The Lake (1) – River Marked.

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November 19, 2013 09:20PM

The Lake

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Stephan had followed on his bike and listened with rapt attention. His senses alight with the smell of werewolf. It had been a long time since he had been on a true declared hunt. This was indeed going to be fun. He knew almost immediately as they came upon the firepit who was the were. The scent was full on him and though the others werent so quick to move Stephan had remembered Davids words all too well..

“If you want a chance at the dog, you need to step up, man.” 

Wasting no time, he moved with this speed of an ancient vampire off his bike to attack the were. Moving to bite and drain him quickly irregardless of the spectators. This was going to be fun.

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November 20, 2013 10:12AM

Christina turned around slowly when she saw Shannon goading William on. Rolling her eyes, she snapped “Yea, yea, can we cut this pissing contest short? Whether or not you hate each other doesn’t matter anymore. There’s a vampire showdown about to start and there’s a pregnant woman in the vicinity.” Her eyes turned black as death as she took a step towards Shannon “You don’t want to endanger her or her unborn child further, do you?” Her lip was curled, revealing a fang as she practically snarled at Shannon. Christina never liked getting involve with vampire bullshit, and she only spoke up now because there was an innocent woman and an unborn child involved. Hearing the vampire’s hooting and hollering, she turned to step back towards Simone. Placing an arm on the mermaid’s shoulder, the vampire looked down and smirked. As Nick blew her a kiss, she just raised her free hand and wiggled her fingers at him playfully.

Simone seemed less than amused and turned to look at Christina “What are they doing here?”

The vampire just shrugged as she looked down at them all “Looking for something to do, it looks like. Being alive for hundreds of years without sleeping can be quite boring.”

The mermaid just frowned more and stepped back to look at Shannon. It was clear he didn’t give two shits about her and all he wanted to do was to hurt William. The father of her child. Shooting Shannon a dirty look, Simone stepped towards William with a confused look on her face “Let’s just get out of here, ok? You can drive me home so I know you aren’t doing anything stupid.”

She was going to reach out to touch William…but another vampire moved to attack the werewolf. Seeing the vampire flash off his bike, Christina instantly reacted. With her own ancient abilities, she launched herself at Simone to yank her back. Her arms went around the mermaid’s waist and she had rushed her over to a tree. Pressing her against the tree, Christina spoke sharply“Don’t make a sound…I need to get you out of here before they decide to make a game out of you.”

Simone winced at the impact of slamming against the tree but instantly looked around for William “But they’re going to kill him!”

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November 21, 2013 01:27PM

((Between, I always thought if a vampire bites a werewolf and drinks his blood, not only the werewolf dies but so does the vampire.))

William keep staring at Shannon till he felt Simone right behind him, she was telling him to get out of here, and that he could drive her at home so she knew he wouldn’t do anything stupid. He isn’t doing anything stupid, well at least not now, but he really should get going. However, there was no time because he felt a vampire coming to him, he was glad that Christina instantly reached out for Simone and took her away from here, so she wouldn’t get hurt by this vampires. However, William got attacked, luckily for him, all that happen was just fall down on the ground, and have the vampire on him, but he was able to at least push him away either with a strong push of his palms, or just grab his neck and throw him away, enough distance to make William step away. He was really going to get in trouble because of this stupid vampires, and this one was totally crazy.

Shannon watched everything unfold in front of him, even Christina told him that he didn’t wanted to warm the mermaid and her unborn child. This just made him smirk at her, but once he saw the vampire attack William, he took a deep breath, and stared down at the ground, as he bite on his lower lip, before licking it. Should he just help out this werewolf for once and get out of here with Simone? He was already feeling sorry for her, because she messed up with his self, and now he’s worrying about her, and if saving the father of her unborn child, would be something good for her, then he would do it. The poor child wouldn’t be left without a father right?
Shannon used his vampire speed to reach out for William. He quickly grabbed the werewolf’s arm, and pulled him up, just for make him stand back on his feet.
“Don’t get your hopes up, I’m so not doing this for you.”
Shannon showed his fangs once again and licked them. He stared at the vampire that was right in front of him, if he wanted the werewolf he would have to get over Shannon first.
“Just get out of here with the blondie and the brunette, before its too late.” 

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November 21, 2013 06:58PM

The Lake

What was beginning to look like a showdown, was now turning into a circus, with Stephan taking it upon himself to make first strike, against William. William easily deflected the attack, and left both rolling on the ground, as all the other vampires now focused on this melee. But what caught David’s eye was how the other vampire (Shannon), reached out and used his own speed to pull the were free and to standing. Was he…saving the were?

“Just get out of here with the blondie and the brunette, before its too late.” 

Misty, Bianca and Jarvis, who were already worried about David’s crew being here, were also confused by what was going on. Stephan did not appear to be one of the local vampires, not that any of them had seen before, so his attack, though vicious was right on target with how they behave. Shannon however, was going against the code.

David actually placed his hand up and then roared.

“STOP!” His crew fell back, and Matt wondered what David was doing, since him even calling for a cease was unheard of. Normally, he would encourage it. The white haired vampire marched through the parted throng, and right up to Shannon, whom he had not met before.

“What…are you doing?” David asked incredulously, shooting a look at William, and then refocusing on the lip licking Shannon. “You…are actually SAVING a were? What are you, Doctor Dolittle?” David looked at him waiting for an answer, as all the others fell silent. “Were’s…are our enemy, or did you have the sense knocked out of you?”

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November 23, 2013 12:54AM

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Stephan emitted a low growl as the vampire managed to push him off his intended prey. He hadnt expected that. His own kind had signaled an attack on the were. Once begun this was to be seen by all as fair game. For one to intrude on anothers sport was a crime in and of itself according to ancient law. The other vampires in the gang had already started to move in around to keep the lone vampire from getting away. Stephan and David both were on either side of him when David had signaled a cease attack on the were. Stephan quickly ceased all attacks on the were. He no longer wanted a piece of the dog. He wanted to tear a chunk of flesh from this moronic vampire. As he spun to face him his eyes were glowing with fire and rage and he began to move quickly at his prey. A series of sharply aimed maneuvers were executed quickly. He began with a series of kicks and punches a flurry of movement aimed with precision to take his opponent down quickly and incapacitate him, if the attempt succeeded he would be knocked down and able to be bitten and drained as he was now stuck between both David and Stephan.

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November 25, 2013 10:46AM

Christina said nothing but just growled irritably when Simone said they would kill William. Whipping her head around, she turned to see Shannon step in. Pulling back from the mermaid, she turned to look at her again and spoke in an exasperated voice “No, apparently not. Your little boyfriend is going to help, but we need to get you out of here. It’s too dangerous and this is a mess I do not need to be mixed up in. Got it?”

Simone frowned at the vampire but looked past her to verify Christina’s words. Sure enough, Shannon was helping William up. Hearing Shannon’s words, she seemed frozen to the spot and stared at the male vampire. He was doing this for her?

It was just all so confusing to her because just a few minutes ago, it seemed like Shannon didn’t care. He was more intent on hurting William than he was to talk to Simone about what was going on. But here he was saving William, despite the fact that it clearly pissed the other vampires off. Watching David step up to Shannon, she took a few steps towards them but Christina reached out to grab her arm “Blondie, no! You do not want to get mixed up with that guy. Trust me on this.” Simone spun around to look at her questioningly but said nothing.

It was then that Shannon was attacked by Stephan and Simone whirled around at the sound of the attack “No, stop it!”

That was enough. Christina stepped forward and yanked Simone back before snarling at Stephan and Shannon “That is enough! I am the law around here and will not watch you tear at each other! There is a pregnant woman here! Do you not fucking understand that?!” But she had no idea if her words fell on either of the vampires’ ears. Shannon was being attacked and Stephan was obviously reckless. Turning to stare at David, she frowned “Will you do nothing?”

Simone was frozen to the spot in fear as she watched in horror “Someone help him!”

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November 30, 2013 07:44AM

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“Someone help him!” That was the cry that escaped Simone’s lips as she watched Stephan take on Shannon. Clearly frightened out of her mind from the attacks on William and now Shannon, it brought out the rage in the most unlikely of Vampires; Matt.

Launching himself at speed, he flew past David and intercepted between Shannon and Stephan, which would cause both to be pushed well apart, as David started laughing. His laughter only grew, as Matt got to his feet, his eyes red like fire as he roared at David.“What?! Someone had to stop this fucked up mess!” Matt wiped back the smear of blood from his nostrils and then looked at both Shannon and Stephan. “Get up!” This was a complete turn around from how Matt was usually, but what neither of the two vampires realized was that Matt was still a cop. He had sworn to protect the innocent, and even though he was not on the clock, he was doing his job.

David’s dark chuckle finally subsided as Christina was saying she was the law in this area. She may have thought that the case, but she still didn’t have it in her to stop the fight. Only Matt was able to achieve that. “And to answer you, Miss…Course I would do nothing. I was enjoying the show, but of course….faithful Matty over here has a conscious, don’t you, Matt?”

Matt snorted and then reached to grab Stephan by the scruff of the neck. “Enough fun for one night, okay Sport?” Matt was now fulfilling his role as second to David, who already had plans in store for Stephan. This had been something of a test. One that he passed. David turned his attention to Simone, whose screaming earlier had grated on his nerves. He cocked his head and then gestured to both William and Shannon. “So you were knocked up by one of these two clowns? And you came down here to watch them slug it out for your affections. Hmm…you must be quite the catch, doll.’ He then showed a diabolical grin, before whistling for Sarah to come to his side, which she did with her head bowed. She was naturally submissive to her Vampire Master, only glancing up under her golden bangs at Simone.

Having had enough fun for one night, David urged his crew to return to their bikes, pushing past Misty, Bianca and Javris, who thankfully they didn’t get into a war with this night. Starting up all their bikes, David threw a look back at Christina and yelled out. “We’ll be seeing you….you owe us.” That said, they all revved their engines, as Matt walked past Shannon, to head to his bike, with Stephan.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch.”

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The Lake – River Marked.

