Intergalactic Space Port – Beyond Jupiter : TRC.

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adventure, Aranel, Avalon Space Port, Cadeus Centiro, characters, Commander, drama, fantasy, intergalactic, Lietuenant Lordes Reece, Lieutenant Nyra, music, port, Rogue bar, roleplay, Sci fi, series, ships, Siridus, Siridus Ja, space, space port, writing

 

The landing zones for starships across the galaxy. Where ship and crews go to rest, relax and repair.
On every inhabitable planet with a fully populated city, across the entire galaxy.

CharlotteCarrendar

Avalon Space Port.

Avalon Space Port.  One of the galaxies busiest ports with over 1000 ships arriving at any given day.  Massive space liners and the vast Imperial bulk crusiers were known to be either built or have their main base there.  One such ship that was docked on Raft 783 – 4 was the Asarai Class 4 battle cruiser “Orega IV”.  A ship of such magnitude that it was said to be crewed by no less than five hundred personnel.  Its Commander, was none other than Siridus Ja’Crysatal, a decorated fleet Admiral with over eighteen years service on board the Imperial ships.  Having been granted the rights to take the helm of the latest Asarai to be constructed on Avalon, he and his crew were having some much needed down time, before heading off on their next mission.

Strolling along the observation viewing deck that ran along side the Orega IV, Siridus had his hands behind his back -tapping them silently as he observed the sleek lines of his newest ship.  His second in command, Lietuenant Lordes Reece walked along beside his Commander, and noted the Admiral’s interest in the ship.

“They say they got this one completed in just over a year, Sir.”

It was hard to believe, but with the amount of technicians and machines that the Imperium employed it was little wonder.  Siridus came to a stop and turned to place his hands on the guard rail, his sea blue eyes taking in much of the ship’s sleek design.

“It’s amazing what mankind is capable of, Lordes.  Such wonders that I marvel at the craftsmanship and dedication of the Masters.”

“Indeed.”  Lordes added, his chest swelling with pride since it was going to be their job to take it on it’s maiden voyage.  He glanced at his Commander and then asked.  “Shall we go to the Rogue’s bar for a drink, before the ceremony, Sir?”  It was customary to always have the main deck crew gather for a celebration drink before launch.  Siridus offered a half smile, knowing this was the done thing.  “Give me another hour, and I shall meet you there.”  Lordes stepped back and saluted his Commander, before hot footing it to his temporary quarters to alert the other officers.

Left on his own, to take in his ship one last time, he thought to himself.  “The stars shall pale in significance to you when launch comes tommorow.  Till then…”  He released his hands from the rails, and headed down to the nearest lift that would take him to the transport docks, and from there to Rogues’ bar.

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LethalSin

Avalon Space Port

Raft # 4256

The Crusader had been docked there for over a month for repairs and refits since the last engagement with a band space pirates had heavily damaged the Quesar class 5 heavy strike cruiser. The captain of this vessel was none other then Cadeus Centiro or better known as the prowler among the imperial fleet admirals. Cadeus was sitting in the command throne of the vessel going over the reports before an officer walked up to him and spoke calmly. “Milord The refits and repairs are done…” Cadeus would smile slightly before looking up from his reports and speaking with a gravelly voice. “Good send a message to all crew dirt side to have them report back immediately. We leave in four hours.” The officer would nod before scuttling away to dispense the crew recall message to the crew of six hundred and fifty. Slowly with the sound of whirring gears the captain would stand to his full eight foot two inch tall stature before barking out to the servitors. “Prepare to disconnect from the raft when I give the word..” The servitor’s did not answer but silently complied with the order as they where lobotomized criminals sentenced to serve upon the vessels of the Imperium. Cadeus Centiro would then look around with steely grey eyes before walking off the bridge of the vessel and heading to his quarters. As he walked from the bridge his footfalls made dull thumps thanks to his ceramite battle plate that was standard issue for his kind. What was Cadeus Centiro? he was once a normal human being but now he was a genetically enhanced and altered human or better known among the populace of the Imperium an angel of death. He had served the Imperium faithfully for over 300 years to date seeing much combat and space warfare.

~four hours later~

With the crew aboard The Crusader would disengage from the raft before powering away slowly with her plasma drives burning bright. It wasn’t long before the monolithic ship reached it’s departure point and its warp drives powered up. Once the warp drive’s began to power up the gellar field crackled into existence and wreathed the ship in a protective bubble so that the warp travel would not damage the ship. Then in a blink of an eye The crusader jetted forward and was gone into the warp as it travelled to its next destination where ever it may be.

CharlotteCarrendar

Rogue’s Bar – Avalon Space Port.

CharlotteCarrendar.

Rogue’s Bar.

One of the last rites of any Imperial crew was to go and have a drink at Rogue’s bar if they were docked at Avalon.  A popular drinking hole for all walks of space traveller or officer, it was a true mix of what the galaxy had to offer.  From bounty hunters and traders, officers and some of Avalon’s cyber bots; it was where you went to gamble, drink….or just plain forget.  The docks shuttle bus cruised on up to the main entrance stairwell, that was illuminated with a purplish fluro lighting.  Holographic scenes from the major Junko corporation flashed wild insignias and asian girls in all too tight uniforms plugged the latest fad drink or new music video.  Everything on Avalon had a price tag.  Only thing was, could you afford it.

Siridus stepped off the hovering shuttle and onto the crowded sidewalk.  Patrons to Rogue’s were spilling out onto the upper floor balconys.  No doubt he would find his flight crew here.  Pulling smartly on the edges of his jacket, he strode up the stairs, passed the watchful eyes of the Geisha good girls.  Dressed in doll like dresses and with painted faces and over done make up.  So extreme.  Couldn’t girls just look their age?  That is what Siridus always wondered.  Half of them were probably underage.  Seeing a man in such a high ranking uniform, many stepped back to allow him passage into the main doors of the bar.

“Commander!”  From within the crowd, a single arm was upstretched and waving at Siridus to try and gain his attention.  It was none other than his navigation officer Preta Dominqure’.  She was dressed in her full military suit, complete with bars on her sleeves.  Her platinum blonde hair cropped into a fashionable, yet neat style, that came down just to rest on her shoulders.  “Thought you weren’t going to make it, Sir.”  Pushing past a few lower officers, she came up alongside the Commander as he took a seat at the bar.  She checked her wrist comm for the time and then smiled.  “Checking on your new favourite lady?”  That was how they regarded the ships, as it was something of an inside joke with how the Commander had gone over every stage of her construction.  Siridus lifted a finger to the bar keep, who was quick to pour him a scotch and dry, setting it down on a small metal disk in front of him.  The Commander took up the glass and tipped it slightly; the ice cubes clinking against the side of the glass in a swirl of the amber coloured fluid.  “Aye…and she is in perfect shape, Preta.”  The Commander was on a first name basis with his navigation officer, since they had done four tours before on their older ship; the Nakora V.  That ship had been decommissioned, and was doing bulk haulage to the outer system.  Nothing in the Imperials control was ever wasted.

Preta smiled to see the Commander in such good spirits.  She knew what this new command meant to him.  Glancing around at the other patrons, she could see that their crew was having the time of their lives.  Dancing and hitting on the Geisha girls.  ~You’re only young once.~  She thought to herself, taking a sip of her lime coloured cocktail.  It was no secret that she had an eye for the Commander, but he seemed to be always distracted.  Once he got on the helm of his latest ship, he was strictly business.  That was how he liked it.  All for the Imperium.

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CharlotteCarrendar

Imperial Shuttle Bay #64 – Avalon Space Port.

Imperial Shuttle XER-781

“Estimated arrival to dock at Avalon is in fifteen minutes, Lieutenant.”  The navigational officer reported, as the Imperial shuttle was now entering the planet’s atmosphere.  Watching from her command chair, the Lieutenant surveyed the holographic images that appeared on screens to the right of her chair. It had been a long journey from the Iscara system and with the Ambassador wanting updates every hour, the Lieutenant was more than relieved to be at the end of the flight.  Rising from her chair she instructed the crew.  “Ensure the shuttle bay are ready to receive.  After the Ambassador and her cargo are delivered safe and sound, you are all entitled to four days of RnR.”  This announcement brought about a cheer from the crew, who were all looking forward to the spoils and delights that Avalon had to offer.  The Lieutenant gave a half smile, before heading to the Ambassador’s quarters.  As she passed through the sensored doors, they parted with a light hush as the pressure changed, and allowed Lieutenant Nyra to head down the corridor.  This was her tenth trip to Avalon, which usually were diplomatic runs.  This one however was different.  Little did her crew know the importance behind this mission.  Wearing the regal mauve suit that defined her rank, she cut a svelte figure; her hair was cropped short to the nape of her neck.  Ebony tresses always brushed to perfection, that gave off a strange hue as she passed underneath the artificial lighting of the ship.

Approaching the Ambassador’s door, Nyra came up to the assigned guards that were stationed just outside.  The Ambassador was guarded around the clock, for reasons that would become clear.  Stepping before the pair, the Lieutenant snapped her heels together and stood arms at her sides.  “I have come to inform the Ambassador that we are about…”  Just as she was making her presence known, a voice was heard from inside.  “No need for the formalities, Nyra.  Come in.”  The two guards stood aside as the doors opened.  The Lieutenant pulled smartly upon her jacket and made her way into the Ambassador’s quarters.  Once the door closed behind her, the Lieutenant grinned.

Standing at the viewing port dressed in what was a black tight fitting suit baring the crest of her family on her collar was the Ambassador.  She had her hands behind her with her fingers interlocked while she observed the beauty of Avalon as they continued their descent.

“It is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, Nyra.”

“Indeed it is, your Highness.”

Smirking as the Ambassador heard Nyra use a royal term, the diminutive woman turned slightly.  Her teal coloured hair falling like a veil from her shoulders as she encountered her dearest friend.  “I thought we agreed that you would not use that phrase, Nyra.  People could get suspicious.”  A chime of laughter was heard as Nyra glanced downward, but still kept a smile upon her face.  The Lieutenant couldn’t help herself now that they were speaking so casually.  “Forgive me, but is it not my duty to show respect or risk being sent to the mining stations of Quara?”  Again the Imperial Princess laughed.  “Somehow I can’t imagine you mining for Zorox, Nyra.”  The Lieutenant raised her head and now watched as Aranel approached her dear friend.  With a delicate hand she reached out to touch the Lietenant’s cheek.  Her jade coloured irises locking on those of the Lieutenant.  “I shall never forget what you have done for me.  I am sure when they realize I am gone, that there will be some sort of inquiry, however a girl’s got to do, what a girl’s got to do.” Aranel lowered her hand as the Lieutenant blushed slightly.  Nyra couldn’t help but voice her concern.  “And your Father?”  At the mention of her Father, Aranel shrugged her shoulders.  “He has more to worry about than me, I assure you.  I heard his latest concubine had run off with some..”  Aranel twirled her right hand in a non chalant fashion, before continuing.  “..dark Lord of Trata….or something.”  The Lieutenant rolled her eyes and then sighed.  Her wrist comm chimed, and Nyra ran her finger over the device.  “Docking in two minutes, Lieutenant.”  It was the bridge.  “Right, I’ll be there.”  She signed off, and turned her attentions back to Aranel.  “I have assigned a crew to help you get your possessions on board the Orega IV once we have landed safely.”  At this, the Lieutenant took her leave and returned to the front of the ship, leaving Aranel to her thoughts.  Her dreams of being part of the crew of the Orega were about to come true.  Question was, were the crew ready for Aranel?

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Medical Bay – A Fallen Mansion.

