way his foot was mashing the pedal down into the floorboard. He made a few passes by her street, hearing her laughter. He remembered when she had him locked up. Nobody believed his story, they all believed he was crazy. He wasn't or at least, he hadn't been before he was sent away. He parked the stolen car a few streets down, grabbing a jacket from the back seat and slipping it on, running a hand through his hair again before he started walking, making it to her street, then to her front door, knocking on the wood three times before placing his hands in the jacket pockets. A small smile played along the corners of his mouth. Boy, would she be surprised to see him.
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A frustrated look crossed her features as she attempted to deal with the squirming pup as he thrashed about in the pool of water, near drenching the entire kitchen in the process. Milo, hold still! The shampoo dropped from her hand in surprise by the knocks on the door. Come on boy. Elena picked up the small chocolate lab and placed him in his play room, that she had gated off for the purpose of guests coming over. She wasn't exactly thrilled by her now soaked clothing, but quickly went to answer the door none-the-less. When she opened the door however, her expression flatlined. Trystan... how did you... why did they.... t-they let you out? Her tone held a mix of fear, shock, and nervousness. This was the last person she expected to ever see again... Elena's first thought was to slam the door. Lock it. Call the police and prey they'd get here fast enough. But she was frozen in shock, heart pounding, and adrenaline pumping furiously through her body. What do you want? She spoke barely above a whisper now.
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Trystan chuckled when she opened the door, her face falling into a look of utter shock and disbelief. When she started talking, he put a finger against her lips, grinning wider. Well, they didn't exactly let me out... but then again, there was such little secuity there they must have wanted me to leave. He smiled at her, pushing his way inside and closing the door behind him, grabbing her by the wrists and pressing her against the wall. You know, what you did was wrong. I was not crazy, he chuckled, shaking his head. But now I am. And you have no one to blame for what happens next but yourself. Putting both her hands in one of his, he pulled out a length of string, wrapping it twice around her wrists and tieing it in a quick knot at the top, like a Christmas present. Now, do I have to gag you too, or will you stay silent until we get to the car. I have a special place I'd like to show you.
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razerwing said Trystan chuckled when she opened the door, her face falling into a look of utter shock and disbelief. When she started talking, he put a finger against her lips, grinning wider. Well, they didn't exactly let me out... but then again, there was such little secuity there they must have wanted me to leave. He smiled at her, pushing his way inside and closing the door behind him, grabbing her by the wrists and pressing her against the wall. You know, what you did was wrong. I was not crazy, he chuckled, shaking his head. But now I am. And you have no one to blame for what happens next but yourself. Putting both her hands in one of his, he pulled out a length of string, wrapping it twice around her wrists and tieing it in a quick knot at the top, like a Christmas present. Now, do I have to gag you too, or will you stay silent until we get to the car. I have a special place I'd like to show you. Click to expand... Elena didn't like the look on his face, not at all. He seemed... different. No doubt due to the torture of being locked up in a place like that for so long. Her eyes widened at his statement. They hadn't let him out, so that meant that... She very well knew his capabilities, but this was a whole new level. Elena gasped when he pushed his way inside, having little time to react as he backed her to the wall. Attempting to pull her wrists from his grasp almost seemed like a joke. Her small frame wasn't much of a match towards any man, let alone a vampire. Trystan I'm.. sorry about what you've had to go through, but you can't do this. There must be something you want in return. Money? I mean I have wealthy friends, just name your price. Her words came out fast, and almost blended together. She was fairly used to talking her way out of situations, so she didn't see this circumstance any differently.
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Trystan couldn't help but openly laugh at her offer, smirking at her as he looked into her eyes. You're right, I do want something in return. He leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. I don't want your money Elena... I want you. He chuckled, nipping at her earlobe before pulling back. I'm guessing though that since you tried to talk your way out of this, you aren't coming quietly. Well, I can fix that. He grinned widely, leading her into the kitchen. Once there, he reached under the kitchen sink and pulled out a roll of duct tape. I'm giving you on last chance, you can come peacfully, or I can tape your mouth shut. Either way you're coming along with me.
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Her expression couldn't help but hold distain for how the man laughed at her, obviously finding her offer humerous. His voice gave Elena chills as he leaned close to her, freezing at his statement. With Emerald orbs wide, and heart racing, the girl searched her thoughts frantically for a solution to the 'situation'. Sadly, she found none. Elena snapped back to reality as he spoke once more. He was smart, that much was sure. She jumped a bit in surprise as he led her to the kitchen, following his movements carefully as he reached under the sink. Duct tape... There's no need to do anything...rash.. Her words were cautious, and she was doing her best to appear unafraid. Considering he was a vampire who'd just broken out of an insane asylum, however, it was rather difficult. Umm, where do you intend to go? As she spoke, her gaze had drifted away from him, and was now searching the kitchen for any possible items of defense. The question had just been to buy some time really.
Thread: Married Life (Facade x Albedo)

The group had just come out of the from the Mountain Path as they reached Mandain Sari, haven met Eiko on their way and being taken to the destroyed summoner's village to learn more about the eidloons Garnet could call forth. She had been too busy wondering about about Eiko's gift to also summon them, wondering if there was any kind of connection between her and the villiage to even think about what her and Zidane had to do at Conde Petite to even get on the Mountain Path. He had freaked a little about it when she had the idea, but it was the only way to pass and get to the Lifa tree to stop her Mother and to find Kuja. She was willing to do anything, after all, Quina and Vivi also had to get married in order to pass with them. She was also ignoring him a little, not out of spite but her head was a million miles away. Not to mention Eiko seemed to be talking his ear off about how grown up she was and that she was able to take good care of herself. Obviously trying to impress him. When they came to Madain Sari itself, the whole place felt familiar to her, and that didn't help her mind being ignorant of Zidane's feelings. She was impressed that Eiko had managed to live here all by herself for so long, even if she did have a company of moogles. The whole thing was saddening, and the whole place seemed to hold something that she couldn't put her finger on that was relevant to her.