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[RP] Lake

August 24, 2013 04:42AM

 

 

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September 07, 2013 10:00AM

Now that it was finally night time, it was time for hunt, and this time, get some really delicious blood. Where was that blood from? Women, human ones, young, reckless ones, that doesn’t know how danger this world can be. Its their fault for getting killed by Shannon, they shouldn’t be so reckless and fall in a flirt from a guy at night, only bad bad will happen. 
He was walking through the streets and found himself in the lake, for his surprise, there was a women, skinny dipping, wow, alone? Well, she must have some decent “balls” to do that, at least she would be doing it with some friend or a boyfriend, but no, she was alone. How was Shannon get her attention without looking like a freak that was stalking her? This is going to be hard, so he just waited for her, to finish her “swim”. It took a lot, but she was finally done and dressed, whenever she was starting to walk away, Shannon used his speed, to get behind some trees more ahead than her, then he just waited for the right moment, to appear out of sudden, and bump into her slightly. 
“Hey, watch it!” 
“Oh, I’m sorry. Really, I had some guys following me because they wanted to beat me up, this was the only place I found to hide, but I stumbled on a branch. I’m sorry again.” 
Shannon said with the most nice intentions out there, as he keep an expression that would show him how sorry he was. 
“Oh..its ok. Wait? You was here the whole time? You mean, you saw me?!” 
She asked already embarrassed. 
“What? No, no! I mean..well yeah, but it was an accident. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t invade your privacy like that.” 
Shannon apologized again, and keep up with the innocent acting. 
“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, that view was horrible for you, I bet.” 
She said, biting down onto her lower lip. 
 
“Well, I kinda liked it.” 
He told her with a small chuckle, and showed her an adorable smile. Their conversation went on, and on. He was already getting bored, because she was talking a lot, and less action was happening. After a hour, the both of them was over some towel on the grass, making out. She was topless, and so was he. He was kissing down on her tummy, before move his lips up to her ear. 
“Did you know vampires exist?” 
He whispered into her ear, with a tough voice, as he tugged on her earlobe. 
“They kill reckless girl like you, who offers their body to a stranger.” 
He keep teasing, as his lips slowly moved down to her neck. 
“I’m one of them.” 
With this, he just open his mouth, and dig his fangs into her flesh, drinking all of her blood, till she was pale like a paper. 
Shannon pushed himself up from the ground, and picked up his shirt, so he could dress himself. With this done, he stared down at the dead body of hers, and just grabbed her by the neck, like she was a simple doll. His gray eyes stared at the lake, and in a matter of seconds, he threw her body away, towards the lake, it looked like a doll flying around, he just made sure it would land far away in the water. 
“The entrance was delicious, now for the first plate.” 
After saying this words, he just began to walk away, with a devilish grin placed upon his face. 

 

 

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November 15, 2013 03:09AM

During the entire way from Galtem’s house to the lake, Shannon and William had their hands on each other shoulders, if one were a mere human, that person would have already his shoulders broken, from the strength they placed on each other. This was only to make the other feel more pain and slow down on the speed, so then Shannon could take the chance and just attack him, but that wasn’t very well done. Soon they arrived the lake, and William simple gripped on Shannon’s shirt collar again and punched him harder across his face, making him fall on the ground again. 
Shannon groaned out in pain, and fell on the ground, as he rolled a bit on his side. 
“Give me a break, doggy!” 
 
He knew this would only angry William even more, but that’s what he wanted, when William picked him up from the ground again, Shannon quickly attached his hand around William’s neck, and tighten as hard as he could, before just throw him away like a little doll. William finally stopped flying, and hit his back against a tree, then fell on the ground. His back was hurting like hell, he placed his arms on the ground, trying to control the pain, while pushing himself up from the ground again, for another round. 
“I can’t believe stupid vampires like you are coming back. The all hatred between vampires and werewolves, are here again. And if a war ever happens between them, its all your fault. Even tho, I believe you would only feel more pleased with that, and no regrets.” 
William said between his gasps for breath. He was finally standing up again, and Shannon only chuckled at his words, because it was the truth, he would only feel more pleasure knowing a war could happen between werewolf and vampires, he would love to watch those werewolves go down and disappear from this world.

 

 

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November 15, 2013 07:41AM

After sniffing around trying to follow William’s scent, Christina finally arrived at the lake with Simone in tow. Turning to look at the mermaid just as Shannon was tossed through the air, she smiled triumphantly. “Found them.” 

Simone was leaning over with her hands on her knees trying hard not to barf from traveling so fast with Christina. Feeling nauseous, she dry heaved for a moment before straightening up to snap at her “Could I get a warning next time!” 

Rolling her eyes yet again, Christina sighed “Is anyone in this town grateful?”

Simone turned away from Christina to see William getting up slowly in front of a tree and Shannon was standing there waiting. Rushing over to Shannon, she grabbed his arm and stared up at him “Shannon! Stop, please! Just tell me what’s going on. How do you know him?” She glanced over her shoulder to look at William, clearly torn between the two men. William was the one who impregnated her, and she couldn’t just get over him so quickly…even if it was a one night stand. She thought the world of him the night before, but he left a note. Looking back up at Shannon. Simone placed her hands on his chest as if trying to stop him from attacking again. She had only just met Shannon, but she felt a bond with him and was terrified that they would kill each other. Her eyes were soft as she quietly begged “Please stop…” 

Christina just stood to the side with her arms crossed, ready to step in and protect the pregnant woman if things got out of hand.

 

 

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November 15, 2013 11:46AM

After getting himself straight, William was about to just go forward and keep on attacking Shannon. However, it was on that moment Simone showed up, really? She had came a long? And the first thing that happen was Simone just beg Shannon to stop and get herself all over him. What the hell did he do to her to make her think he was such innocent person? That guy was dangerous, wasn’t it enough evidences? She was asking for what was going on, and how did Shannon knows him, he doesn’t, but William knows it was this stupid vampire who tried to kill Jennifer. 
Shannon stared down at Simone, and now his fangs went to back normal size teeth. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt her, and he just stared down at her, listening to her words. She didn’t knew a thing, and Shannon didn’t planned on telling her. If she was going to step in his way, he had to get rid of her. Business is business, he can’t lose his life just because of her, he can’t lose this fight because of her, he wants to see William dead too. Shannon’s fangs showed up again, and rose his arm, he was going to grab Simone and just pull her away so she should stop touching him. Her begging was what made him not be so harsh with her, he was just going to let her go off him, not really hurting her, but before Shannon could do that, William stepped in. 
 
William used his speed to push Shannon away from Simone, then he quickly stretched out his hands to grab Simone so she wouldn’t fall. He stared down at her, stopping her from moving. 
“You want to know what happen? Well, I tell you what happen. That guy over there, that you think he is so innocent, is a vampire who tried to kill the woman you saw on Galtem’s house, saw how wounded her body was? It was all because of that vampire! And now he was going to attack you.” 
William tried to reach out for Simone’s sense, and just make her wake up and not trust Shannon. 
Shannon got up from the ground, and cleaned his shirt from the dirt. This was getting way too frustrating, people keep on stepping in, and he couldn’t finish this. 
“Screw you! I don’t care about mermaid’s blood.” 
Shannon pointed out, since his goal in here wasn’t kill mermaids, it was only to kill werewolves, or those that stepped in his way and wouldn’t let him finish his goal.

 

 

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November 18, 2013 03:24AM

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A favored spot by the town vampires, aside from the fair grounds, to make an easy killing or feed. Take your pick. David’s crew rode their motorcycles hard across town, then down the old bitumen roads that led to the state forest and of course, the Lake. Sarah, the blood doll rode on the back of David’s bike, as she was his number one…for the time being. A shaky position to be in, knowing David’s temper and tastes. Nick, Brian, Tanner and Matt made up the rest of the crew, with the exception of their guest, Stephan, who rode just as hard to keep up with the others. The blinding headlights illuminated the darkness that surrounded the Lake grounds, and soon all the bikes pulled up at the parking lot, where there were already cars present. 

David shut off his engine and grinned lewdly as he pointed at the other cars. “Always something going down here. What did I tell you?’ The other vampires all laughed, while Matt slowly took off his helmet and sniffed the air. “You smell that?” David stopped what he was about to say and then his face furrowed till a bright smile erupted. 

“You gotta be shitting me? Werewolves?” All got off their bikes, with David cracking his neck. “Oh yeah, we are going hunting!” 

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November 18, 2013 09:46AM

Simone stared up at Shannon with hope in her eyes. His fangs were disappearing and she couldn’t help but smile up at him. She didn’t believe he would hurt her and she felt that he would control himself for her sake. Reaching up to touch his cheek, the mermaid was about to speak to him gently when William came rushing over to her with his vampire speed. Wrenched away from Shannon, Simone stared up at William with rage flashing in her eyes. Yanking herself away from him, she stared at him with tight lips as she listened to him slander Shannon. Shaking her head slowly, she finally snapped.

“Are you kidding me right now? How dare you think you can protect me! You slept with me and just left in the morning with a note! No number, nothing! Now you think you have a say in who I can be around or talk to?! You’re so wrapped around that woman’s finger that you can’t see through the pussy tears she’s making you shed! Who told you he did that? That woman?! You have every right to see your child but I don’t want to see, smell, or be anywhere around you for the next nine months. So you can fuck off.” Her flashing green eyes then landed on Shannon as she stalked over to him to point a finger in his face “And fuck you for not telling me you knew him! You knew enough to know how hard being pregnant is on me and you didn’t say anything when I tried talking to you at the apartment?!”Stepping back, Simone raised both hands to point at them “Both of you can go fuck yourselves. I’m done with this bullshit.” With that, she began to storm away. 

Christina watched Simone go off on the boys silently. There was no point in commenting and she had nothing to do with what was going on. As Simone finally stormed off, she offered an awkward smile to both Shannon and William “I…uh. Yea. I’ll go take care of blondie. You two have fun working out your problem.” Turning away from them both, she walked over to join Simone who was standing on a hill looking down at something. Walking up to her, Christina raised an eyebrow “What are you looking at?” 

Simone looked pale as she pointed down at a group of people down by the parking lot “Who are they?”

The vampire turned to see where she was pointing and froze to the spot “Oh…they are not good news, I’ll tell ya that much, Blondie…”

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November 18, 2013 09:37PM

The Lake

Stephan followed up on the motorcycle as they made their way towards the lake. His headlights filling the way ahead. His preternatural vision made the light entirely unnecessary however. He did it more for the mortals so he didnt wreck it or get pulled over as they made their way in. But the break neck speeds they had traveled in on were a real thrill none the less. It wasnt as if it could kill him. Even a true wreck would do him little damage he was quite old. Fire did little damage. He would need to be stake or decapitated to be killed, exposed to full sunlight for an extended period of time. A bike wreck might hurt him but wouldnt kill him by any means. As they came in though he smelled a very familiar smell however. Lupus Erant, upon the air. Next he heard David speak, 
“You gotta be shitting me? Werewolves?” All got off their bikes, with David cracking his neck. “Oh yeah, we are going hunting!”
Seems the accords werent holding in these parts. “Well this will be fun David.. It has been quite some time since I have hunted dog.” 