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A Fallen Mansion, characters, creative writing., Douglas, drama, House., Larry Hauser, Medical bay, Purple Gorilla, Quinn, role play., story, The Giant

 

 

The Medical Bay in the Fallen Mansion is just as creepy as the rest of the House.  It’s resident Doctor on Call is Doctor Larry Hauser – one mean son of a bitch.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 22, 2014 06:59PM

Medical Bay

The double swinging doors flew open as a disgruntled and shabby looking man in a white lab coat trundled into the Medical bay holding an arm full of folders and walking with the aid of a cane. The cane came in handy when he wanted to knock on a door, or use it to flip someone up if they happen to be in his way.

Doctor Larry Hauser was now on his rostered shift.

Grumbling he ambled over to the nurses station, which of course was not manned. Not like the nurses in this hell hole of a Mansion had any sense of responsibility. Probably all hiding in the staff lounge and catching up on the gossip from the lewd goings on on the third floor. Seriously, the mansion was a hot bed of sex and debauchery. No doubt there would be a flood of patients at any moment with requests for treatment for STD’s and erectile dysfunction.

Slamming down the pile of files on the desk of the unmanned nurses station, the Good Doctor with the bad bedside manner continued on his way into his office and then slammed the door shut behind him.

His office was his sanctuary away from the cretins that the mansion. Here, he could sit and ponder the very reason of why he found himself to be in this mansion. Every waking moment he asked himself the same thing.

What on God’s earth did he do to deserve this….incarceration in a mad house of creatures and beings that in his previous world simply didn’t exist.

Sliding open his desk drawer, he took out a bottle of pills he had prescribed to himself and flipped open the cap. Shaking out two white pills, he threw his head back and tossed the pills into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he waited for them to take affect.

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Guest_SuperiorIgnorance

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Re: Medical Bay

August 22, 2014 08:36PM

Mason smiled as it was a sense of humor watching the giant roar. As the giant sped off Mason caught up carrying his bag under his shoulder as he moved at blinding speeds. Jumping clear over broken tree bark, flashily sliding over impending boulders in the way, spinning out of the way of trees making it fun he was not sure but seemed to be racing to finish. Thinking while they both ran his face when blank remembering but still not grasping his frog analogy. Shaking off the random thought he sped along as they finally made their way to the medical bay. It seemed as if it was a foot race as they were on par with each others speed racing up the steps and bursting into the room fell back allowing Douglas to enter first with Quinn he called out to anyone within ears reach of listening “We need medical attention! If you hear me get a doctor!” Letting his emotions get the best of him he didn’t care as it all to help save this woman’s life.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 22, 2014 09:01PM

The Medical Bay

The Giant kicked open the double swing doors with his right foot, causing a din throughout the hush of the Medical bay. If any patients were sleeping, they were in for a rude awakening. In behind him, Mason was bringing up the rear, shouting out for anyone who was listening that they had a patient that needed medical attention.

Within his office, Doctor Hauser was leaning back in his leather office chair, tossing a ball when he heard the crash of the doors followed by the whine of another voice begging for treatment. The Doctor waited to hear the sound of soft soled shoes. The nurses…right? Sure they would be on hand. As he continued to listen it was clear that there was no back up staff and Larry groaned as he pushed himself up and out of his chair, tossing his ball behind him. Grabbing his cane with his right hand, he limped towards the door and then pushed it open, before poking his head out.

“This is a medical bay, not a rave.” He pulled a face before seeing the towering form of Douglas holding the unconscious girl.“Fall off your beanstalk, buddy?” The Doctor emerged from his office and then gestured with his cane to one of the wards for Quinn to be taken into.

“Let’s get her on a bed so I can assess her injuries.” The Doctor went to wash his hands, while Douglas ducked under the door frame and took Quinn into the room. A bed was ready for her and he lay the girl down gently on the crisp white sheets.

Doctor Hauser then approached the girl, and took out a small pen torch, before opening one of her eye lids and flashing the light in to see if there was movement of her pupil or change to her iris size. Flicking the light on and off, he hummed to himself, before looking back at the pair.

“One of you want to give me a heads up to what I am looking at here? She catch sight of you rubbing one out in the gardens?”

The Doctor was not one for a good bed side manner.

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Guest_SuperiorIgnorance

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August 22, 2014 09:16PM

Mason caught glimpse of the doctor who seemed to not be in the best mood. But who could blame him? Being in a medical bay all the time can force you to have quite the irritable attitude. Acknowledging that he disregarded his remark about his voice in such a place. As he followed them to a quick room it seemed as if she was in good hands strangely as the doctor didn’t seem to give a rats ass. Looking as the doctor examined her and was rude once again he looked up at Douglas saying “He’d have a better clear description. He seemed to know what to do as it happened.” Leading Douglas into the conversation giving him the spotlight to explain to the doctor and himself just what exactly just happened.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 22, 2014 09:47PM

The Medical Bay

The Doctor glanced at Mason, who didn’t have much of a clue as to what had happened to Quinn. The Giant held well back, already looking a bit seedy from the strange hospital smell. Truth was, Douglas was not one for modern technology or the smell of disinfectant. The Doctor pocketed his pen light and then undid part of Quinn’s blouse so that he could place down the stethoscope and see what her heart was doing.

“Well, Mister Giant?’

“IT’S DOUGLAS!” The giant was getting sick of being called Mister Giant all the time, like being a Giant didn’t give him right to have a first name. The Doctor blinked and then said in a calm voice. “Doug. Want to tell me what you know of this girl’s medical history?’

Shifting uneasily, as he was getting light headed from the smell. Coughing, the Giant then spoke.

“She gets these…happenings. Or so she calls it. Pain…really bad in her head and then, she gets glimpses of her memory….You know….before being caught in here.”

Now this was interesting, especially for the Doctor who himself had wondered just how on earth he ended up in the Mansion. He turned his head back to Quinn, and furrowed his brow. If she had found a way to tap into the part of her mind that allowed her to relive her past life, this might be a break through for not only her….but so many others.

“And these happenings…what does she do?”

“Well, she always smiles beforehand which I find kinda odd. Then she goes all rigid like. Screams a lot then faints.”

The Doctor tapped his chin as he regarded the girl thoughtfully. He was very interested to hear what she would have to say when she woke up. Her vitals all appeared to be normal, but that was not to say she wouldn’t have a relapse. With a grim expression he watched her breath in and out slowly. How long would it take before she woke up?

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Invention

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Re: Medical Bay

August 22, 2014 10:16PM

Not very long. Quinn was never out for long with these things, but they would be somewhat frequent until Ophelia took the memories from her. If she’d gotten them as a whole they wouldn’t be as damaging, but small flashes of her past with no sequence would attempt to cram themselves back into her — without an order her brain was unable to make sense of it.

This was all, of course, due to the fact her mind had been wiped before arrival.. and that the person who did it expected to give them back. The block was strong, but never meant to last long. Thus… it would falter and allow for memories of her painful past to proceed into her present.

There was a long moment of silence as the three pondered, lasting much longer than a few minutes. Not quite half an hour, but no shorter than ten minutes. Slowly she’d open her eyes, squinting at the light as her breathing picked up, almost a bit fearfully. Normally Ophelia was here — she took the memory before Quinn could think about it… but since she wasn’t, Quinn was still in a great deal of pain. The back of her hand went to her forehead as it lay there, just on her eyebrows and thus covering her eyes partly from the light.

That, and the fact that her vision kept flickering. It was as though she was looking through a camera and the modes were continuously flickered through every 10 seconds, moving from normal view to her soul-vision. This vision of hers that allowed her to see the soul of the person in front of her would dim out nearly everything, as though someone had turned off the lights in the room and she was seeing with great night vision, only it was dark gray-toned rather than green… though she saw bright spheres of various colors for each person in their center abdomen. Their souls.

“I can’t turn it off,” Quinn breathed, sitting up. Each moment this switch was made the fire in her eyes would dim and then brighten, making them appear to flash a bit, her pupil dilating and shrinking.. “I can’t make it stop…!” Her voice sounded a bit more panicked now as she simply closed her eyes — but even behind her eyelids she saw their souls flash through. Eyes closed, she reached effortlessly towards where Douglas stood. As her hand became closer to his soul she heard him make a slight noise of discomfort. He would have felt her hand pulling at his insides a bit, a cold feeling coming over him.. but it immediately went away as she retracted her hand.

That was what happened when she saw the souls and reached for them. Being a hellhound, she still had that power to condemn them. He was lucky she reached and did not grab and pull, or he would be an empty shell of a being.

“I remember.. Oh god, I remember it..” She murmured then, keeping her eyes shut as she began to breath quickly, dangerously close to hyperventilating and perhaps working herself up to another happening. “I was.. I was chasing the demon.. the woman.. I was a.. a hellhound.. She was red..” Random mumblings if one hadn’t been there, which none of them had. Though her eyes were closed, she looked down at her hands and spread her fingers out, as if checking to be sure her hands were there rather than the paws she’d had beforehand. Not even she had known her race, not even Douglas, the person she’d confide in for anything.

Her head pounded, her heartbeat in her ears.. A racing and panicked heartbeat, why was that suddenly so familiar.. Her eyes opened though her vision did not calm as she gazed up helplessly at the three in front of her. Quinn was going to pass out again, a happening coming on more from stress and the ability to recall her newest one than anything.

(so not reviewing spelling on this one. xD)

Guest_SuperiorIgnorance

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August 22, 2014 11:33PM

Mason awaited impatiently as the two exchanged words. His anxiety was eased as Douglas was angered again by being referred to as Mr.Giant. It was quite humorous in a sense. But the tension grew thick again as they awaited in short breaths. The tension at this point was too thick to cut. Mason’s eyes widened as she shot up from her bed screaming adversities. It was all a lot to take in as Mason sat there in awe. “What can’t she turn off?” Mason thought as he sat there in awe as she proceeded to talk about being a hellhound and the vague details she remembers. He was surprised at the idea but things of this sort wasn’t even that big of a deal as race didn’t matter much to him. As she continued Mason knew there was nothing he could do at this point. Looking at the doctor and Douglas seeing their reactions he awaited what the prognosis would be on something like this. Not really knowing her all that Mason felt it would be the best to have as many people around that care for you as possible. Mason went and pulled up a seat ready to endure whatever was going to follow what had just happened but as he studied the doctor and Douglas’ face he realized that he had no place here. Getting up at the realization he spoke as he gathered his belongings”Um…just let me know if she’s alright when everything settles down.” With those words he left the area disappearing into the night.

(Thread change: Art room)

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 23, 2014 02:56AM

The Medical Bay

Quinn’s screams that she couldn’t turn it off on waking and the fluctuating colours of her eyes was proof enough that the girl was far from being human. Her actions gave way to panic, especially by the Giant who had never seen her this bad before. When she tried to reach for him, the Doctor threw up his cane to block the contact. His head spinning to the Giant and he shouted loudly. “Stay well back!”

Crying out that she remembered had the Doctor and the Giant both staring at the girl flabbergasted. It was when she admitted what she was that the Giant truly got a fright. He realized that in her trying to touch him, she was trying to take his soul. Her body was going into a meltdown, clearly unable to process what she was remembering and this was going to end badly if the Doctor didn’t act and quickly.

Turning smartly on his heel he went to the nearest clinic cabinet and tore off the lock, throwing it on the floor. He threw open the glass panned doors and started to rummage for the right drug and needle. Douglas gripped the bottom rung of the bed and looked on hopelessly.

Doctor Hauser found the right drug and started to fill one of the needles, while calling to the other two. “Stay back till I give word. This isn’t going to be pretty.”