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November 19, 2013 12:57PM

 

No matter what William done it seems Simone got everything wrong and didn’t believed him. Wasn’t it obvious? He was a vampire, he was attacking William, even if its for defense, he was enjoying the fight, she even saw how badly Jennifer state was, and yet she couldn’t believe him? Wasn’t it enough to make her stay away from Shannon and protect herself and the child? William removed his hands from Simone since she seemed pretty much upset with the entire world. She didn’t wanted to see him for the next nine months, she didn’t wanted to have any contact with him, but he had the right to see the child, its not like he wanted the child, but he was going to do what he had to. Its still hard for him to believe that he really got Simone pregnant, how could he be stupid? Right after he broke up with Jennifer and this happens? God its really bad luck. And the first time he saw Jennifer after breaking up with her was at Galtem’s house, in his bedroom, with other bunch of people, and his goal was basically avenge her. 
William took a deep breathe and watched Simone storm off, then he looked back at Shannon. Should he end this fight? Or should he just leave? He done what he could, he warned Simone, but that woman was stubborn like hell. While William was thinking about this, he quickly felt another vampires scent. Oh no, more? So this asshole wasn’t alone? This was what William feared, that his other friends would come over and make this way harder, and William was alone, against this all. It wasn’t only one more, it was way more than that. Now this was a good time to run away. 
Shannon noticed the vampire scents as well, and even if it wasn’t that familiar to him, he could careless, the blood scent on them could be clear that they were dangerous, dangerous enough to take down this werewolf. Shannon grinned showing of his fangs, as he pointed at William with his index finger, then used his thumb finger to give a “thumbs down”, basically saying that William was going down. 
“Its better you run, little puppy.” 
Shannon began to push William to his limits, and question his pride. 
William stayed there, he wasn’t dumb, he knew he had to go before he could get caught, but this guy had to suffer the consequences, and deep inside William didn’t wanted to leave Simone any closer to Shannon or leave her here, even tho Christina was with her, and she seemed to be the only neutral here. William clenched his fists, showing a bit of his veins from his hands, he was thinking and thinking if he should leave, he even took two steps back. But it was like his body didn’t wanted to go either, the anger was too much.

 

 

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November 19, 2013 06:43PM

The Lake

Carpark

The expensive pink sports car pulled up suddenly in the car park just off from the bbq areas of the Lakeside park. Misty and Bianca decided it was not only time to get Jarvis out of his funk about Amelia, but also, the randy rabbits; Shane and Carmen, were driving everyone nuts with their non stop fucking. 

Turning off the engine, Misty slowly took off her sunglasses, and eased back in her seat. Bianca looked in the back seat at Jarvis, who was still pouting. 

“Will you quit being so damn emo and let’s go have some fun, huh? I heard there is a bonfire party being held down here tonight, and you might meet someone…or have a meal, I don’t know.” Bianca said, opening her car door, as Jarvis huffed in the back seat. Misty was already grabbing her bag, and was excited at the prospect of catching up with some friends. Bianca had to tap on the window to get Jarvis’s attention, since he was not listening. “Out!” 

The Lake

David’s crew were already homing in on the scent of the werewolf, but there were others….and they were not. Matt had picked up on it, and jogged ahead, while David seemed to be taking his time, as Stephan had finally caught up. Nick looked back at him and snapped his fingers. “If you want a chance at the dog, you need to step up, man.” He joked, laughing as David checked to see his blood doll Sarah was behind him. She was timid about being by the lake this time of night, even with David and his crew. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” she asked, stepping over some fallen tree branches and trying not to catch her skirt. David placed an arm around her and brought her close to him. “It’s just a bit of fun. Not like this is going to be a war zone. it’s a family park!” He laughed and she grimaced whilst nodding. 

Matt was the first to arrive on the scene, where Shannon and William had been facing off, and the young mermaid and other girl were not to far from them. Matt seemed to recognize William from the nightclub that Galtem owned, having been there a few times with Nicole. The others he didn’t have a clue about. “You guys realize this is a really bad part of the lake to be enjoying the sights this time of night.” He was giving them a warning, but it came all too late. 

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOO! Hahahahaa. I smell a furfag.” It was David, and he had come up behind Matt who suddenly looked worried. Although he was a part of David’s crew he didn’t always approve of his methods. The other crew members came up along side, and Nick blew a kiss at Christina. “Fuck…we got hot bitches.” David then spied Shannon, and pointed at him. “We interrupt your date?” The others sniggered, as just then the crunching of leaf litter showed there was more approaching…the shocking part was of who it was. 

“Are you sure the bonfire was tonight, Misty?” Bianca groaned as she got swatted by another leaf laden branch. “I can’t see shit.” 

The crew looked around and Matt was the first to recognize them. They were Shane’s crew. What the hell were they doing here? Matt started to motion with his hands for them to leave, when David spied them. 

“Well lookie who we have here. The Disney kids. Now I am torn on who I want to attack first.” Clearly, he had his sights on ramping up the war with Shane, and one werewolf, was not going to keep him amused long. 

“David?!” Misty shrieked, as Jarvis came in behind her. When he saw all the people, he knew none of them were human. “I thought this was a human party. Oh no, not these guys.” Now there was a standoff, between David’s crew and Shane’s. Anyone in their right mind….would run. 

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The Renaissance Hotel (2) – No Limits.

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 27, 2013 01:21AM

Room #1123 – Christian McQueen

Christian blinked at the futile thud that came from the door and stared dumbly at it before realizing the other man had introduced himself. Christian’s mind had been momentarily occupied by the raging homosexual onslaught he had witnessed and he realized he was being rude. He thrust his hand forward and shook Bobby’s.“Yeah—Bobby Williams—F1 driver. I’ve heard of you, too. Heard you were joining the circuit through the grapevine. I know it’s not Formula One or anything, but on the upside it doesn’t take as much concentration to execute left turns all day.” He paused, before adding, “On the downside…it doesn’t take as much concentration to execute left turns all day. It all sort of balances out in the end, though, because here the girls flash their tits from the stands. ” Hell, most of ’em wanted your name written on their nipples.Christian sighed, fumbling in his breast pocket for a pack of cigarettes. He didn’t have much to bitch about, he supposed. Being a racecar driver was a pretty sweet gig, and it sure beat the hell out of digging ditches or working under other people’s cars all day—but sometimes he missed the thrill and variety of street racing. Every once in a while he’d get that familiar itch that all the oval tracks in the world couldn’t scratch and he’d go moonlighting downtown. Doubtless his manager would have his ass nailed to the wall if he found out…but he couldn’t help himself. And what his manager didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, either.“Good to meet you though. Look forward to seeing what you can do out on the track.” Christian shook a cigarette out of his crumpled pack of Camels, tucking it away in the corner of his mouth. “Do you mind?” Christian asked, cupping a lighter to the cancerous instrument.

There was more jostling from the otherside of the door, and a different voice called out. This one was male, nasally and annoying. Christian would have recognized the Bostonian accent anywhere.

“Bawby Willyams? Bawby Willyams, you—excuse me lady, I’m tryin’a conduct an intaview heaya! The fuckin noive of some people!” More jostling. Christian could imagine Dan shouldering his way past Bobby’s indignant manager, scribbling furiously on that legal pad of his—-filling it with all manner of bullshit and lies. “Is it true you got dat Christian Mac-Queen in dere wid ya? You two heaya for da gay thing or what? What, yous two guys fuckin’ or somethin’? Hey, you gonna open up or am I gonna be standin’ heaya all day? ”

Fuck.

CharlotteCarrendar

842

Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 28, 2013 01:50AM

Outside Room #1123

After taking the fall at the trying to bust her way into Bobby’s apartment, that no good reporter with a shocker of a Bostonian accent shoulder charges past Cynthia and starts an interview through the closed door, whilst scribbling all kinds of sick innuendo for his tabloid bosses. This was the last thing that Bobby needed, on top of the allegations over the Mayor’s daughters. With a wide eyed and mouthed expression, Cynthia heard the insinuations, and this was when her lips then puckered so tight it was like looking at a painted baboon’s ass. Eyes turned into fierce slits, on the mention that Bobby was fucking with Christian McQueen in his apartment. Cynthia knew very well how hetro Bobby was, even after a night on the turps.As the reporter scribbled, Cynthia adjusted her bosom, jostling her tah tahs, and then with lightning like reflexes, she reached out and snatched the reporter’s pencil, as if she was trying to reach past him to knock on the door herself. If the pencil dropped, she’d become dismayed…and then say.“Oops…here let me get that.” The next move was none other than the famous ‘bend and snap”. Cynthia would reach down to pick up the pencil, and on the return, try to knock out the reporter, with the sharp flick of her head, in the breast charging “snap!”.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside, Bobby could hear the retarded sound of a man asking lewd questions, then followed closely by that of Cynthia’s voice. He wasn’t sure what was the less of two evils really, but he knew one thing for sure, he preferred taco to sausage any day. Easing against the couch, well more like leaning on it, he listened to his new guest, Christian, talk about how its not that hard to do left turns all day. This had Bobby quirk a brow. “But….I’m used to doing right turns. Woah…this is going to be harder than I thought.” The consolation was that the chicks in the stands flash their breasts as you go around the track. Bobby only thought they did that in New Orleans, and this new development, did make him feel a whole lot better about this Nascar racing gig. Formula one cars go so fast, you would never get to see the tits, they’d be a blur. But if there were a lot of yellow flags, he’d be sure to see plenty. Folding his arms and leaning back, he shot Christian a sideways glance, and then nodded, saying it was cool for him to light up.

“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.”

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T1Legend

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 30, 2013 12:23AM

Room 1123 – Christian McQueen

Christian smiled around his cigarette and snapped his lighter open. He took a drag and exhaled a vaporous tendril towards the ceiling, providing the impression of a snake made out of fog.”It was a joke. Just be careful out there—-they play rough with the new guys. Not that you can’t handle yourself. “Outside, Cynthia knocked Dan Weatherby’s pencil out of his hand. Before he could bend over to pick it up, the clumsy broad stooped to scrape it up from the floor. ” Jesus, watch what—” Dan’s jaw was forcibly slammed shut by the top of Cynthia’s skull before he could finish. Dan’s teeth clacked together and he bit his tongue, with the blow snapping his head backwards farther his neck was designed to allow. Dan’s arms flew upward and outward, with his legal pad flying through the air in so many yellow, flapping pages.His body continued moving in the direction of his head and he slammed into the wooden door, cranium first. Cross-eyed and with blood dribbling down the corner of his mouth, Dan slid down the door and slumped to the floor with his head cocked to one side and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. A great flatulent noise escaped Dan—-the sound of a ketchup bottle being squeezed but magnified by a dozen microphones—wet and vulgar, bubbling and greasy. The smell was as intense as it was immediate. It was the scent of something sweet and rotten—-the smell of a dead rat floating in the toilet bowl of an uncleaned outhouse on a summer’s day. A dark stain spread out across the seat of Dan’s pants, and when he fell over and lay sprawled on the carpet it appeared as though he had been sitting in a mud puddle.

Christian looked contemplatively to the door once more, wondering just what on Earth was going on out there and how long he’d be squatting in Bobby’s hotel room. Whatever it was, it sounded….messy.

“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.” 

“Well….it looks like we’re going to be here a while. Waiting would probably be more fun if we were both stoned. ”

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 30, 2013 01:19AM

Outside Room 1123

There are many ways a woman can take a man down. From a simple uppercut, to a knee in the groin. However, the infamous ‘Bend and Snap’ is without a doubt a powerful tool to a woman’s defenses, and in this instance it worked….a little too well. Though Cynthia did feel the pain of her head striking underneath Dan Weatherby’s chin, she managed to catch his yellowing note pad as it left his hands, and he careened back into the wooden door of Bobby’s apartment.

At first, Cynthia did a little dance to celebrate knocking out Dan, and taking his notebook, but no sooner had she enjoyed her public relations victory, there was a terrible sound, that came from Dan’s rear. Like the explosion of a condiment bottle, but the following odor was so rank, that Cynthia found herself starting to dry reach, as a brown slick puddle was forming underneath Dan’s cream polyester blend pants. ~Oh no, he’s shit himself!~ Cynthia thought to herself, as the scene was now turning rather nasty. I mean, there are just some things a woman or a man really want to see in public, and this was certainly one of them. Two problems then presented themselves. One; this stinky unconscious man was blocking Bobby’s door, and two; who in their right mind would dare want to clean him and the mess he caused up?A ping from the service elevator had Cynthia turn around and sure enough it looked as though help was at hand. A gorgeous mexican house keeper in a tight blue uniform pushed her trolley out of the elevator, and looked set to start cleaning one of the rooms on that floor. Cynthia, adjusted her dress and tried to walk casually down to where the young housekeeper was taking out a large keyring to open one of the apartment doors. Showing the best smile she could manage, Cynthia asked politely;

“A hotel guest seems to have had a tiny accident outside my client’s door. Could you come and clean him out of the way, please?”

Chewing gum, the red lipped cleaner looked up at the busty racing car manager, and she uttered;

Madame, ¿qué estás hablando? Él no es un invitado. ¿Y por qué me huele mierda?

(translation: Madame, what are you talking about? He is not a guest. And why do I smell shit?)

Pursing her lips, Cynthia took out a fifty dollar note and waved it before the cleaning lady, since she was now starting to lose patience.

“This can be yours, IF you clean away that man from the door. He is blocking access to my client.”

Looking at the money being offered, the bribe, the cleaner suddenly had a devious look and she nodded graciously, taking the money and then pocketing it into her red lace bra beneath her blue uniform.

Oh, por supuesto … limpiarlo. Me vuelvo y … hacer lo que pides.

(translation: Oh of course…clean him up. I be right back and…do what you ask)

The cleaner then went right on with opening the room door she was at, and went inside, taking her trolley with her. Little did Cynthia know, the room was occupied, with another guest, that had called for the maid’s extra special services. She even hung a “do not disturb” door tag on the door, and from inside you could hear the chatter of the maid, followed by the laughter of the occupant; a male and then a lot of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Cynthia had been duped. She stamped her foot indignantly, as luck would have it, another door opened and it was none other than Tim Curry, the famous actor. He instantly wrinkled up his nose at the stench that was now coming from the door of Bobby Williamson, and it was at this moment, he recognized the fallen reporter.

“I say….whoever knocked out that bastard. I want to thank. Just a shame whoever did it, knocked the shit out of him.” Tim guffawed, before clapping eyes on the voluptuous Cynthia. He saw her strained facial expression and then pointed at the fallen and smelly reporter. “Did you do that?” He asked, curious to see if he was right. Cynthia’s shoulders drooped in defeat.
“Yes….it was me. Did the old…’bend and snap’ and he shit his pants. Just tried to bribe some cleaning lady, who turned out to be the hotel maid for hire. Now I am stuck with a stinky unconscious reporter and no way in to see Bobby Williamson, who is my client.” She heaved a massive sigh, as Tim held up his finger. “Don’t worry love…I have an idea. This is going to be payback for that little piece he did on me in Soho. S’cuse me.” Tim went to the nearest fire hose cabinet and opened it, unfurling the fire hose and gleefully grinning at Cynthia.

“Stand back, lovey. I’ve seen this done in the Moooovies. Time to wash away the great stain.” With that, he turned on the nosele and a massive jet of water blastered the unconscious Dan Weatherby. Cynthia couldn’t help but join in with Tim in his maniac like laughter as Dan coped a full on jet of water. It was a miracle the pair didn’t drown the poor sod.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside the apartment, the door was coping a blasting from the fire hose outside, and then a foul sludge seemed to seep under the door. Whatever it was, had Bobby move right back. “Cor…what is she doing out there? I heard women her age had water works problems, but this is ridiculous. I’m getting my stash and bong. Come on…let’s blaze up.” Bobby said with chuckle, withdrawing from the lounge and going to his bedroom, bringing out a bag of weed and his bong. If ever there was a day he needed to smoke his cares away today was it.

He took a drag from the bong, and tipped his head back, lying on the big black sofa in his lounge. “Oh…Ohhhhhh yeah. So….so….right, you know this whole…racing thing. Like….I…I am…the bessssssst at Formula one….but, I got busted, man. You know? Sick! I need some…. *he inhales again, holding it in before letting out rings of green smoke. and smirking*…advice..Yeah…advice. How…how….how do you not get bored turning left….again and…again?’

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Happy Birthday Carrendar Role play.

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Four years ago today, marks the anniversary of the birth of Carrendar role play.

 

Welcome to the Carrendar Chronicles, Carrendar’s Role play battle spar group, designed for those who like to share their knowledge in T1 combat, roleplay rules and ettiquite. (OOC group)

Membership: Access Pass holders only
Access: Public
Group Owner: CharlotteCarrendar
Category: Role-Playing
Date Formed: 2009-11-30 12:14:37
Members: 1034

To everyone who has written with and been a part of our stories, combat sessions and training, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I never thought it would continue for this long. Four years is a long time on the imvu client, and while not everyone likes our style of role play, it works for many.

Happy Birthday Carrendar. ❤

 

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When it rains – The Dixie Diaries – Death Club.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: The simple pleasures in life; Dix’s and Demetrios’ daily stories.

November 29, 2013 04:37AM

Role play Group : The Death Club

The Dixie Diaries

When it rains

The number 33 bus pulled up just up the road from the tattoo shop, where Tito was leaning against the door frame, enjoying a cigarette as the night’s trade drew to a close. He had been run off his feet all day, and now he was able to enjoy this simple moment, as he stared out at the rain as it fell heavily onto the street. The bus’s brakes whined and whistled, before the doors opened to reveal the passengers to get off, one of which was a very bedraggled and heavily pregnant Dixie. She was carrying a right load; her art school bag, plus groceries and her hand bag. All looked to be weighing her down. Her black locks were plastered to her head, for she obviously got caught up in the downpour before making it onto the bus. Tito looked totally surprised to see her like this. He was about to call out, but the bus engine roared as it pulled out from the curb, and Dixie vanished down the alley beside the shop, to head to where she did at the garage at the back.

“Hey Dixie…Hey.” Tito sung out, but she mustn’t have been able to hear him, due to the heavy sound the rain made as it continued to pour. Flicking his cigarette out the doorway, he fumbled to get his keys out his pocket and quickly locked the front door to the tattoo shop and then ran around the corner, to see where Dixie ended up. She at this point was struggling with her bags, and trying to unlock the garage door. Splashing through the puddles, that now lined the driveway, Tito finally caught her up, only to give her a fright when he placed his hand on her wet shoulder.

~Gasp~ “Tito…you scared me.”

“Dixie…whatta you doin’ out in this rain? Come let me help you.” Tito took the keys from her hand and then unlocked the garage door, before reaching for some of her grocery bags and helping her inside. The garage really hadn’t changed much in the past few weeks. Still a real guy’s place, the only thing noticeable was the art work that lined the walls near the bed. They were pictures of Dem. Taken from her memories and then drawn from the heart. It was probably the only thing that kept her sane.

Tito took the wet groceries bags to the bench in the small kitchenette, but kept looking back at Dixie, who had set down her art bags and looked forlorn that they had gotten so drenched.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken so long in town….now everything is wet.” Dixie said with a sad tone to her voice. Peeling back the leather satchel, sure enough her art books were damaged. She pulled them out one by one, and you could hear the audible sigh as she slapped them onto the small table. Dixie even held up the now empty bag, and you could see the small trickle of water that was coming from it.

In the small kitchenette, Tito was going through Dixie’s wet ingredients, seeing what was salvageable and most of it was, though she had bought some strange things, like pickles and ice cream. Must be that pregnancy kick where women like to eat certain foods. By looking at what she had already in the small pantry and the latest ingredients, Tito couldn’t see how she was going to get a decent feed from it. This started to concern him, as he glanced over and saw her slender frame, with the baby bulge that stuck out predominantly. Was she even taking care of herself? There was no one there to do it for her, and this had Tito worried. Pursing his lips as he put away the wet shopping bags, he said.

“Dixie…go have a shower, huh? I look after dinner. You …need to eat proper food, like my Mumma makes. Is good for you…good for baby. Go on…you dripping on the floor and catcha cold.” Tito actually sounded like a mother hen, or even a bit like his own mother. A frightening thought, but at least Dixie listened. She was starting to get a chill from being wet for so long.

“Tito…don’t you need to close the shop?”

“Eh…I lock the door, no one can get in. I can turn off da lights when I go home. But you…you need to shower and get warm.” He pointed at her bathroom, and had a stern look on his face, like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Dixie held both hands up in surrender, and padded towards the bathroom, picking up a towel on the rail near the door. Tito had something of a half smile of victory as she closed the door, and you could hear the tell tale signs that she had turned on the shower and was doing as she was told. Tito always had a soft spot for Dixie and truth be told, he watched her every night as she got off that bus from town, where she had her art classes and caught up with her friends from the Death Club.

Thinking on his feet, he pulled out his cellphone and rang the local Italian pizza pasta take out store, and put an order in to have delivered to the garage. Probably not the best food to be giving a pregnant girl, but he thought it was a lot better than pickles and ice cream. Looking over at the table where her wet drawing books were, and her bag, Tito went over and attempted to clean it up. One was hanging up her bag on a wire that was used sometimes for clothes inside, and then the books, well, they were beyond saving. Tito knew she would have to get new ones, which was a shame for all the drawings that were ruined.