Douglas wanted to know what the Doctor was going to do. Larry gave the needle one squirt, before hobbling over and then ramming the needle into the girl’s chest. He injected the fluid in as Quinn no doubt would be shocked by his actions, but this was to subdue and knock her out – thus slowing her heart rate and helping with the pain she would be experiencing in her head.

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Invention

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August 23, 2014 03:25AM

What the hell was this? Quinn looked up at the doctor with a look of shock on her face. She’d gone silent, then, her hands reaching in the air for a needle that was no longer in her, right about where it had injected her. Much like when a knight was stabbed with a sword, he would take it by the blade with the very same look of blank shock that she now wore.

For a moment that seemed to be hours long there was complete silence, save the background noises. And it was then her irises began to flicker, dimming, her lips parting as her expression slackened and her eyelids felt quite heavy. In taking her out of her reality the doctor had put her back into the past, as the memories already began to flow and present themselves as dreams.. even though she wasn’t out yet…

And then she fell back on the bed, one hand resting on her abdomen while the other laid on the pillow next to her ear, the mass of her hair becoming completely black and dark rather than the tips lighting up as they normally did. Her eyes were closed now, her breathing slowing to the pace it’d been when she first arrived. Due to her head being tilted to the side facing the doctor he could see her expressions, that which changed ever so slightly with each bit of her memory that she recollected..

~Beginning of Memory~
It was cold. Quinn knew exactly what she had to do here. A standard run, no more and no less.. Only now she was after a witch and a strong one at that. She’d placed herbs to keep Quinn at bay, but those wouldn’t hold her off forever.. A low howl ripped through the night, from her lips to be more exact. The soul was reddening deeper in front of her eyes as borrowed time drove this woman forward, looking through the house and straight inside to its occupant.

But now she moved silently, creeping.. slowly.. she was near the woman now as she growled. Low, terrifying.

“You won’t get me, you bitch!” The scream was something she’d heard before as she picked up her pace, beginning to sprint as the woman chanted — darkness. Searing pain.

~Reality~
Quinn’s eyebrows furrowed, her leg twitching a bit. She was going to hurt herself if she got any more active. A low growl slipped through her throat, and though it was quiet from her, it echoed in the ears of anyone in the medical bay. As though a huge wolf was standing right behind them.

The hand previously on her abdomen lifted blindly into the air, moving around without much purpose as she seemed to reenact her dreams. As she couldn’t breathe in her memory, Quinn made a choked noise and stopped her breath, before resuming after a moment. Her eyes moved rapidly underneath her lids, indicating that she was seeing though they did not.

~Memory~
She couldn’t breathe, and it was cold. Quinn – no. Her name was Hellhound, nothing more. It changed.. As she stared up at the ceiling of the house, lifting her paw to survey it and instead finding the flesh of skin, a hand.. Pain again.

“I’m sorry, my dearest..” It was a man’s voice. “My servant.. you are not useful to me in this state.. for this I will see you in the underworld when I can explain..” A buzzing against her mind and confusion. Blackness.

Then there was a hand and a bright light. “You have been chosen for a second chance.. However, you cannot go back to life as it was and I take all memories from you, do you accept?” A woman’s voice, though Quinn didn’t understand much. She grabbed the hand, sensing comfort from it, though not quite knowing what she expected..

~End of Memory~

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 23, 2014 08:17PM

The Medical Bay

Drawing back with the spent needle in his hand, Doctor Hauser took a deep breath as a small droplet of perspiration ran down his forehead. He’d seen cases similar to this in the mansion before, but nothing quite on this scale. The drug was designed to incapacitate the patient and put them into a semi coma of sorts. Tossing the needle in the recycle bin for needles, he pressed the nurses station buzzer twice. Larry was damned if he was going to have to do the restraining. It was bad enough that he had to stab her with the needle.

Down in the nurses staff room which was a sea of smoke and mad chatter about the antics of the couple in the pool house, Nurse Fifi Latrix, a purple gorrilla saw the blinking light that was an indication that nurses were needed in the medical bay. Grunting heavily, the ex circus gorilla come wards nurse slammed down her copy of Grapes and all things exotic and got to her feet. Her massive bosom was kept well tied down under her skimpy nurses uniform, and the gorilla grunted at the other nurses before running on her fists down and out of the staff room towards the med bay.

Douglas the Giant peered over the Doctor’s shoulder, placing a hand on his head as he watched Quinn move about oddly on the bed.

“Why’s she growling like a wolf?” He asked, his ginger furry eyebrow quirking upward, after shooting a glance at Mason. “Not heard her do this before.”

No sooner had he asked that, Nurse Fifi, the purple gorilla lumbered in…right on cue. Doctor Hauser, who was used to the sight of the grape ape pointed to the leather tie downs on the side of the bed and said.

“Got a live one here. She’s liable to tear up the place. I only gave her 500 mgs of the sedative, but by the looks of her eyelids…she is going to be dangerous.”

“Grrrrrrrunt!” The nurse acknowledged and started to tie down Quinn’s arms and legs in a fashion that would remind you of the Spanish inquisition. As soon as she was strapped down well to the bed, the Doctor was able to breathe a real sigh of relief. He grabbed his cane and then ambled out of the room, leaving the gorilla nurse to stand over Quinn, as the Giant looked at Mason uncomfortably.

“No jokes about grape juice…aye laddie?”

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The Library – A Fallen Mansion.

Tags

Baker, book, Bridgette, characters, creative writing., library, love, love story, romance, story, vampire, Zero

 

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August 18, 2014 10:11AM

Gold.
While Zero was quite uncertain what gold actually was, the way she described it made him feel like he hadn’t seen it yet, and he wondered if it would be his favorite as well. It all made sense, the thought suddenly snapped into his mind. People always asked ‘what’s your favorite color’ and the question had always confused him until just now. There were so many options. How could one decide? While the darkness of the black was soothing, comforting, familiar, he found he enjoyed the brilliance of the sky and the beautiful shade of Bridgette’s eyes.
He thought about how to answer the question he asked, all the while shifting his weight so to compensate for the many, now loose, pages in his grasp.
“The color of your eyes.” He said thoughtfully. He didn’t mean anything by it, he just didn’t know the word that matched the shade. “I think I like that one.” Satisfied as they came to a halt outside the library, the Carpathian grimaced. He could already smell the billions of pages.
How long had he stayed away? How much knowledge was there? Perhaps there was information on his race in one of the books, or one of those boxes that had a screen that could answer anything. Maybe he’d try that.
Shifting his weight Zero managed to tuck the destroyed cook book under his arm as he leaned forward and snatched the door, pulling it open and holding it for Bridgette, shooting a glare as some guy walked by and nearly bumped into the little baker. His protectiveness was spiking it seemed, and it was more hard not to just run after him cursing. He inhaled and relaxed, seconds later, trying to grasp this want. Kill. Maim. Destroy. The three words summed up what he’d been doing for his whole life.
“After you.”

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 18, 2014 11:03PM

A gentleman. That was how Bridgette now viewed Zero. Though conflicted it seemed from the way he reacted to the very things that happened around him, he soon embraced ideals like he was but a lad. How interesting he was now becoming in her eyes. The marks on her wrist started to diminish which meant she would not require attention to them. She gently eased her ruffled sleeve down over her wrist, and stood waiting to enter the library as Zero tucked the loose pages beneath his arm and then said “After you.”

To this, Bridgette offered a shy smile, and took the steps to enter the library. By the sounds of voices and the movement of others they were not alone anymore. It was not surprising since this would be one of the few places in the Mansion where you are able to unlock certain mysteries, in particular the very ones you would have about yourself. Bridgette knew that she was human, for she had no real special talents. She couldn’t move at the speed of light, nor could she vanish from view at a whim. What she did know, in the solitude of her room was that she was able to bend her body into ways that one would not regard as normal. Flexible, would be the word you would use to describe her ability. Of course, her past remained just that, and haunted her as much as it did many others in the mansion. She had not sought out others to question them of how they came to be in the Mansion, though at night when she lay to rest, it was first and foremost in her mind.

The scent of the many books on the shelves gave her a sense of peace.

Turning to Zero, she then extended her hands and asked.

“I would er…be ‘appy to see if the book can be..er..bound again.” Bridgette didn’t know the librarian, but hoped that someone in the library could be of assistance. Her fingers would just caress the very back of his hand, in a gentle way.

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Ester

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August 19, 2014 10:09AM

Already Zero disliked this place, unlike his companion who seemed, if nothing else, completely relieved and relaxed to be here. There were so many…people. His sharply tuned, somewhat pointed, ears heard a voice asking ‘May I help you’ from somewhere unseen and this only made him tense all the more. Great. He waited until Bridgette was inside, not minding the little silent girl who was popping in and out of view, and let the door fall after him, simply focusing on the baker. She was the anchor, his anchor, that kept him from running around and gracing certain residents with a nice fist to the face.
When she stepped up to him and her fingers barely brushed against the skin on his hands he couldn’t help but smile. It was goofy and looked weird on his face, since honestly they were both used to a growl or a glare, or blunt rage.
“I have to come with you.” He insisted. “It was my fault the book ended this way.” A nod was given as he handed the pages over to her. Hell he’d give her anything…And just like that the Carpathian was caught in those bright orbs of her’s and he sighed softly before breaking away and sharply turning his head. The moment of affection and care was abruptly disrupted by the over bearing need to protect and in this strange place he wasn’t about to mess around with such a task so he stuck next to Bridgette like glue, or an overly attached mutt, and rolled his shoulders back slightly.
Only then did he answer the voice of an unseen being.
“We need assistance with…re-binding a broken book.” Broken being used lightly as the book was plain destroyed, though the pages were still in tact, just honestly needed cleaning. “If of course you have the materials.” The mansion had everything, he wasn’t sure why he was asking…Yet somehow felt it necessary.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 20, 2014 08:18PM

The Library.

The Mansion truly had to be one of the strangest places that Bridgette had ever encountered. The masked being that had asked as to the pair’s plight, soon became distracted by something large outside the window and instead of offering assistance took off out the door.

Blinking, Bridgette was not sure how to respond and in behind her a stack of books was knocked onto the floor by another member of the household. This soon had a young lady going over to assist, leaving Bridgette and Zero to fend for themselves with the destroyed book. Sighing softly, Bridgette gestured towards one of the desks that had some supplies and binding materials. A help your self desk, if you will. Bridgette moved slowly, with her full skirts creating a hush sound as they swept over the carpeted floor.

With the necessary equipment, Bridgette then asked Zero; “We…can fix it ‘ere, yes?” The young baker then went to get a small jug of water and some rags to dab away the blood from the splattered pages, while the binder and glues would be able to be used to put the many pages back together.

Bridgette now believed that the Librarian was not in, and only those that sought to find out information about themselves and their predicament in being trapped in the Mansion were on hand.

Coming back with the water jug and cloth, Bridgette took a seat and used her hand to gesture that perhaps Zero could do the same. If they worked together, the task should not take long at all.