Shower

Dixie simply leaned against the tiled wall, letting the hot spray hit her and roll down her body in a torrent. Her belly was swollen with the tiny baby within kicking up a fuss, like it usually did this time of night. Dixie was still incredibly active, or tried to be, to keep herself from worrying about Dem, but she simply couldn’t help it. Her friends kept reassuring her that he would be fine, and come back safe and sound to her. Dixie also knew about these people that had taken Mia, and that they would not give her back without a fight. As much as she wanted her best friend back, the cost of this rescue was putting many people’s lives in danger. To Dixie, it just wasn’t fair.

Night after night she came home to an empty garage, and an empty bed. The only thing she had was Dem’s pillow, that held his scent, and she cradled it every night to her. Closing her eyes and just inhaling the scent, imagining he was there laying beside her. Dixie often cried through the night or sat up and drew his picture as her way of dealing with the loneliness and separation from her soul mate.

Absently, Dixie washed herself and then her hair. Going through the motions, like she was almost a zombie. The only thing that jerked her back to reality was the baby kicking again. Clearly, the baby was hungry, and in fact so was she. Turning off the taps, she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry, rubbing her hair with the towel, and then putting on one of Dem’s large shirts and her briefs. She was nice and clean, warm and dry.

Opening the bathroom door, she could suddenly smell the wonderful aroma of pizza and pasta. There was salad and a garlic bread, as well as juice and a big bottle of water, all set up on the small dining table that Dem and Dixie use. Tito was already seated and tucking a napkin into his collar.

“Tito…what is all this?”

“This….is real good and healthy food. Now come sit and enjoy!” Tito said, waving his hand across the fare and laughing. Maybe it was cause Dixie’s eyes were about to fall out of her head. “I haven’t seen a spread this good of italian food since I was in St Kilda.” You could hear the change in Dixie’s voice as she waddled over and pulled out a chair, holding her pregnant belly. Tito smirked and then pointed a fork towards her belly. “Let me guessa….baby been a kicking and is a hungry?’Dixie was shocked since, he was right. “How did you know that?” This only brought more laughter from Tito. “My Mumma…she tella me I do that to her, and that she thought I would be a great football a player. I was very good kicker in her ribs!”

Tito poured Dixie a glass of water and then held up his glass to hers.

“To the beautiful Dixie and her bambino. May they be a happy and a healthy.”

Dixie took up her glass of water and tapped it to his, as the sweet red candle on the table shone its light on both of them. This was probably the best meal Dixie had had in forever, and something she sorely needed. It was just nice to be taken care again. This was something Dem would have done had he been there.

The very first bite from her Fettuccine Mona Lisa, which was sun dried tomatoes, bacon, pine nuts and spinach all tossed in a tomato sauce, had her practically have a mouth orgasm. She closed her eyes, and you could see the pleasure written all over her face. To see Dixie happy again, only warmed Tito’s heart and he then decided to mention that they had gelato ice cream for afterwards.

“You shouldn’t have.” Dixie said, starting to get emotional at all of this. The food and the company. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but she had to take her napkin to dab her eyes. Tito got up from his chair, and then pulled her to standing, enveloping the young Aussie in a hug, as she couldn’t help but cry happy tears.

But it was as he held her, he kissed the top of her head, and you could see a look on his face….one that she couldn’t see. He wasn’t just doing this because he was her friend. He was doing this…because as he watched her, day after day…he found himself becoming more and more entranced by her. Now here he was holding her in his arms. And he had made her smile and cry.

Tito wanted to do so much more…..

“It be..okay my Dixie….I have you safe now.” He whispered softly.

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The Renaissance Hotel (1) – No Limits.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 23, 2013 08:28AM

Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

Cynthia unlocked the door to Bobby’s apartment, then stormed in to the main foyer, taking her purse and slamming it down on the nearest hall dresser before turning around sharply and glaring at a sheepish looking Bobby, who was shuffling in behind her. The press conference was nothing short of a PR disaster, and Cynthia now knew that she had one hell of a battle to get Bobby’s image up and out of the gutter tabloids. The latest scandal, of the mayor’s daughter, was the icing on the cake of a rotten week.

“Sixteen?! How could you not tell, the girl was a minor?” Cynthia asked with a disgusted face. You could see all her worry lines and crows feet were coming to the fore, and that if he kept up this kind of behavior, that she was going to be needing botox by the end of the week, to stop her from aging so rapidly. Bobby shrugged as he walked past his manager, who clearly was at her wits end.

“It’s not like when you bed a girl you say…Oi, love, you got some ID on you, so I am not committing a federal offense. Kinda kills the mood don’t you think?” That said, Cynthia whacked the back of Bobby’s head, just for good measure. “Well don’t do it again. Hopefully, her father will do the right thing and rush her to the nearest family clinic.” Bobby then brightened, as the wheels in his mind started to turn. “Might not even be mine. You know how girls are these days. All you have to do is blow in their ears and their panties drop off. Could have been the town bike. Ack! Oi…she might have given me a disease.” he said with a stricken expression.

“One can only hope.” Cynthia said, rolling her eyes at his inability to grasp the seriousness, of the situation. Finding focus, she then realized they had more pressing matters. The time trials.

“I need you to get a good night’s sleep, so you will be at the track at six am. So…no more parties, no more hookers. No more. Do you understand?” She said, wiggling her finger at him in a threatening manner. Bobby pulled an innocent face and then made the scouts symbol with his fingers. “Scouts honor. I shall have a little Asian take out and go to bed.”

Thinking he meant it, Cynthia snatched up her purse and headed for the door, as Bobby continued to look innocent. “Good, about time you listened.” With that she left the apartment, while Bobby waited, then rubbed his hands together gleefully.

“Now for some Asian…take out.” He picked up the phone, to call the nearest brothel that specialized in pretty Asian girls.

“Hello? Sun Le’s House of Pleasure? Mhm…Bobby Williams, room 1123 at the Renaissance Hotel. I would like you to send over the South Korean special…no, make that two. Yep. Thank you so much.” Hanging up, Bobby did a little dance, and went off to shower in preparation of his ladies arriving.

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T1Legend

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 24, 2013 01:08AM

Room #1122 Christian McQueen
Quoth the Whore (Nevermore!)

There came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. A swarm of giggles punctuated the knocking, only to be followed by a female’s voice that was more squeek than speech—–a pitch two octaves shy of a dog whistle.

“Missaru Wiryams! Prease escuse, Missaru Wiryams! ” Christian groaned at the unwelcome disturbance and burried his head beneath the pillow he had been sleeping on. He folded it around the back of his head and held it tightly against his ears to no avail. The girl, whoever she was, had a voice that seemed to have been dialed to glass shattering frequency. It easily bypassed the flimsy walls of his pillow.

“MISSARU WIRYAMS! YOU DERE MISSARU WIRYAMS?” The knocking grew louder and more persistent. Soon, it wasn’t knocking at all, but furious closed-fist hammer blows that rattled the walls of his hotel room with their terrible pounding.

” I’M COMING! STOP BEATING ON MY DOOR, FOR FUCK’S SAKE! ” The furious pounding ceased abruptly and the room was overtaken by a silence that was only broken by the occassional hushed chortle. Christian swung one leg out of the bed, then the other. His toes curled into the carpet, depressing into the textile surface. He looked to the door—-it seemed to have somehow gotten further away from the bed in his sleep—and wiped a hand down the coarse stubble of his cheek. The action produced a sound that was not unlike that of sandpaper sliding against wood.

He stood up with a great, heaving sigh. Christian did not remember ordering room service and he /did/ remember flipping the little laminated cutout that fit around his doorknob so that it read Do Not Disturb in bold, intimidating type. “I haven’t the foggiest fucking clue”, he muttered aloud to the flowers on the wallpaper and nothing else in particular.

Christian slid open the mirrored door that granted access to the closet and snatched a complimentary robe from one of the coat hangers. It was white, fuzzier than he would have liked, and branded on the lapel with the Rennasaince Hotel’s insignia. Christian looped the robe’s cloth belt around his waist and tied it around his waist. So armed, he answered the door.

When he opened the door, Christian could only stand at the threshold in a bewildered silence. A throng of scantily clad women were lined along the opposing wall, forming a queue that trailed down the hallway and around the corner. One of the women stepped forward and inclined her head to the floor, so that instead of her eyes he could only see the top of her scalp. She had bright red hair and wore what ammounted to a torquoise string bikini—–they were all wearing the same bikini, as a matter of fact. He thought it might have been some sort of uniform, but he didn’t know of any hotel staff that wore /that/ to work.

“Missaru Wiryams! So happy for to take care you. My name is-a White Lotus. ”

“White Lotus? Er, can I help y—” He had been unable to complete the sentence. Before he could, the throng pressed forward. Each girl bowed as the first had as they went past him, uttering a brief “Hai!” in the process. Across the hall, a silver haired woman opened her room door open wide enough to see what all the commotion was about. The elderly woman wrinkled her nose at Christian and narrowed her eyes into a scowl before abruptly slamming her door shut.

“Hey-uh…ladies. I think you’ve got the wrong idea here. See, the thing is—WOAH. WHAT THE FUCK?” He had been so surprised that he hadn’t noticed before—–that, and he had made it a point not to gawk—–but these ‘women’ had an unsightly bulge in a place that, anatomically speaking, they should not. Some of them had facial hair and fur under the pits of their arms as well—-and these women were Asian, not French. One of the broads even had a stiffy!

White Lotus stepped forward, sporting a hard on that was all too visible beneath the thin fabric of her bikini. ” Mr. Wiryams, I hope you not fraid of Godzirra movies….”, she said, thrusting her pelvis forward.

“Oh-Kaaaay.” Christian stumbled back inside and made a bee-line to the phone, suddenly feeling woefully underdressed in his robe. One of the he/she/its gave his rear a slap as he hurried to the bedstand, and the stereotype of female Asian submissiveness disolved into cat calls.

“Hello?! Yeah, listen buddy, you have got——sure…..I’ll hold. ” Christian offered the transexual prostitutes a polite wave as he held the phone to his ear. They did not seem to notice, as they were all presently engaged in a massive pillow fight. Johnsons and testicles flopped freely as feathers drifted throughout the room.

“Yes, this is Christian McQueen….room 1122. No, I do not want to pay $75 dollars extra for wifi access——THE LINEN IS FINE, THANK YOU. BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM CALLING YOU. THERE ARE TWO DOZEN TRANNY PROSTITUTES IN MY SUITE AND I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW OR WHY THEY GOT HERE! ”

Christian plugs one finger into the ear not pressed against the phone, the better to drown out the caterwauling cackles of his guests. “What do you mean…you know. What sort of misunderstanding? I see. Uh-huh. Right. Oh. You’re going to comp me a day to make up for it? HOW IN THE FUCK DOES THAT SOLVE THE SITU—–NO, I DO NOT WANT BE TRANSFERRED TO ANOTHER DEPARTMENT!”

Christian slams the phone down and throws open his door. Now it is his turn to pound on someone else’s door—-room 1123 to be exact. “EXCUSE ME. I THINK YOUR PACK OF WHORES WAS DELIVERED TO MY ROOM BY MISTAKE.”

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 24, 2013 01:59AM

Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

It had been sometime since Bobby had ordered his Asian take out, and though he was expecting them to be knocking at his door just twenty minutes after he had called the Sun Le’s House of Pleasure, he lay in his bed waiting eagerly, only to see the illuminated digits on his bedside alarm clock go over an hour. Strange, they were usually a little more prompt than this. Picking up his puppy “Tread”, he gave him a bit of a cuddle, feeling a bit deflated he was not going to be getting any Asian pussy, when all of a sudden there was a mad rapping at his front door.

“EXCUSE ME. I THINK YOUR PACK OF WHORES WAS DELIVERED TO MY ROOM BY MISTAKE.”

Odd, that sounded awfully male, coming from outside his door. Dressed in just a pair of tidy whities, Bobby set down his puppy, and then ambled to the front door, rubbing his right eye with a closed fist. On reaching the door, he peered through the peep hole and on the other side he could see a very angry and flustered looking Christian McQueen, who was wearing a hotel toweling robe. What was he going on about; a pack of whores. Bobby had only ordered two of the south Korean specials.

Bobby unlocked his door, only to grin awkwardly at Christian. “You been enjoying some Asian flavour, Bro?” He tried to do a high five and then when he realized he was not going to get one in return, he self high fived and peaked out his door.

“I don’t see no whores? Are they in your room?” Bobby asked inquisitively, before curiosity got the better of him and he snuck down to #1122 and took a gander through the door. What he saw…made him suddenly gag. A group of scantily clad transvestite Asian hookers were dancing about in sapphire blue mankinis with their meat and two vege doing a thigh slapping routine that left him cold. He turned around from seeing the all Asian circus, and his face was like that of a ghost.

“Shit man. That’s not what I ordered. And I don’t think I want any of their deep fried dumplings either.” Bobby cringed and crept up past Christian to escape back into his own apartment. “Gosh, is that the time?. I need my sleep before time trials. Good luck getting rid of those skanks!” He cried, as he tried to slam his door and escape the madness.

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T1Legend

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Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 25, 2013 01:12AM

The Hallway – Christian McQueen

“Gosh, is that the time?. I need my sleep before time trials. Good luck getting rid of those skanks!”

Christian’s foot had wedged itself in Bobby’s door the instant he seemed remotely disinclined to continue the conversation. Bobby slammed the door and in turn the door bludgeoned his foot—-it would swell nicely within the next few minutes, to be sure. This was preferrable to whatever awaited him back in his own suite, however. Christian considered that he would have gladly given the foot up for amputation if it meant escape from that deranged orgy.

He took the opportunity to thrust his hand into the gap between the door and the frame—Bobby struck him as the sort of person who might continue slamming the door even with his foot in it. At that moment, a man dressed much as Christian was walked by. He carried a small container of ice in one hand, gripping it by the rim and swinging it ever so slightly with each step. His robe was pink, however.

And there was more than a skip in his step.

The man in the pink robe was not oblivious to the scene, either. His pace slowed as he had drawn near, and he eventually stopped in front of the door where Christian had literally put his best foot forward. The interloper viewed the pair with an expression of coy amusement. “Oh, my goodness. Lover’s spat? ” The man wagged his brows, and when he did they looked like wriggling caterpillars. Thick, wiry hairs sprouted out of the patch of chest not covered by his robe. He had a handlebar mustache that Tom Selleck would have envied, neatly trimmed to frame his upper lip.

“Listen darling,” the man with the impressive facial hair began. “I’ve been there and done that. If you can’t convince yourparamour to let you back in…..” The man leaned dangerously close, so close that Christian could feel the bristle of Quigley’s chest hairs. He would not be going down under anytime soon either, thank you very much. The prickly sensation made his skin crawl, but with his foot trapped in the door he was ill equipped to escape.

“I’m just down the hall. Room 1118. Stay fabulous, darlings! ” And with that, the Tom Selleck look alike continued on his merry way. Christian shoved at the door with the entirety of his weight rather than explaining it wasn’t what it looked like, hoping Bobby might be surprised enough by the sudden exertion that he could force his way in.

“I didn’t order any hookers. You did. The least you can do is provide me with sanctuary! The hotel must be hosting some kind of gay convention or something! Let me in, Goddamnit!” What the fuck was up with this place? Was RuPaul in town?

CharlotteCarrendar

842

Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 25, 2013 01:59AM

Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

Bobby was living a true nightmare, the only thing that could have made it worse, was if his manager Cynthia decided to come back up to check on him. Course, she wouldn’t do that, would she? Trying all he could to escape the gaggle of asian trannies that were tearing up Christian’s room, he sought to get back into his own apartment as quickly as possible. Little did he realize that Christian wanted to escape as well, going as far to wedge his foot in Bobby’s door to stop him from locking him out.

“Every man for himself!” Bobby squealed, with an unusually high pitch voice. Right on cue, one of Christian and Bobby’s neighbour’s came strolling past. A rather flamboyant gent in a very pink robe. With extra bushy brows, and bush in many other places that were plainly visible, he appeared to think that Christian and Bobby were having some sort of lover’s spat.

“Eh? No, this isn’t what it looks like.” Bobby lamented, still trying to shut his door. Only he saw the way that the Tom Sellek lookalike was leering all over Christian, and he had to admit for a moment, he actually felt sorry for him.

“I’m just down the hall. Room 1118. Stay fabulous, darlings! “ ‘Tom” chirped as he swanned his way back down the hall with fluid strut. Bobby shuddered seeing him finally leave, and was about to close the door on Chrisitan’s hand as well, when he heard that familiar screech.

“HOLD ON!”

~GASP!~ It was Cynthia. Suddenly, Bobby yanked the door open and went to grip Christian’s hand, to yank him into his room. It was one thing to escape the tranny hookers, it was another to escape Cynthia’s wrath. If Christian got pulled in, Bobby would try madly to lock the door, while down the hall, another door opened, and low and behold an aging 70’s pop group sensation came out. It was none other than the Village People.

The trannies heard the deep voices of the 80’s icons and all ran out of Christian’s room, squealing on the tops of their lungs.

“It’s da Viwwage People!!!” Turns out the hotel was having a gay convention, and the aging gay sensation was one of the main acts in the convention room down on the first floor.

Fighting her way through the gaggle of scantily clad girl boys, she barrelled up to Bobby’s door and hammered on it with her fist.

“I’m going to count to three….or so help me!”

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T1Legend

1

Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 25, 2013 02:36AM

Room #1123 – Christian McQueen 

Christian had lowered his shoulder into the door just as Bobby opened the door to pull him inside—–The Marlboro Man charged forward…..and kept right on charging. Fortunately, his progress was brought to a halt by room 1123’s Southerly wall. Christian slammed into it as though performing an upright (and dry) belly flop—-or a chest bump. He bounced off the wall and fell backward, landing on the floor with a resounding thud.

Someone was yelling, a puppy was licking his face, he could hear high-pitched screams in the hall, the lyrics to YMCA

(It’s fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A! It’s fun to staaaay at the Y-M-C-A!)

thundered against the walls, and there was only one rational recourse available to the two gentleman in room #1123.

” BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES! “

Either of Christian’s arms stretched backward behind his head, palms pressing into the ground while his legs lifted off the ground and his hips raised——launching him forward onto his feet, where he immediately shoved his hands against the end of the couch he had tripped over. Legs churning, he shoved the couch toward the door like a battering ram.”BRACE FOR IMPACT! ” It would serve as a decent barricade in the event of a homosexual invasion.

What to do now? He felt like one of the survivors in a zombie apocalypse movie. For now, it seemed as if the perimeter was secured…….

CharlotteCarrendar

842

Re: (RP) The Renaissance Hotel

November 25, 2013 02:56AM

Room #1123 – Bobby “Ace” Williams

“BOBBY WILLIAMS…YOU OPEN THIS DOOR!” Cynthia screeched, her knuckles turning white as she hammered away at the glossy oak door. Bobby looked like a possum that had been caught in the headlights of a Mack truck. He didn’t want to open the door, and he certainly didn’t want to embrace the cavalcade of Asian he she’s, Tom Selleck and an aging gay band.

Out in the hall you could hear squeals and a rough rendition of YMCA. What had happened to the world? Was there a memo that the whole world had turned gay overnight? This was a truly frightening prospect, and not only that, Bobby was standing there in just his Y front white jocks. He really did feel very vulnerable.

He turned his head sharply, to catch sight of Christian, who had landed rather awkwardly after his charge into the room at top speed. Tread, Bobby’s puppy was doing the usual welcoming, save the leg humping, and Bobby knew it was just the two of them against a furious manager and a madhouse hotel. The English ex Formula one racer looked set to burst into tears, as he kept his weight against the door, to try and stop Cynthia.

Fast as lightning, Christian bounded off the floor in an epic flip movement that even had Bobby startled. It was then when he shoved hard against the couch, like some line backer and it was barreling right for the door, Bobby jumped out of the way, and nodded furiously at Christian’s call to “BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

Now joining Christian in leaning hard up against the couch, Bobby suddenly realized who Christian was. “Cor…I know you, eh. You’re Christian McQueen.” He then stuck his hand out to shake. “Rotten way to meet….but I’m Bobby, Bobby Williams. Driver for Satan Records. And for the record…I’m not gay. Not like everyone out there!”

Outside the door, Cynthia was getting really pissed. “I’m going to charge the door!…1..2..3!” She ran at the door and hit it full on, only to fall straight back, since the door was weighted and nearly impossible to ram open from the outside.

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Don’t cry for me, IMVU.

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Comedy, fun, glitches, IMVU, laugh, lyrics, mock up, parody, poetry, satire.

Don’t cry for me, IMVU
The truth is….you never loved me
All through the bad days, the rotten glitches
Where are my products?
You fucking bitches……

And as for the 25k you gave me….and as for the rotten VIP promos…
I never asked for them….though it seems at the time, they were totally mine
But I saw through you…when you said you couldn’t spend them
They were not promised to me…just made my credit balance look big at the time…
I could have spent them….but you took them from me

Don’t cry for me, IMVU
I look silly…as a default avi…
Like in my wild days….of 2007
when my head was bigger than Oprah’s….
Don’t laugh, that’s how you made them….