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Ester

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August 24, 2014 12:12AM

Zero frowned to himself as the voice seemed to get distracted and wander off. Great. Like he knew how to work a library! A growl would have previously formed if he hadn’t been trying so hard to be….good. A tiny sigh passed through his lips as he watched Bridgette look around, almost helplessly. If only he knew how to make books. Grumbling he was about to go sniff out anybody he could find but she spoke just then, in her adorable accent.
When she sat down he took a couple steps closer and then she beckoned and a chuckle escaped him gently before joining her. He sniffed at the jug of water and then looked at the pages they had to work with.
“Here.”
The butler started to flip through the pages, withdrawing the ones that had been soiled by the erh…certain blood bag that’d been tossed by a certain Carpathian. Pulling the papers that were touched with red free of the stack, he set them aside carefully and set up the papers in the proper order so that it’d be easy to put the papers back.
“You wipe the blood, well dab really. Wiping might ruin or rip the paper. I’ll pull the papers out and give them to you and put them back when you’re done. Then we can work on binding….Or try to figure it out.” It was the most he had spoken at once and honestly he didn’t find himself minding as he sat down next to the baker, flipping through the cookbook as he retrieved the pages. There weren’t many, but there were a couple with large blotches that consumed most of the page. He worked silently, golden hues lowered as he seemed completely focused on the task at hand, As he slid the papers over to Bridgette one at a time, he’d take the ones that were recently cleaned and find their proper place in the cook book.
He hoped that it would make her feel better. To put a lock on their…interesting hour long past. He wanted to see her smile…And it was the motivation.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 24, 2014 07:36AM

The Library

Placing the jug of water down carefully, Bridgette started with the worst pages. Blood spots like ink blots that were varied in the size and colour. To get each out would require care on her part, and Zero suggested that dabbing would work much better, as wiping would only spread the blood further onto the pages. Happy with this advice, Bridgette took a cloth and with a single digit she dipped the cloth into the water before starting to dab lightly upon the first page. The trick worked, much to Bridgette’s delight. Zero would be able to see the slight crease upward as her lips curled into a smile, that widened as she tried a second page, and then a third. Each piece of paper handled delicately, like it was a great work of art or manuscript to a play – not some humble cook book.

Zero took each page after it was cleaned, putting them back in chronological order which would make the binding so much easier. The stack of papers grew and grew until finally the damage had been cleaned away. With Zero sitting close by, and working with Bridgette they made light work of what was quite a task.

Once all the pages were done, Bridgette reached for some binding tape. This would form the arc or spine of the newly fashioned book, and then she would attach the binding to the original book’s cover. To watch her work, Zero would see the slight pink tip of her tongue, that edged out past her lips as she concentrated on the task. As she closed the cover finally, she pressed a hand to the cover and let out a great sigh of relief.

“It’s…good as new, Zero.” She said with a soft voice, passing the book to him to see for himself that through their team work, they had been able to save the treasured tome.

“I am…most er…grateful to you.” Again with the smile, Bridgette tilted her head slightly to the right to catch sight of his warm ember colored eyes.

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Ester

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August 26, 2014 09:13PM

When the book was completed, Zero paused and looked down at it and sighed in relief. Thank the everything, thank the colors. He couldn’t have stood to see this little plan backfiring, to see it not working out as well as it had, to destroy the book a SECOND time. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it slightly as she expressed gratitude, something that made him freeze.
People cursed and yelled and gave him the stink eye. Thank you was so foreign. He couldn’t stop the smile that broke out.
“No don’t thank me. Thank you Bridgette.” He said thoughtfully, trying to put the right words to voice what he was saying. Carefully he reached over and brushed a lock of her beautiful chestnut locks and tucked a strand behind her ear and then withdrew his hand sharply as if he realized he made a mistake. The next words spoken had such care, admiration, and affection strewn into them, spoken in no more than a whisper, he found it almost hard to believe it’d been from him.
“You showed me the world.”
A genuine smile as he got up and slid away from the desk and bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to carry her off and go explore this new world. He wanted to brush a hand over her cheek and feel her lips. He wanted to taste how sweet her blood was and make her his. But he had just met her, and this overwhelming affection would drive her away, or so he figured. This sensitivity to others was new, annoying almost, but he respected…Respected her.
“It’s late.” The Carpthian said to distract himself from the growing want. He wanted nothing more than to stay there and talk, but it was rather late out by now and he didn’t want to keep her up, she was human after all. A grin. “I hope we cross paths again Bridgette.”
He turned to walk out of the library, forcing himself not to look back over his shoulder. Lords. Maybe he’d never feel this way about another, but as he departed he felt more uneasy and he could feel the darkness dancing beneath the surface.
She was truly his light.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 26, 2014 09:48PM

The Library

The quiet hush of the library was replaced by the soft words spoken by Zero. Bridgette stole a glance of how he ran his slender fingers back through his hair and ruffled it in a nervous gesture. All this so new to him. Kindness and thanks shown after what had started as a terrible quarrel. A warmth in the blush of Bridgette’s cheeks blossomed as Zero said he needed no thanks, but that he was thankful for her. Not only had he brought color to his black and white world, she had shown forgiveness. A rare and beautiful gift, in this dark place.

Not taking her eyes off his, when Zero moved to brush back a lock of her hair, Bridgette bowed her head ever slightly – savoring the coolness of his delicate touch. Each second passing, each word causing her chest to swell as she caught her breath and held it. For a moment, she was simply lost for words, and only when he went to stand and said that it was getting late, did she remember that it was late for her. As a baker she was always up at the crack of dawn, not only to make her pastries but to catch that beautiful golden light as the Sun rose over the horizon.

Bridgette gently eased her chair back and then stepped out, so that she could push the chair neatly back in place. Forgetting the book and the fact she was in this most public place in the Library, Bridgette crossed the floor to where Zero stood, and then she went up on tip toes and kissed both of his cheeks delicately. Her lips feather soft as they brushed the cool of his skin.

“Merci…Zero. We will…meet again.”

She seemed to stand in that same place for a minute, then remembered the book, and spun on her heel to go fetch it. Bridgette didn”t want to turn the book in. Not now. This book was a symbol of her and Zero’s budding friendship. Catching the book up and holding it tight to her bosom, she then gave a curt bob, before hurrying out of the library and turning the corner to head up the stairs to her room. Like a bird in flight she ascended the stairs, only to disappear around a corner.

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(thread change – Bridgette’s room)

Ester

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August 27, 2014 09:34AM

Hearing the baker’s footsteps had caused Zero to halt his departure and turn somewhat, just in time for Bridgette to plant a soft kiss on each of his cheeks. This was not something he could have guessed would happen and he felt a strange tingling sensation on his cheeks and crinkled his nose a bit trying to figure out what was happening to him as she walked off, hopefully towards her room to get some rest after the trying day. He chuckled, remembering that she had slapped him earlier but was now kissing his cheeks.
“I hope so Bridgette.”
But she was long gone and the Carpathian cleaned up the supplies that they had used, making sure that the area that had been so convenient was left clean for the next desperate person who needed it. The male left the library without hesitation, honestly annoyed with all the different smells from the thousands of books, and headed towards his room down the hallway. The two seemed to be roomed on the same floor, it was a wonder they hadn’t met before, but he was a bit grateful for that. It just made him cherish the moments all the more.
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Outlaws of the Outback.

Tags

Australia, Australian, bush, Bush Rangers, characters, drama, historical, outlaws, roleplay, story

Outlaws of the Outback 

Part One 

Dead or Alive. 

Writers

IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: – Snorting, braying horses pushed to their limits by their riders. Sweat streaking down their sides, with foam at their mouths. The horses gallop through the bush as though being chased by the very devil himself. Loud crackles of gunfire only spur them on in their haste. The two riders, both wanted for crimes against the Crown are one with their steeds. Spiriting their horses on to gain greater distance between them and the coppers. The riders are sinners; wanted men with a heavy price on their heads that would feed a family for a year. Sons and daughters of Irishmen, their names are folk lore, their deeds spread by the printed word that ran the length and breadth of the Devil’s own land. A loud whip crack and the two riders don’t look back. Once they pass the gorge, they were free from the clutches of the constabulary. <3>

IceTe3a: The devils land, named rightly so as this barren landscape was cruel and unforgiving. The lifestyle of the people that were forced to live here was anything but luxury, if the bush didn’t kill you the sun would. The heat of the sun bared down on the two riders as they made their best efforts to out run the law without getting a bullet lodged into their backs, with full trust and hope in their horses as they galloped through the rocky terrain whipping past and nearly hitting large gum trees as the horses breathed hard while pushing their limits. The sweat on his back was nothing in comparison to the sweat slowly rolling down Jacks dust covered face, raising his right arm he wiped the sweat from his forehead a momentary pleasure one of the few things he could afford to do at this point. His eyes sharp and darting around as he surveyed the rugged land glimpsing over to his partner in crime though he did not turn to look back there was no point as they both knew what was coming after them. ” You’ll never get us alive you lads!” He spits as it momentarily moistens his dry and cracking lips the wind soon to dry them up once more “Bloody coppers… HYAA!” another crack from his whip as the sound of gunfire and bullets whizzing past, forcing his head to duck and weave around in hopeful luck in dodging every single bullet they let loose. The gorge was in view, two large mountains creating a deep and narrow path to the no man’s land, not just anyone could survive out there and the coppa’s never dared follow as it was out of their territory. His hope rising as he stood in his spurs knees bent as he moved with his horse“Come on we can make it!! HYAA!!” another crack of the whip as the guns blare behind them. Even if they did make it through the gorge and to no man’s land, they had little water and little food to retreat to, they needed shade and these were the least of their problems a long day and a longer night awaited the two bush rangers.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With gritted teeth, Annie spurred her horse faster, though you could feel the horse was just about at its limits – breathing hard as it powered on. The brush and low hanging branches made it treacherous going, if you weren’t careful. Dodging and weaving, the horses and their riders were one with the surrounds. Both knew the bush like the back of their hands, but you could never trust the coppers, who were fast to shoot now and ask questions later. Dead or alive it didn’t matter to them. The dust and dirt flew up in their wake with leaf litter being churned beneath the heavy falls of the horse’s hooves. Annie could hear the sharp whistle of the shots being fired, and one near got her shoulder – whistling past only to slam into a tree. So close…too close. They needed to go faster. The sight of the gorge was fast approaching, but would they make it? Annie was riding so hard, that her hat near flew off her head, and she reached up to slam it down leaving only one hand on the reigns – her legs tight around the horse’s middle. The girl was not born in the saddle, but she’d been a quick learner and soon rode as well as many a man her age. Though to look at her, you would not even know it was a girl. Her trademark red hair tied up and kept well under her hat. Boys britches and a plaid shirt homemade probably for one of her many brothers was loose fitting on her and caught the breeze as she rode on hard. ”HEYYA!” Annie roared at her horse. Faster, she had to go faster. Jack was already gaining and if she didn’t keep up she’d be shot for sure. Annie’s horse snorted loudly heeding her cry and galloped on harder through the rugged terrain. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched her closely from time to time as they continued to ride down the path towards the gorge, he didn’t need to tell her to keep up she already knew what would happen if she fell behind. Dust kicked up leaving a dusting trail for the coppers, jacks mouth smirked at this moment as he knew they were free bound soon enough, there’s no way the coppa’s could catch them now save a rogue bullet collected them. As they made their way towards the opening of the gorge their horses came in closer as he looked over at her and smiled, they had made it; you could hear the horses of the coppers screeching as they were brought to a halt, rapidly wasting their ammo in chance to hit one or both of them “Next time we see you two you’re both dead!!” a fair warning was given. They would have to be more vigilant while riding through patrolled lands from now on, the prices on their heads had surely doubled after their last robbery. As they galloped through the gorge and finally out of sight of the coppers, passing through the other side to the barren dirt filled terrain. It was all the same around here, they would need to find shade soon enough to let the horses drink and rest, that means finding a river or a billabong. Lucky for them they both knew the terrain fairly well, and a hidden billabong in the bush around some higher forming rock faces allowed for a cooling bath, drink and shade. The perfect place to set up camp for the day “ We made that one by the skin of our teeth, lass” his sharp eyes glanced over to her as he looked her over head to toe as he checked on her “We’re heading to the billabong, horses need a well deserved rest” slowly he brought the horse to a walking pace, the least he could do now was let them breath as they headed over to make camp. “Thing’s can’t keep going this close, we need to make changes” he knew they needed a smarter way to get food, to pull of robberies, they needed new clothing.. to arm themselves properly and they needed to eat, the list of problems were long as he sighed slightly and sat back in his saddle, wiping the dirt and sweat away from his face.