Have I said too much….are you going to flag this pulse?
I can’t think of what other cursed names to say to you
All that I know…is that every word I typed here…
Is……true…….

Oh so scary?

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Dark Ages (2) – Carrendar Dynasty.

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AmeNoKumari

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 26, 2013 05:50AM

She was taken by surprise by the voice within her head though she did not have had this experience before in her life. Her eyes darted to Relic who had jumped away to observe the magnitude of her speed and the attack of her katana caused the metal of the giant sword and the metal of her demonic slaying katana collide, making a loud clashing noise like thunder rolling in a bad thunderstorm but the voice had made her pause for a moment to process in her mind while she looked at the little one with the giant sword who had blocked her attack but with the speed she had reached caused Coraline and her giant sword to slide back towards Relic but it was only a foot though Gabriel had slid back away from the duo and towards Sarah who stood there in fear of what was happening right before her eyes.

“MiLord, I am facing two Knights of Salvation and they are planning on doing something with a little girl named Sarah Daybreaker. I want to save her but the only way I could do such thing is to defeat these two. My mind is clear and open for you to help me with this event. I am in debt for such help since I have never prayed to you before in my existence,” her words were filled with gratefulness of the generosity that Arren gave to her andshe decided that she would be praying to him much more.

As soon as Gabriel cleared her mind, something stirred within her mind, body, and soul. A power that has been partially awakened though she felt it before when she had fought against strong demons that attacked her temple. And Arren could feel the power of a Sound Volfen stir within this woman. (( [www.youtube.com] )) Gabriel closed her, her hair slowly fanning out though she was not moving but the sound around her seemed to vibrate faster than usual, causing it the be louder and stronger. A white aura started to appear around Gabriel’s feet, slowly making its way up her frame as if its fingers were crawling and digging into her body as more were being created as others disappeared into her flesh and bone. The silken fabric of her robes flapped violently as her power only grew in moments of her standing there. Her hands gripped the hilt of her katana while she moved back into her beginning stance to prepare herself for battle though she does not know the outcome if she takes on both Knights at the same time. Moments had passed and her body was now surrounded by this aura, her eyes slowly opened to reveal bright teal blue eyes that was glowing by the rim of her eye color. Gabriel smirked then looked up at the vial that was throw up into the air that was aimed for her. She took note of the dark crimson liquid, trying to figure out what the blood inside of that vial would do and how much damage it would inflict if it broke before her. Though she made the decision to dash toward the two Knights then change direction to only move around them. The air and sound of her running past them could be her but her movements were to fast for the untrained eyes then turned back around, gripping her sword more to ready an attack that will probably take Coraline and Relic by surprise.

TheGorya

1553

Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 26, 2013 03:01PM

-Shadow notice Charlotte was in fact not believe her eye she was there he was the real man. She stepped away from him in disbelief he could see it in her eyes as he listened-

“You’re dead. I got the letter. You can’t be alive. No…Wait…does that mean, I’m dead? I SHOULD NEVER HAVE DRUNK THE TEA!”

-Shadow shook his head as he said to her in a tone she would remember when they would talk in private.- “I am dead Charlotte. You however are only visiting me, I have been watching you since I passed.” -he stepped towards her again getting only a step away within arms length from her as he moved his hand forward towards her face. Shadow’s hand would attempt to touch her cheek to caress it as he did before when she was sad. He tell her heart might be filled with sadness of his death. He closed his eyes as he said.- “Charlotte I am sorry I could not have been there when you needed me. I took necessary steps that were needed, I thought I would have time to say goodbye before it happened. Instead I only sped up my death. I have only one regret for the things I have done. That is that I was not able to able to see you and my daughter one last time.” -he looked into her eyes as smile only to show his emotions to someone who knew him better than most. He saw that she was in fact wearing his pendant he left for her as he placed his finger on it the pendant.- “You have faced greater loss than anyone I have ever known Charlotte. Even so I know you have limited time here with me. I will answer any questions you have within the two hours. I wish we would have had more time.” -Shadow was happy to see her but in the end he was dead. He had a rest that most men would have wanted over five hundred billion years ago. He was old yet he was happy to see his best friend.-

-mean while Arren listened to the woman praying to him as he heard the words he would never thought to hear.-

“MiLord, I am facing two Knights of Salvation and they are planning on doing something with a little girl named Sarah Daybreaker. I want to save her but the only way I could do such thing is to defeat these two. My mind is clear and open for you to help me with this event. I am in debt for such help since I have never prayed to you before in my existence,”

-Arren’s eyes shot open as he thought. “Sarah Daybreaker this is something that I can’t ignore” -his spirit would lift from his body becoming one with Gabriel as he spoke.- “You must keep her alive at all cost…” -when he became one with Gabriel his spirit would detect something as this girl was of his creation she was a Volfen of the Sound Clan as he said.- “You must listen to me. You are a Volfen of the Sound clan, you are of my creation you need to focus. I will guide however you will need to use sound through your sword. You are one of the last of your kind.” -he started to gather sound through her being assisting her to use sound.-

-Coraline was some how throw in Relic’s direction the small little girl would land on her feet just nicely as she looked to Relic as she questioned.- “Well what should we do?” -she did notice this would be hand full for both of them. This woman’s speed was incredible something that they normally don’t see everyday. Relic chuckled as he said.- “Go on Coraline have some fun with her. She seems a little on the slower side for me.” -Coraline gave a insane giggle only to reach into her dress pocket digging for something as she pulled out a small pill. She placed the pill between lips pulling it into her mouth with her tongue you could hear her bit down on the pill as it cracked. Nothing had seemed to change about her eating the pill as she giggled even more. Coraline spoke to the woman as she said to her.- “Well if you want to go fast I don’t mind. It always makes it fun to move faster.” -she gave a devilish smile as she moved forward at a blazing accelerated speed that even would seem to match Gabriel’s own. Coraline cocked back her blade as she swung it widely attempting to come across to the Priestesses right side in an attempt to cut her in half.-

CharlotteCarrendar

842

Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 26, 2013 04:22PM

“I am dead Charlotte. You however are only visiting me, I have been watching you since I passed.”

Charlotte’s face crumpled with the overwhelming sadness and realization that Shadow was dead, and that Arren had sent her to the after life to see him one last time. Few ever get the chance to see someone that they treasured so in the time after their death. This was a moment in time that Charlotte would treasure for ever, that is if she could ever get over the shock.

When Shadow attempted to reach out and touch her cheek, caress it like he used to do when she was younger, the bebilith felt the rising tide of tears, a ball coming up her throat, as she felt the sting in her eyes, the sharp pain in her nostrils. One thing that Charlotte had never been able to get over, was losing the ones she loved so early in her life. If she could have taken their place she would have.

Had Shadow truly been watching over her this entire time? Was it his voice that she heard in her dreams, was he the one that urged her to carry on during her darkest hours? The more she thought of it, the more she realized it was true. The anger in the Bebilith evaporated, lost to a wave of sorrow and regret for all the years they had been apart.

“Charlotte I am sorry I could not have been there when you needed me. I took necessary steps that were needed, I thought I would have time to say goodbye before it happened. Instead I only sped up my death. I have only one regret for the things I have done. That is that I was not able to able to see you and my daughter one last time.” ‘

A single tear ran down her face, as she took all this in. “I needed you, Shadow. More than I even realized. Look what I have become.” The Bebilith felt the self hate welling and she sniffed brushing away the tear. The mention of his daughter had her bring up the back of her hand to her mouth, to stop a cry from escaping, knowing his daughter was with her own children now. She deserved to have her father at her side. Why was Charlotte given this chance at a last goodbye and not her? A cruel twist in fate?

Her eyes darted about, waiting for Arren to appear and drag her back. So he was the God that could control the world of life and after, and she turned around and screamed at Arren “You torture me through Heaven! He has a child. HE shouldn’t have died!” Swinging back to Shadow, her grief was considerable, as her brain was pounding, like she was experiencing a migrane.

“You have faced greater loss than anyone I have ever known Charlotte. Even so I know you have limited time here with me. I will answer any questions you have within the two hours. I wish we would have had more time.” Two hours wasn’t enough, she had so many questions. Raising her head slowly, as the madness edged away, she did ask a question, a very important one.

“Does your daughter have any idea how much you loved her? She is with my children right this minute, and there is someone after her, and I don’t know who.”

She reached to touch him, even though he was not real;

“Help me, help her please?”

xXxWatcherxXx

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 26, 2013 06:20PM

-Jalal was tired from his exertions but understood what Imay meant. He probably would have felt similiarly if he was working from the other side of the coin. They each came from different understandings. His people were taught to enhance their bodies. Mentally they were far advanced and as such were noticed by dragons in ancient times but their bodies could not fight against those who would try to enslave them. They became easy meat So they were taught to make themselves less noticed to draw clean energy as the energy they would drw before contact with them was without care or concern. They learned to be efficent and careful. They learned the secrets of the magical tattoos, the pyramids had already vastly extended their life as had the understanding of ley line energy. The dragons expanded on that. They taught them to become even more connected to everything, to use the enrgy within the lines and portals to actually power themselves. They made themselves in many ways living weapons, yet they were still limited by their own race. imay was of the blood fo dragons his power was inherent, as such his attitudes were much like those who were dragon they would not fear inherent energies especially in a home plane. Jalal had learned to fear and respect all energies. their own world was destroyed because of their own pride

Atlanteans thought themselves stronger then that, in the end the pride had gone before the fall. Hence why they became as they were. They valued life above all and always sought to destroy the evil wherever he found it. It was the one way in which he could redeem his race.

However this gift Imay had given him was rare. To make a clean draconic pyramid might allow him to call a new dragon. One who might bestow a boon that would allow them again to fight against the spulgorth and reclaim Atantis.-

ImayarukOdinGorya

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 10:56AM

– Looking up from the crystal noticing Jalal had missed the guesture he motioned a chichiwaga over and asked “Well you see how Conan is doing for me please?” before he turned back to face Jalal. Imay sighed to himself as Jalal was hard to read for him, so Imay thought if he is so attached to the dragon race why not pick Jalal’s mind a bit. “So Jalal tell me aside from me have you ever heard of the Goryas before, maybe my father Kilik or my brother Shadow, The Gorya as many know him?” Imay asked with a not of innocent curiosity though not much about Imay could really be called innocent anymore. After a moment he then asked, already guessing the answer to that question, “Or would you rather meet a dragon for yourself?” Imay had waited paitently for what Jalal would do with such an opportunity, after he saw just how excited the dragon materials made him.