CharlotteCarrendar:- A bright smile formed upon Annie’s dusty face as she heard the coppers scream abuse at the pair for making it beyond their reach. There was no way they would follow them into the gorge, and Annie knew it. The last bullets fired ricotched off rocks and showed that the coppers were too tired to even aim straight. But Annie was near hoarse from the ride, her throat so dry and parched that she needed a drink just like the horses did. Though safely away from the coppers, they needed to find water and shade or they would surely suffer a terrible fate. If one was unfamiliar to the lands they would easy go round in circles for days for every tree, every rock looked the same. Slowing her horse down, Annie had caught up with Jack who had also slowed. He was dead on the money that they had just survived by the skin of their teeth. ”Aye..we got lucky this time.” Annie added whilst keeping a good look out for the billabong that shouldn’t be too far away. Speaking of changes, Annie knew that her clothing was near ragged after the past few days ride. She was sure she’d torn her pants and in the worst place possible for a girl. Good thing she kept a needle and thread in her duffle bag. Annie lept down off her horse and then led it by the reigns as the gurgling sound of water was heard. The billabong. No finer sight for sore eyes in a place as desolate as this. It gave her a slight spring in her step and as she approached, she brought her horse to stop and started to untie the saddle. The horse’s back was soaked in sweat and dirt. Much like her rider. Taking off the saddle and placing it on a low hanging bough, she then led the horse to the water to drink, patting its side gently. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirks as his sharp eyes gleam with delight, a laughter roars out from his stomach as they once again have escaped death with some well needed money for supplies. As they walked on towards the billabong he could see Annie was slightly more excited than he was, he smirked as they finally made it to the billabong, it was covered mostly by a large cut mountain, with the thick gum bush being the only way in or out it can be missed by those who do not know its existence, he actually has never seen anyone else visit this place before it was like that a lot here. He stripped his horse from saddle and reign as he gave her a solid pat “Easy girl..” he said as he brought her down to the water and left her to her own will, he sat down by the billabong and cupped the water in his hands as he washed his face and neck, a cooling moment as the breeze came through it cooled his skin as he sighed happily “ well, we made off with a good amount but it will go fast.. we need to decide what we need to replace and what we need to get” he of course was thinking about the items that needed to be replaced and what they needed to get, the list was long but priorities were priorities. After resting for awhile he smiled and stood up as he started to collect twigs, pulling off some bark from the gum tree it was paper like and perfect to start a fire with, bundling them all up in a neat fireplace he started to rub a twig against the gumtree bark creating friction until a spark lit and a small flame rose. Quickly tending to it as he helped it light up the twigs until it roared into a steady fire placed with few good logs. The days were hot but the nights were cold, and they needed to eat as he looked up at Annie with a slightly arched brow “What we got left to cook?”

CharlotteCarrendar: – Letting go of her horse’s reigns to allow her to drink and then feed on some grass, Annie put her hands on her hips and looked around the billabong. What she wanted first off was to wash, but the most important thing that she needed to do was ensure they had food. Jack had asked her what they had left to which she replied ”Flour…some salt. Tea..” Thinking for a moment, she then looked to the billabong. ”Could try for some fish.” There was darts of silver movement within the stream, and she didn’t mind trying something different. Annie took off her hat, and smacked it against her side – the dust billowing around her as she then hung her hat on a tree. Reaching up she untied her hair, the red curls falling down and about her shoulders. ”Either that or we try for grubs.” Witchety grubs were a common source of protein in the bush, though they didn’t look all that appetizing. At any rate, she had the ingredients for a bush damper and that could starve off hunger at the very least. Jack had already made a start on the camp fire, so Annie went to see what she had in her swag. Pulling out the bag of flour and salt, along with the tea, she brought them over to the fire side and dumped them on the ground at Jack’s feet. <3>

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IceTe3a: He watched as she started to look around while pulling her hair out, he smiled as he watched her red locks flow gently down against her neck. Then she talked about fish in the bong or grubs, well if they were the choices he had it would be fish. No one exactly knew how it happened, but billabongs were full of fish in the most part, some say from birds transferring eggs or small fish that get stuck in their feathers others say the bongs are all connected by a underground water tunnel, either way he was sure there was fish in this one. “You can have grubs if you want, but I want fish” he laughed lightly as he came to a stand, stripping his worn out boots off, he rolled up his long jeans and took of his long armed shirt, he looked around in the shrubs as he finally found his hand made spear, made from a strong tree he leaves it here to fish with. “Tend to the fire, I’ll fish for dinner” he smirked as he stood there bare-chested and muscle bound, built up from the hard laboring work he has done over the years his body was riddled with different scars as well as a few prison brandings. He walks down into the water waist deep and stands still with a refreshing sigh “Oh this is bloody brilliant” he smirked as his body was getting cooled down, he stood still with spear in hand, it took a few strikes and waiting for the fish to stop spooking but eventually he got a nice sized barramundi, more than enough to feed the two for the night. they will eat like kings, it squirmed and wiggled on his spear as he grabbed it “Wooo! Dinners up! “ he smirked as he came out of the bong soaking wet, slowly he placed the fish on the ground and pulled the spear out, laying the spear down he unsheathed his old knife from behind his back and cut the fishes throat to let it bleed out as he sat down next to Annie. “So, what do we need to buy with our new found riches?”

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nothing beats a fresh fish meal, especially barramundi – the best fish that you can catch. Annie knew that Jack would rather eat nothing if he was up against just having grubs. ”Fish it is then, if ya can catch it.’ Annie said with a laugh, taking her turn to stoke the fire and add twigs and bark when needed. She sat herself down, peeling off her boots which were well worn and tossed them to the side of her. Annie was still filthy, from the ride through the bush but she would wait before attempting to bathe. Last thing she wanted to do was scare the fish. Annie made a start on the damper, which would last right through to the next day. All it took was flour, salt and water before working it into a dough, then placing the dough in amongst the burning embers of the fire. Be burnt on the outside, but so good on the inside. Not like the bread you would get from the bakers, but this was true bush tucker and saved many a man from starvation. Annie lifted her head when Jack called out how blood brilliant it was to be standing in the cool of the stream. Half his luck. She’d get her turn soon enough. A bit later he came back with his prize – a good sized barra which was wriggling around on his hand made spear. She had to admit, the man could fish like no other. While the fish bled out, Annie was asked what they should do with their new found riches. ”New pants.” Annie replied, feeling the breeze in hers. You could say they were holy. <3>

IceTe3a: He chuckled as he heard her say she wants new pant’s, it was true their clothing was almost worn out, they did need clothing but they also needed to arm themselves and get food.. a new kettle and so much more. He started to gut and clean the fish as he thought up a plan in his head, soon enough the fish was ready to start cooking. “throw some salt on her and she’ll be right as rain” he smirked as he tossed the fish on a smoldering log in the fire to cook, as he looked over at the horses they seemed to be enjoying themselves, they needed to pay a blacksmith to get new horse shoes for their steeds. He came to a stand as he walked over and picked up his swag and threw it next to Annie’s, the fire alone wouldn’t be enough to keep them warm so sleeping together was a smart move. Sitting back down as the smell of cooking damper and fish flew through the air making his mouth salivate. “How about.. we use the gold to get us some guns. Then we can rob a few stores, holding a bank up with a knife just aint gonna cut it anymore. If we arm ourselves we can go rob and hunt for food, may as well hit up the town we get the guns from anyway” his sharp eyes glance over to her with a smirk growing on his lips, it was true if they had firearms it be easier for them to rob stores and they could protect themselves, it would give them the next step they needed to get them to where they want to be.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With Jack back and tending to the fire and the fish now cooking on the smouldering log, Annie pushed herself to standing. Tired and dirty, she started to peel off her shirt that was still wet from sweat. She took it off, unashamed of her naked torso. He had seen it all before and there was no modesty between them. Annie took off her pants second, and then carried them all to the stream. Wading in, she instantly felt relaxed. The cool of the water invigorating. Dumping her clothes on a rock, she dived under the water and then swam a good couple of metres before her head bobbed above the surface. To her tired and aching bones this was sheer heaven, and she floated on her back. Her arms spreading out as she simply enjoyed the moment. She knew she had to wash her clothes, and Jack’s but first she wanted to wash the grime off herself. Annie asked Jack to toss her the soap that they picked up in the last town, and soon she was washing the clothes on the rock, before hanging them up on a low hanging branch to dry. Without a stitch on, she came up out of the water, and rifled through her duffle bag for her only other change of clothing. Hand me downs from her older brothers. Made tough for the environment, but did nothing for her figure. She rang out her hair by hand, watching Jack cooking the fish. The smell making her all the more hungry. Sitting back down beside him, talk came to how to spend their fortune. It never lasted long, what with the items that they needed and guns was on the top of the list. ”I’m all for a good pistol, Jack.” Annie offered, adjusting her sack behind her comfortably. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he watched her enjoy the water before washing their clothing, the fish was cooking nicely and the damper started to let off its sweet intoxicating smell. When she was done and came to sit by him he smiled as he looked her over, not a scratch on her; just how he likes to keep her. “Yeah, a good .45 colt revolver would do us nicely. Then it’s settled, and if we have more we’ll get you new clothing” he smiled as he looked back at her, he didn’t bother worrying about his own clothing he’d wear anything, but Annie insisted on taking care of him. He sighed slightly as the fish finally was cooked, he pulled it off the fire, the heat didn’t bother him to much as his fingers were rough and thick skinned. Laying it down on a fresh gumtree bark he peeled the fishes skin back as the soft white flesh appeared to them both, the best part about barramundi. Taking up the salt he poured some over the fishes cooked meat and smiled “Dig in” as he took a piece for himself and started munching down on it, it was early noon nowhere near dark yet as he munched away on the fish slowly getting replenished he wondered if they should make for the town today, that meant going back through the gorge and to the local towns, any town out this side of the gorge had its own law and was always heavily protected. “Think we should head back through to town before night? “ he glanced over at her and watched her eating.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie looked over at the horses, that were both enjoying each other’s company and the freedom of not wearing a saddle. Both riders had pushed them hard throughout the morning, and now with the daytime around noon, there was time to go back through the gorge but they would have to pace the horses. Taking up a piece of white barra flesh which she blew to take the heat off, Annie contemplated what to do. ”So long as the horses can make it without falling lame.” Chewing thoughtfully on the fish, she then swallowed and added. ”Aye, we can go.” She knew that Jack was keen to spend the money that they had stole on equipment, and to be truthful, their food supplies were running low. Living off the land and not going into the settlements meant for hard going, if you didn’t know the bush well. Annie picked up a stick and gave the damper a bit of a prod. She could smell it’s delicious scent and knew that it would be good eating on the way to town. Glancing up at Jack a moment, she asked; ”Was a close call on that ride. I could swear one of those bullets had me name on it.” Wasn’t often that Annie admitted that she had been spooked by one of the shots fired at her. To bleed to death in the bush would be a terrible thing. <3>

IceTe3a: Eating his share of the fish he nodded in agreement, if the horses went lame that would be an expensive issue. Glancing them over he smiled and looked back at her “We won’t ride them hard, by the time we get to town and do what we need to do, they’ll be able to have a short gallop for our get away before we can start to walk them off again” he smiled lightly as he watched her prod the damper, laughing lightly “I swore I got hit, was a bloody ant that bit me though” his laugh got louder as he smiled and munched on more fish. Slowly the fish disappeared as they both ate it dry. Packing up his swag he left the damper for Annie to deal with as he saddled up their horses who were already cooled down and ready to go again. As he walked over he was counting the purse of gold coins “Forty eight.. Forty nine… Fifty.. We have fifty gold pieces, more than enough to buy the guns we need plus belts and spare ammo, with left overs” he was surprised that the purse held fifty coins, he thought maybe 10 at most this meant they had more than they originally thought. More than enough to stock them up with some more food items, weaponry and even clothing for them. He smirked as he took her beaten up pants and shoved them in her bag for later use “Looks like you’ll be getting new clothing soon enough love” he chuckled but he knew they needed to make the money last so he would be using his talents and tricks to bargain deals and con his way into cheaper prices, he waited for Annie to be finished with her meal and watched as she packed up the damper. Kicking dirt over the fire he walked over to the horses and tied the swags on “Let’s get along” he smiled

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was decided. They were going to head off just as soon as the camp was packed up and the damper taken off the fire. Annie rolled it out of the fire and tapped the sides as it was still quite hot. Jack had gotten a start on packing up their swags and the old clothing that had been strung up on the tree branch. He had thought out how to push the horses on the way to town without putting a lot of pressure on them. It was a wise move, and she knew that her horse needed shoeing as well. When the damper had cooled, Annie rolled it up into a large cloth that she kept just for her dampers. It would be packed with the rest of her swag and placed on the back of her horse to be eaten later on. The rest of the cooking supplies would also need to be packed. With the fire having dirt kicked over, they would be ready to set off once again. Annie did laugh when Jack claimed that he thought he had been shot, but it was just a bull ant. ”Well, they do sting.” Annie admitted, not exactly a fan of the ants herself. ”Though, I’d rather that to a bullet anyday.” Wasn’t that the truth? Finding her ribbon, Annie tied up her hair again, and wound it up so that it would be up and under her hat. For one it made her feel cooler without her hair on the back of her neck, and many mistook her for a boy half the time. She was not exactly keen about giving away the fact she was a girl. Annie mounted her horse, which had been saddled up by Jack, and then gave her a bit of a kick to get her going again. They would be heading out of the gorge and relative protection. Hopefully, no one was waiting for them on the other side. <3>

IceTe3a: As they both were ready to go he hopped on his horse and followed slowly next to Annie, the horses appreciated the chance to stop and rest for a while; he knew they wouldn’t go lame but he wasn’t going to take any chances. As they slowly made their way to the opening of the gorge it seemed safe enough, it looked like the coppers had head on home back to their own town, which was not the town they were going to in the first place; neither of them were stupid enough to do that. As the horses trotted along he started whistling an Irish tune, as he smiled looking over at Anne. They both had made names for themselves around the locals, but soon enough he knew their names would be spread and feared throughout the lands. The heat was slowly getting hotter as he took a swig from his canteen and passed it over to Annie “Keep the fluids up” soon enough the town they were looking for came into sight, they had purposely left this town alone as it was the main town for importing wares and such, they needed somewhere to sell their loot and resupply. Coming up to a log tie with a water trot he jumped off his horse and tied the reigns to the pole. “Let’s go see the gunsmith” he said as he smirked, his sharp eyes showing excitement, not many people knew about Jacks cavalryman background, he was a sharp shot and used to be a captain, that was before he betrayed them by refusing orders but the past was all but dust laying on the ground. As they walked over to the gunsmiths store he walked in as a bell rung, noticing a younger man sitting on a chair with a shotgun he had to assume it was loaded, as an elder man stood at the counter. Looking around there were many guns on display from used and broken to brand new among other things. He walked up to the counter and looked over the man “Wat’ll it be, stranger?” he smiles lightly as he gives a nod, “We’ll need two .45 colt revolvers, two belts and 3 extra rounds each, That’s 24 bullets per gun.” he looked over behind the man as the rifles as he examined them closely leaver action rifles would be great for a long distance fight or hunting “And gimme the 50.50 leaver with a few extra rounds too” he looked back at the old man who looked them both over, such an order was uncommon and could be considered dangerous “ Having some trouble?” the old man questioned his intentions as he smiled slightly. “Yeah.. we’re drovers, our boss is pissed, we were held up and lost our guns and the head of cattle to some bloody bush rangers” the old man seemed to relax as he nodded in kind, pulling up two brand new revolvers, two holsters and belts, the extra ammo for all the guns and the rifle. “ That’ll be 25 gold coins, I’ve even thrown in a strap for the rifle” Jack leaned back a bit and looked at the wares and back up to the old gun shop owner, “25 coins?! Are you kidding me? “ the young man leaned forward slightly as the table creaked, “Well either pay the price, or take it up with my son” the old man chuckled slightly, jack turned around and leaned against the table as he looked the young boy over then he got an idea as he looked at Annie with a smirk “How about a wager, If I can outshoot your son, we make it 15 coins, if he outshoots me I’ll pay 50 coins” he knew Annie would have something to say about this but he knew she would trust his judgment for now, he would just cop a beating later. The old man rubbed his beard as he looked over his son who nodded in kind, the old man laughed and shook Jacks hand “Alright but, he’s a great shot brought up with guns. First to shoot 3 bottles 10 yards. We’ll use the store guns and not the new ones. Meet us round back when you’re ready” the old man and young man left the back door open as they left, Jack turned around to Annie as he smirked ”Trust me..”

CharlotteCarrendar:- The ride into town had been a good one, and with the horse tied and close to water, the pair were able to start shopping for the supplies that they needed. Keeping the brim of her hat down, she followed Jack into the gunsmith’s. She understood the need for the guns, but was curious with how Jack would explain why they needed them. Seeing the young fella holding a shot gun and being on guard of the place, while the old man was behind the counter, Annie knew that they had to tread lightly or face being shown the door in a not so polite way. Annie let Jack do all the talking, as she went to look around the store while keeping one eye on the young gent on the chair. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end though, when she heard the price. That was half of all their gold and a handsome sum at that. She was ready to walk out in protest, but that was when Jack decided to make a bet. This had Annie turn fast on her heel, her jaw falling open when he bet that if the young lad could out shoot him, he would pay the fifty coins they did have for the weaponry. Oh, she wanted to drag him out of that store by his ear. It took a great deal of inner strength not to spit out what she thought of the deal. Course, the gunsmith could barely help himself. Getting a chance to see his sharp shooting son teach Jack a lesson. Watching the pair go out the back door, Annie was about to rip Jack a new ass hole, when he smirked and said ”Trust me.” Annie gave him one hell of a dirty look, then went back out the front way so they could then go round the back when Jack was ready to take part in the bet. ”Men…” Annie mumbled under her breath. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he knew a well earned beating was on its way for even thinking about betting their entire gold, and if he lost it all she’d have him dead for sure. He chuckled lightly as he walked out with Annie and walked around the side, there were the old man and the youngster with 6 bottles lined up 10 yards away. Jack winked at Annie and walked over to the old man grabbing one of the revolvers he checked it out before cocking it “ On your count “ he stood next to the young man who was dead calm and preparing to fire the old man counted down from one to three and .. *BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG* Jack let off six shots shooting all six bottles before the young kid could pop one off, the old man stood there bewildered as jack smiled lightly and handed the pistol back. “Nice shooting son, well I am a honest man and a bet’s a bet. 15 for the lot come right this way.” He looked back at Annie and gave her a wink as they walked back into the shop, He handed over 15 gold coins and took the two revolvers, ammo, belts, holsters and rifle “Sorry sir, I do feel bad for outshooting your son. I’m sure he’s a fine shot” the old man shook his head and smiled “You were the better shot today, It’s good to meet other gun slingers, I’ll sure to be telling you if I have any trouble that’s for sure” he smiled and bid them goodbye. He walked out with Annie in tow and smiled lightly as they exit the shop he walked down the path before turning around, walking up to Annie he wrapped a belt and holster around her waist as he slipped a loaded .45 colt revolver into the holster, passing her a few extra rounds he looked up to her and smiled “I had it under control and we saved 10 coins, don’t hit me too hard” he smiled as he did his own belt up and holstered his pistol, slinging the rifle onto his back he looked around for the general store which basically sold all the foods and equipment they would need, after that they would need to get Annie some new threads “Come on Annie, lets hit up the general store” he chuckled as he walked her along the path towards the general store, this time he’d let Annie choose what wares they’d need.

CharlotteCarrendar; – Lucky for Jack, the bet went in his favour. He was a sharp shooter and made like work of the bottles that the old man and his son had lined up. Annie had stood well back, her arms folded over her chest. Jack truly had the luck of the Irish. Each blast of the gun was accurate and one by one the bottles fell. The old man while shocked was an honest one and agreed to honour the wager. ~Well that’s a first~ Annie thought to herself, as she followed Jack out of the store, only to have him turn around and place a gun belt around her waist, followed by the shiny new .45 colt revolver. The weight of the piece truly felt and she couldn’t help but smile at was truly a gift. Annie smirked at Jack as he gave her a few extra rounds of ammo. ”Don’t hit me too hard.” He teased. ”Oh don’t worry, I’ll get ya back for that.” Did she mean it? Having saved money on the guns, this meant they had more to barter with for supplies, and that meant going to the general store. This part of their shopping was up to her, and she already had some things in mind. Entering the general store a small bell rang, and a well dressed man stepped out and went behind the counter. There were barrels of produce and there was all manner of cookware, such as kettles and pots that instantly drew in Annie’s attention. She pointed up to the shiny kettle that would be perfect for a bush fire. ”The kettle please. Pound of flour…and do you have bush honey?” She was always keen on honey for the damper as it went so well together. Annie looked back at Jack and asked. ”What you be wanting, love?’<3>