AmeNoKumari

1

Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 12:32PM

“It will be my honour to protect her with all of my strength and will, MiLord,” she thought as a soft shiver ran up her spine once she felt Arren’s spirit become one with her as she closed her eyes then opened them back up. Her eyes went wide as she heard these words echo in her mind,

“You must listen to me. You are a Volfen of the Sound clan, you are of my creation you need to focus. I will guide however you will need to use sound through your sword. You are one of the last of your kind.”

“What is a Volfen? How am I your creation? Why am I one of the last of my kind? I have so many questions that concern to myself and where I came from but that will come later, I suppose. And I will do my best to listen to your guidence, MiLord,” she thought then turned her gaze to the duo, her eyes seemed to pierce their souls through both of their eyes.

As soon as Arren began to gather sound within her being, she gripped her sword tighter for she was unaware how much potential she has and has not discovered. Gabriel tilted her head as she used her hearing to listen to the short conversation between Coraline and Relic and she did not like how Relic said she was slow. It enraged her but she kept her calm stature like she was taught as a child prodigy and kept her chi in balance. She drew a breath into her lungs, savoring the scent of the air though it had a musty scent and exhaled silently. She moved her gaze over to the little girl who gave an insane giggle which was at a frequency that was a bit high for her. Her eyes followed Coraline’s hand, watching her rumage around in her pocket for something though Gabriel did not know what it was. She watched her place a pill of some sort between her lips and witness her grab it with her tongue. ~Crunch~ Gabriel heard Coraline bite down on the pill, listening to her chew on the now broken pill. She stepped back a foot or two to only swing her sword in a downward diagnol direction as a visible soundwave was rapidly shot from her Wakizashi since the wave was aiming for Coraline.

TheGorya

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 03:25PM

-Shadow watched the single tear run down Charlotte’s face with the look of sadness her in eyes. She had not changed from his perspective, she said to him in words that he has tocuhed his heart just as she did all those years ago.-

“I needed you, Shadow. More than I even realized. Look what I have become.”

-Shadow took his hand from her cheek as it grasped her shoulder firmly only to have him smile as he said.- “You Charlotte have turned into a fine woman and mother. However remember the words I told you the last time we spoke.” -he took his hand from her shoulder as he smiled only to place his finger on her chest directly over her heart. His eyes would gaze into her eyes deeply as if he was seeing straight through her.- “I will never leave you. I will always been in your heart when you need me in your darkest hours of life. Whether I am dead or living.”

-He was speaking nothing but the truth as he could feel his finger slightly touching the pendant he left for her in his will. He could only smile at her next words for a the brief moment as he heard them loud and clear from her.-

“Does your daughter have any idea how much you loved her? She is with my children right this minute, and there is someone after her, and I don’t know who.”

-Shadow’s facial expression went from the large smile he had to serious at the question to him as he sighed. He knew who she talked about and knew it was time to give Charlotte the full truth of who Anya and Sarah really were. They were much like his children but so much more they were apart of him. He too a deep breath as he looked into Charlotte’s eyes as he spoke.- “You speak of Anya I do love her with all my heart, She knows this better than anyone. However She is not entirely my child, She was not born through a woman. I created her and her sister from the essence of my own being. Long ago when I was but a boy, I was told that my heart was a gate way to the layers of Limbo where all evil is expelled.” -Shadow’s eyes did not waver from her as he was keeping his serious expression as his hand left Charlotte’s body while he continued.- “After being told such a thing, in case anything would ever happen to me, I created two keys that could keep that gateway from being used. Those keys were my weapons that were created from my very being, Anya and Sarah are in my eyes my daughters by they are not my blood daughter’s. Emiko is the daughter I spoke about Charlotte. However the person you speak about that is after Anya. Is the one who killed me.” -he knew this would a lot to take in yet he knew this was needing to be said to her. He heard words from Charlotte’s lips that one would make him think of what he had doen for her and family.-

“Help me, help her please?”

-He felt her hand touch his face as he closed his eyes as he looked at the pendant she wore as he smiled yet again as he placed his hand on her chest as he got closer to her feling her heart beat.- “Charlotte, I have helped you. I fore saw things that would happen and things that could happen. I saw my fate as I saw what would have happened if I stayed to fight this person. I could not bear to see my friends, my family, and your future be destroyed. I gave parts of my very soul to push the hand of a God. So that you and my Legacy may live on. I gave away selflessly to provide a hope for everyone. Charlotte I lived a long life it’s time that you live yours out just as I did but on a different path. I knew that if I did what I did to help prepare you and everyone for the fight ahead that it would mean my own death. I accepted this with honor as a Goryan.” -Shadow smiled as he felt the beat of her heart as he could only chuckled as he closed his eyes.- “You have the Heart and will of my family.” -he slowly leaned his head forward as he attempted to peck her on the cheek as he would bring himself back as he waited for anymore questions he could bring forth to her.-

-Arren heard the young female Volfen’s strong words and even her questions as he could only get frustrated as he listened.-

“It will be my honour to protect her with all of my strength and will, MiLord,”

“What is a Volfen? How am I your creation? Why am I one of the last of my kind? I have so many questions that concern to myself and where I came from but that will come later, I suppose. And I will do my best to listen to your guidance, MiLord,”

-Arren could tell she had many questions about her own race as he growled for where she could hear it within her mind. As he said.- “In due time young Wolf. Now you must be careful you are facing someone using enhancement pills. IT seems she uses them to allow her body to rapidly grow in the muscle and speed part of her being. Use sound to it’s full capability now become with nature become one with your strikes.”

-Coraline smiled and giggled insanely as Gabriel swung in diagonal strike as She blocked with her giant sword only to try and disable to the magic she was using as she held her ground giggling looking into the priestess’s eyes as she spoke in such a polite tone.- “You know my sword disables magic. Your sound magic wont touch me.” -she attempted to use her now gained strength and push her giant blade on top of her giggling in all respects only to try and keep her from moving any further. That sound wave that was directed towards Coraline was immediately disrupted by the big blade in hopes that she could not use sound. This was hopefully possible that the sound wave did not touch her. –

-Arren smirked as he chuckled only to tell Gabriel in her mind.- “Let loose the sound barrage”

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 03:56PM

~You’re the only one, that really knew me at all~

Charlotte coughed up a laugh, when Shadow said what a woman and mother she had become, turning her head away so he couldn’t see her cry. She opened her mouth and held her head back, as she tried to compose herself, cause this was really too much to believe, till he placed his hands on her shoulders, and she felt the force of his touch….so real. Her head snapped back around, but her chest was rising and falling fast, and her hands were now lowered and balled into fists. Nails digging into her palms so she could feel…..make this real.

Saying that he was in her heart, and watched over her and the children. It was not what she expected, not at all. Those lonely nights in the caverns in the tunnels of Emerald Mountains, laying against the wall and wondering if they would ever get out of it alive, or even finish what they had started. He was there. The pendent around her neck, was partly a link between the two worlds, from Shadow to Charlotte. Only now did she realize its significance.

Charlotte reached up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand, not ladylike, but she was a mess, emotionally. Thoughts turned to his children, or at least what she thought were his children. Turns out…she was wrong.

“You speak of Anya I do love her with all my heart, She knows this better than anyone. However She is not entirely my child, She was not born through a woman. I created her and her sister from the essence of my own being. Long ago when I was but a boy, I was told that my heart was a gate way to the layers of Limbo where all evil is expelled.” 

The spider demoness fell back. Wait, she always thought Anya was his flesh and blood, but hearing this had her recoil in shock. “She is with my children, and has that key you speak of…its what the bad people are after.” Charlotte’s face turned to one of shock and then she looked back up at Shadow and said. “My children are in real danger if that key is what you say it is. And if this man had the power to kill you, how on earth are my babies going to stand up to someone like that?” Her green eyes widened in shock, as her maternal instinct kicked in. Shadow was still talking, but it was like she couldn’t hear him as she tried to get a telekinetic link with her children, whispering in her mind in rhefugi, trying to hear something back, as she walked in a small circle with her fists up to her temple. But it was no use. From the afterlife, her children could never hear her. Slowly she dropped her hands to her sides, and looked back Shadow, her face darkening.

Shadow placed his hand on her heart, which was now beating rapidly. He spoke of his sacrifice to push forward the legacy for both himself, and his, as well as Charlotte. Though she was having trouble understanding any of this.

“You have the Heart and will of my family.” He said, pecking her cheek. Being so affectionate and accepting of his fate long before this time. She felt his heart, his love and this was cherished. But she was sent back for a reason, besides this heart warming reunion.. Only with his answers, could she hope to change what is destined to occur.

“But how do I find my own path…when I must fight to protect my children from this man, and not just mine…Anya and her sister?” She looked away a moment, then back up at Shadow. “Or…was this planned all along?”

xXxWatcherxXx

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 04:50PM

-Jalal had already put the pyramid away as he knew he would need the sacred object upon this journey. He had been guided by something divine in its making. He was in awe of this place and its people. A place of dragon lore.

Imay asked..
” So Jalal tell me aside from me have you ever heard of the Goryas before, maybe my father Kilik or my brother Shadow, The Gorya as many know him? ” 

Jalal replied ” The Dragons I knew were named Siksta Svant Ith and Thurkear Welun Jaxo. I had never met them though as a child my father spoke to them and I did see them from a distance. They were revered. It was they who warned my father of the doom and allowed us to close the rift and spare the rest of the world. Though Atlantis itself was lost and my father perished in the fight along with many other brave warriors they completed the final design which closed the great rift. It opened nearly three continents wide as a result of the power we had been able to draw. The power we learned to control was vast with technique and design, the dragons always called us the little scientists. Then later the proud warriors when they made us what the darkness feared. Though I have never heard of the Goryan’s I was quite young. 

Imay: “Or would you rather meet a dragon for yourself?” 
When Imay asked boldly if he would like to meet a dragon for himself he was shocked by the question but also honored..-

” If there will would be to meet me I would like to meet one at that Imay, it would be an honor to meet any dragon’s of this land. “

ImayarukOdinGorya

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Re: (RP Fourm) Dark Ages

October 27, 2013 05:13PM

– Imay couldn’t help but feel a little surpised that Jalal hadn’t heard of his family, then again most who met Imay didn’t know him as anything more then “traveler”. A smile quickly grew on Imay’s face hearing the names of the two dragons, “Well I’m glad to hear little sun and moon had done well for themselves. Last time i heard those names for a dragon they would have been nothing but hatchlings, though i never got to meet them myself.” Imay said with a somewhat nostalgic smile, “I can’t promise a dragon of this land since we are in between of sorts, nor can i promise for the land Lorewall resides on. I can however make sure you get to meet the one that provided for your pyramid”. Imay motioned down to the crystal as he said, “Though i can give you a glimps of her for now.”