IceTe3a: He watched as they entered the door, he leaned against the doorframe resting his hand on his brand new gun as he looked around the shop at the wares, he knew they needed quite abit but this was Annie’s department and she knew what was best as he watched her choosing out what she wanted, was that really all? Honey, flour and a kettle? They needed to supply up to last at least a week in the rough, he rubbed his chin as she called him love he coughed slightly and stood up as he looked around the store “ How about some more foods, something to keep meats from going bad, and anything else you can thing of Darling” he smirked slightly as he started to toy around with a few of the wares in the store. He kept a weather eye on the door for anyone else who may enter, as he walked up next to Annie he stood taller than her. “Rope we’ll need some rope as well” he smiled as he looked down at her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Jack was right, they would need more supplies to help their foods last. ”Salt.” Was the first thing to come to mind. Sugar was deemed a luxury and she didn’t even contemplate it, since they used the honey as a sweetener. Annie caught sight of a bush oven and her heart near skipped a beat. That would be ideal and be perfect for damper as well as cooking a stew. Happily she pointed up at the oven, and the shop owner had to wonder just how the pair were going to pay for all this. Seeing they were armed made his lip twitch nervously. After deciding on a few more food stuffs that could keep, she then turned to wear they had clothing. One of the wooden mannequins was wearing a fine dress, obviously for someone important in town. Annie looked at it with wonder, before then thinking of being more practical and went to see if they had pants and shirts. She picked out two of each and brought them over to the counter where the shop keeper was adding up their supplies. ”Eighteen gold pieces for the lot.” Annie knew they needed the horses to have their shoes done and wondered if she should put the clothes back. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she chose all the items they needed, she even wanted to get a cooking oven which would be useful in the long run. As he watched her closely he saw her stare at a long beautiful dress as he smirked and had to help himself from laughing, the thought of a bad assed female like her had ever thought of wearing a dress was hilarious to him but he wouldn’t let her see that he was laughing at her. Watching as she settled for getting new pants and shirts for herself he smiled as he walked up to the front of the shop where they were, watching as the old man started counting up the price. He said it’s going to cost them eighteen pieces, they had fifty to start with and spent fifteen leaving them thirty five.. He knew the man was fearful of them and he smirked a sinister smirk as he pulled Annie back up to the counter. “Sixteen and not a penny more” he glared into the shopkeepers eyes without even blinking, he was trying to stare him down and shake him a bit.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Annie’s eyes opened wide when she heard Jack say that they would pay sixteen and not a penny more. Then she remembered the way they were dressed and the fact they were armed. Heavily armed. That sinister old sneer on Jack’s face made Annie nearly swallow her own tongue. Would the shop keeper accept such a price? A whole two pieces off? There was silence in the shop for a moment and you could see the bead of sweat on the shop keeper’s forehead. The staring competition was getting intense only to have an elderly lady enter the shop. This changed everything. The shop keeper favoured the lady’s custom and the last thing he wanted was her having a heart attack over a standoff over two gold coins. Annie cocked her head slightly to the left as she waited to hear the verdict, and then it was done as the woman approached the counter.”Yes..yes…sixteen. I’ll have my son wrap it all up for you.” Annie released a breath and then smiled at the old lady, who looked her up and down like she was some tomboy, especially when she saw the gun on her belt. The shop keeper was keen to avert a crisis and then came out from behind the counter to turn her attention away, as a young boy came from out back and started to parcel up their purchases. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as the shop keeper gave way to his banter sixteen gold pieces that was a whole two gold pieces off that was a lot. Smiling as he looked at Annie who was a bit flustered almost, he chuckled lightly as he pulled out sixteen gold pieces and placed them in front of the shop boy this lefty them with 14 gold pieces left, that was a lot left over seeming to reshoe the horses would cost 6 gold for both horses. He grabbed everything once it was packed up and followed Annie out, he knew she would say something about his harsh ways. Honestly she was the only one who could keep him in line, he enjoyed that fact as he smirked “We still have fourteen gold pieces left, the horse shoes will cost us six, and you have your new clothing so what else do we need?” he thought to himself as he looked around town they actually needed to get a home base of sorts, some kind of hideaway or something, perhaps they should start putting some gold away and discuss future plans. He walked over to their horses as he packed up all the gear into the swags and carry bags on the horses. Leading the horses over to the blacksmith he could feel the heat from inside as he wiped his brow “Need these horses reshoe’d we’ll be back to collect and pay later” the clanking of metal against metal could be heard as a grunting sound of acknowledgment echoed. Smirking he turned to Annie and looked her over “So whats next Darling?” he smirked cheekly.

CharlotteCarrendar:- So far they had managed to save their money from the gunsmith to the general store and gotten much of what they needed to keep them going a good while. The weapons would be especially handy in the coming weeks, if not months. Now all that was left was to get the horses reshoed. At Jack’s calculations they would have money at the end of it, and this was something that they would save, possibly for something more permanent like a place to call their own. For now however, they lived off their wits and their means. With the horses being taken care of, Annie had a wonderful idea. ”Fancy an ale?” she had a wicked gleam in her eyes, but not only that there was usually a card game on in the drinking establishments. Knowing Jack as well as she did, Annie knew that he could hardly resist that. If they were a bit under the weather, they could always find a room at the pub. <3>

IceTe3a: He heard her ask if he wanted to grab an ale at the local pub, his shark eyes gleamed as he smirked a wicked smirk, where there was a pub of drunks there was a card game with money to be had. “Sure, you can be my lady luck” he gave her a wink as they walked over to the pub. Entering inside the pub he walked over and ordered them an ale, flicking a gold coin at the barkeep that would pay for more drinks to come. As he eyes the tables he eventually found one where they were gambling with cards and gold coins, he smirked as he now had eight seven gold coins left after paying for all their drinks. Handing Annie a ale his eyes gleamed into hers as he took a swig and wondered over to the table. With the seven gold coins clinking in his hands he looked around the table and smirked “Mind If I join you boys?” as he placed down his gold coins and his Ale taking a seat at the table, he was drawn into the game of cards as each shared the opportunity to shuffle the deck. He played his cards right, loosing hands and bluffing his way making him look weak and his bluffs always fall through, finally he was the last person to shuffle with him and six other men at the table, he looked down to his stash of coins he had lost a few purposely and won some back now sitting with 8 gold pieces, the pot already had six gold pieces in it to be won. He shuffled the deck and with his slide of hand threw out hands for everyone, everyone got a decent hand but his own hand would trump all their hands leading them into a insecure bet without knowing. “eight gold pieces is the wager” most of the men chuckled thinking by now they knew his bluffs to well and sort after his coins once and for all. With six gold pieces in the pot and him wagering eight that brought the pot to fourteen and there were six other players if they all wanted to take the risk it would be eight gold pieces each leaving the pot at 54 gold pieces. One by one they all took the bait, their own greed, the great hands they held and the thought of figuring Jack out led them all to their doom. Anne knew her role in this, come running over with bad news about a robbery on their establishment making them having to take the gold and leave. Even though they may have lost their winnings the thought that the man they lost to had just been robbed sufficed their greed. One by one they threw down their hands to show, but in the end it was Jack with the strongest hand and he won all fifty four gold pieces, leaving the men with barely anything to go by, he waited for Annie to play her part, honestly she didn’t let him do this to often, he was to good at it and it could easily go sour. He slowly drunk the rest of his ale as he laid in wait, collecting his gold.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Sipping her ale, Annie had kept well out of eyeshot of the men that were gambling at the table. She knew perfectly well how Jack played and she also knew that when the time came, she had to put on a real performance to make for an easy get away. Nothing worse than drunk men who think they have been fleeced by a card shark. Oh, Jack was ruthless when it came to gambling and left many a man without a shirt on his back. Sipping her beer and then putting the empty glass on the bar, she ventured outside – her attire making her blend easily in with the other men that came in and out the door. With her hat down, few would pay her much attention since she dressed like a lad anyways. When she peered through the dirty panes, it was when she watched as the kitty grew and grew. There was more gold on that table than what they had come to town with. Annie counted to herself as the men were starting to show their hands, each one was not a winner. As soon as Jack splayed his cards on the table, Annie knew it was her time to act. Rushing in she reached the table and blurted. ”Jack…bush rangers…robbed the store!” A collective gasp was heard around the inn, including all the men at the gambling table. The worst thing they could imagine was murderous bush rangers riding into town and stealing from them. The sounds of chairs being pushed back came from all over – just the right time to take the winnings and make a run for it. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirks as he looks up at Annie as he saw her run in, her story and acting was spot on everyone had believed her as whispers of fear and robbers could be heard. “Filthy bloody bastards.. I’m sorry boys I need to take my leave and see what.. if anything they left me” he sighed as he took the fifty four gold coins and walked away from the table “I’ll be back again to try my lucky next time! If I still have a store to own that is” he watched as some of the people walked hastily outside to go guard their own houses and or stores, others were wondering if the robbers were coming this way. He walked out with Annie next to him, they were the perfect duo. He smirked as they were scott free, he turned around and looked at Annie“After paying the blacksmith we have forty eight coins left, Gotta love a man who can look after a woman” he smirked playfully as he went over to the blacksmith and paid the man for his troubles. He led the horses out all packed with gear as he passed Annie the purse of gold, as he hopped on his horse he waited for Annie to get on hers before they rode out of town looking like they were in some sort of rush. After a good ride he slowed his horse down to a gentle walk and let out a roaring laugh “Oh stupid drunk men.. never saw it coming” he looked back to Annie and smiled “You know.. you shouldn’t hide the fact you’re a female, make a name for yourself, your true self. People will think another male rides with me and when they see you as your female self they won’t fear you, that could cause issue” he chuckled and gave her a wink“Besides I like your hair down anyway” as they slowly made their way back to the gorge he wondered just what they should do next, obviously they need their own place sooner or later but where.. and how? Perhaps they should build their own place.

 

The Hallway – A Fallen Mansion.

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Re: Hallways

August 10, 2014 04:06AM

The Hallways.

When you have an angered half drunk Giant roaming the halls in search of a thief and he happens to be carrying a frilly shirt, you would be smart to approach with caution if at all. The kilt wearing Giant was furious. He had set a new mission for himself. Find the girl that had tricked him into the drinking game, wasted all the precious Scotch in the cellars, and took his money purse. His size 16 feet pounded the floor, sending through a shock wave that made the very floor boards jump in their places. Duggie grit his teeth and was heard to be calling out obscenities, about small breasted little harlots.

The Giant turned the corner, and thundered down yet another hallway – peering through every open door he came to in order to catch Amaria and shake her down for his coin purse. That was the immediate plan, but of course as his anger grew he started to see himself doing much more horrible things. Such as hanging her from a tree in the garden, or…drowning her in one of the Mansion’s many pools. Thieves…in his mind had no place in the Mansion, especially female ones. The girl had made an enemy of the Giant, the moment she stole his coin purse. Oh, he still had the frilly shirt scrunched unceremoniously in his hand. He had plans for that too. But wearing it, was not one of them.

Douglas was going to find that girl….if it was the last thing he ever did.

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Re: Hallways

August 10, 2014 04:53PM

The Hallways.

Niko had been minding his own business for once, tucked away in one of the side rooms reading a cookbook from the library on the floor. Lying on his stomach and idly flitting his tail back and forth, he had enjoyed relative peace and quiet for a few recipes before there was suddenly this huge rumbling in the halls. His chin that had been resting in his hands was suddenly displaced and he faceplanted into the floor, immediately sitting up and rubbing his nose in pain. The continued tremors vibrated the floor so roughly Niko’s balance was thrown off and he fell again on his side.

Niko jumped up to his feet and raced to the door, but before he could reach the handle, it was flung open by the other side. Niko’s eyes widened as he looked up at the imposing and towering figure on the other side, this man was impossibly tall! Was he an Oni? He only vaguely remembered Oni, but what stuck out most was their nasty temper and their strength.

“Friend, friend, why are you on a rampage?” he asked with a foxy smile, despite never having met this giant man before. He noticed the giant was holding a girly skirt in his hand, but for what reason? “Calm yourself and tell me what’s the matter? If it’s dresses you want, I’m sure we can find one in your size” he snickered to himself, keeping up his “innocent” smile all the same.

CharlotteCarrendar

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August 10, 2014 07:22PM

The Hallways.

Friend, friend, why are you on a rampage?” That would be the first thing that Duggie heard as he was making his search for the wicked little thief from the cellar. The imposing sight of the Giant clearly had not fazed the little fox like creature, who was smiling up at the Giant as though partially amused by what he was seeing. A red haired kilt wearing mountain of a man who happened to be clutching a frilly pirate looking shirt.

“Some evil bitch robbed meh of my bag of gold!'” the Giant roared, his veins again appearing on the sides of his thick neck. His ginger and silver coloured beard bristling as he jutted out his bottom lip. Well, the Giant told part of why he was upset, the mystery of the shirt was about to be told, but when the little foxy person asked him if he was after dresses, Duggie’s reddish eyebrows near shot up into his leather skull cap.

“Dresses? What kind of poncy git do you take me for? I’m a Scot…not a bleeding Jesse.” Now, you have to remember, seeing a Giant wearing a kilt, was quite a view, especially for the likes of Niko. He could see the fox creature was staring up with innocent eyes, but his snicker showed he was being cheeky to boot.

The foxy chef was walking on dangerous ground indeed, however, the Giant wondered for a moment. If the Foxy chef knew where to get a dress, maybe he could find where the girl had gotten the frilly shirt from and that way he could track down the evil wench who drank him under the table.

“Who in this hell hole of a House, makes these shirts?” Duggie asked of the Fox.

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Russo2012

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Re: Hallways

August 10, 2014 09:44PM

The Hallways.

“Robbed of your bag of gold? How unfortunate indeed” Niko replied, his eyes lighting up at the mention of it. He didn’t blame whoever the evil bitch was for stealing it, but she probably could have done a better job of it. He also didn’t know what purpose she’d use it for either, unless she was a troublemaker at heart like himself.

“I don’t know what a Scot or a Jesse is, but you don’t have to get angry at me, I just thought because you were wearing a skirt too that…..Nevermind!” Niko’s voice gradually trailed off as he ended that train of thought. This man didn’t seem to like that he implied he wore dresses, so skirts would probably be a bad thing to mention too. But what if it was a manly skirt? Maybe that would change his mind? Who knows, gotta watch out for that temper….

“I don’t know anything about making clothes, I’m just a chef, I work in the kitchen. But if I had to guess it would be one of the maids. Now maybe you can tell me what the evil bitch looks like, maybe I’ll recognize her. And we can ask around and find the gold!”

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: Hallways

August 10, 2014 10:00PM

The Hallways.

“IT’S A KILT!” The Giant roared quite offended to be told that he looked like he was wearing a skirt. What was it with this bunch of mad creatures that lived in this Mansion. Frilly shirts, dresses and skirts…on a warrior? A Scot? They all needed a good beating with a blunt object, that was what Duggie felt. It was hard for the Giant to restrain himself, as he grit his teeth and snarled at the little Foxy person.

Turns out the Fox was a chef, which made about as much sense as a Giant being a groundskeeper. Everyone in the mansion had to take a position when they had entered, and naturally being a Giant the great outdoors suited him a lot better than being a Butler…or a maid for that matter. The Giant’s head kept turning, left and then right as though he was trying to catch sight of that cheeky wench from the cellar. The Fox asked what the girl looked like and the Giant actually had to scratch his head to think.

“She…had…small tits. Flat as a board…and…she…had a bottle with her. Some poncy wine. I don’t really remember. She was….short. I think. Cheeky bitch!” If he had been trying to describe the girl to a police sketch artist he could have drawn just about any woman from the Mansion.

The Giant thought about where the Maids must hang out. Did the Mansion have a cleaning supplies room? He only knew of the big garden shed where he kept his tools. He racked his brain for a moment. Think…think. Did the Mansion have a sewing room?

The only way that they were going to find the girl was to hunt…every single room of the place. The Giant wanted first and foremost to throttle the girl…and get his gold back. THEN make her wear the shirt.

“Right!…..You…are coming with me!”

It wasn’t a request….

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Russo2012

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Re: Hallways

August 10, 2014 11:22PM

The Hallways.

Niko threw his hands up in defense when the giant man roared about his kilt, clearly that was a hot button issue that he was touching on. He had almost jumped right out of his clothes and bolted down the hall. It was quite frightening on the receiving end of the giant’s wrath, but he had more than a few tricks to get himself out of sticky situations like these to fall back on.

“Hmm, that really doesn’t stand out like anyone in particular….” Niko thought, the giant hadn’t even mentioned anything helpful besides gender. It was probably because he was so simpleminded, or at least that was the impression he was getting from the giant man. He seemed very committed at the least, which would make it difficult to get away now if he needed to.

“Aye aye, captain” Niko grinned, mock saluting the giant. It wasn’t like he really had a choice in saying no, if he ran he was sure the giant was gonna chase him. If he did escape, he did not particularly want to live always looking out for an angry giant either. “Gimme that for a second! Let me sniff it” he said impatiently, reaching up towards the impossibly far away shirt. He had a pretty darn good sense of smell as a kitsune, so maybe if he caught a scent on the shirt he could find the owner. “I have an excellent nose, just so you know” he shrugged, passing it off as modesty when he clearly didn’t mean it.

CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: Hallways

August 11, 2014 05:27AM

The Hallways.

When the Giant had been playing the drinking game with the girl in the cellar, there wasn’t a great deal of light, so really he didn’t get a very good look at her. He knew one thing though. The moment he did find her, she would be the first woman to flee. Even if he had to shake down every maid in the whole house, he was going to find her, one way or another. Little did the Giant realize in his angered state that he was giving Niko a bit of a fright. I mean, he was a very large and imposing Scot with a full head of ginger hair that was like a massive red wire Brillo pad that curled out in all directions. If you had met this same man on the battle field, you would surely run the other way, than want to go a few rounds with him with a sword. He could easily rip a man’s head clean off his shoulders, if he was mad enough.

The fox person was not all that good at being able to figure out who the girl may be from the Giant’s very…broad description. It could be anyone. But was Niko about to argue with the Giant, at the risk of being turned into a new hat? Probably not.

“Aye aye, captain” The cheeky Niko replied with a wicked grin as he gave the Giant a mock salute. Honest, if the Giant was in a right frame of mind, he would have pummeled the fox right into the floor. But instead when the fox asked to sniff the frilly shirt, the Giant could see that the little fur ball might be of great assistance. Duggie leaned forward and held the shirt so that the little fellow could get a good whiff. Niko was now the Giant’s own personal bloodhound. Between the pair of them…they were bound to find the girl, but the Mansion was large so it was going to take time.

“Let’s start….in the kitchen, laddy.” The Giant ordered, and turned on his heel and started down the hall for the first place he thought the girl might be.

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Bianchi Investigations – Aeternam Venustas (RP) – TRC.

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CharlotteCarrendar

BIANCHI INVESTIGATIONS.

Previous history of Doctor Johnathon Bianchi :

Johnathon Bianci is a descendent of the Casterly line of Angels, from so long ago, and he holds a small place in his heart for the one that captured a demon’s heart, Selene. Even though he has only read about his ancestor in books, and scrolls, the tale fascinates him to this day. As the Victorian era is a wonderful time for literature and the rise of the industrial age, he marvels as the changes that are taking place in his world, So much to learn and as they say, knowledge is power.

Having relocated his family to the United States during the 1920’s, the famous Doctor carried out his forensics and supernatural investigations but sadly without the help of his most trusted associate Reginald Blaine, who had died of old age in the 1960’s.  Reginald had married Vivenne Westlake, the nosy reporter and had three children to their credit.  Over the years, Johnathon lost contact with the descendants of the Blaines as he continued to move his offices around the country.  Now having settled in New Haven, he has managed to slip into obscurity as many of those that knew him form the old days had long since passed…or so he thought.  Little did he know that the Marulos and the Roxburgs were right around the corner.
Modern Day:

Characters:

Dr Johnathon Bianchi (Angel) – CharlotteCarrendar
Levi Bianchi – Son (Angel) – Open
Genie Bianchi – Daughter (Angel) – Open

Staff:
Miss Nellie – Maid (Angel) – Open or NPC
Cookie – House Cook – (Angel) – Open or NPC

Friends:
Reginald Blaine   (Human descendant of the Detective Reginald Blaine) – CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar

Stonewall Cottage and Gardens – Bianchi Investigations.

Stonewall Cottage and Gardens.

In the setting of beautiful Victorian styled gardens sat Stonewall Cottage.  A crackle gravel drive went around large oaks and willows to a double story garage, that was fashioned from hand cut stone blocks.  It is in this setting that we find the newly relocated office of one Doctor Johnathon Bianchi.  Having lived in various modern apartments in New York, he had moved his family and staff out to the more quaint area of New Hampshire which truly suited the Doctor’s tastes.  It had been a few weeks since the Doctor had relocated.  His son and daughter – Levi and Genie were yet to join him and his staff as they were tying up loose ends in the city with their jobs and apartments.  This was a new beginning for the entire Bianchi clan.  Having moved so much since the 1920s, the Doctor felt this was a good move for them all, and there was no doubt in his mind that there was always new investigations waiting for him, no matter what part of the country he lived in.

It was now ten o’clock, and the old grandfather clock in the hall was chiming merrily, as Miss Nellie was working on still unpacking some of the family heirlooms from old tea chests that had come from the mother country.  Some of the boxes had not been unpacked since arriving in the US all those years ago, mainly because the artefacts simply didn’t suit the decor of the houses that the Doctor lived in.  This cottage suited the Doctor and his collection to a T.  Unwrapping a gilded picture frame of the Bianchi family back in the heyday of the late 1800’s, she wistfully stared at the image of the family dressed in smart clothing, with the late Mrs Bianchi looking so happy.  Such a shame what had become of her.  The Doctor never remarried after she left, and then was found dead in suspicious circumstances.  Just another mystery; that the Doctor spent many years trying to solve.

In the kitchen, Cookie was tapping her foot to the latest tune by Katy Perry as she set about preparing a lovely morning tea for the good Doctor.  His favourite was buttermilk scones with homemade strawberry jam.  The kitchen had all the modern day appliances one would expect from such a house, and Cookie had taken to them with relish.  They made cooking all the better and a lot less work for the family Cook, who had been in the service of the Doctor since he was in his twenties.  Placing the silver tea pot on the tray, she arranged the scones on a fine porcelain plate, ready to take into the Doctor’s office.

Out on the road that ran past the Cottage, a lone figure stood.  Wearing jeans and a plaid shirt with leather jacket, he had a backpack on his back and was checking the address from his cell phone.  Glancing up at the plaque that said “Bianchi Investigations”, the young man thought to himself.  “Well, this is it.”  He walked on through the gates and headed down the gravel drive to the Cottage where he was hoping that all his questions could be answered.

LethalSin

The sounds of a car rolling down the gravel drive slowly became more present and pressing as a 1970 Dodge charger black in color began to pull down the drive way. The driver would slow before pulling up along side the male walking down the gravel drive as the tinted window rolled down to reveal a women’s face. “Hop in…” That was all that she said before she put the charger in park to wait for the male to either get in or continue walking. The women driving the car seemed to be about twenty five years in age if not a little bit younger. She wore a simple black blouse and tight form fitting yoga pants making it seem as if she had just come from a gym or something of that sort. Her name was Genie Bianchi the daughter of Johnathon Bianchi. She had just come from New York and was eager to see her father. Genie was a martial artist at heart and had been partaking in many competitions for such a thing. The thing was she seemed sweet and kind but she had a fighter’s heart and was wiling to fight for those she cared for. As she waited she would turn the radio on and allow her music to play which happened to be her favorite song. What was her favorite song might you ask? It happened to be a song by Linkin Park that was named One Step closer. As the music played she would bob her head along to the beat while drumming her fingers over the leather steering wheel.

Genie’s car.

CharlotteCarrendar

Stonewall Cottage and Gardens – Bianchi Investigations.

CharlotteCarrendar.

Reginald turned his head slightly as he heard the unmistakable roar of the dodge as it entered the grounds.  A girl with a shock of black hair offered him a ride inside, but Reginald pointed to the main house, and said politely; “I can see the main house just there.  Thanks anyways.”  As the girl drove off to park her car, Reginald continued to walk, stuffing his cellphone into his jacket pocket.  Inside his mind, he could hardly believe he was doing this.  Having travelled all the way from Chicago based on the writings in a journal he discovered in his great grandfather’s possessions in an old attic, Reginald was following a dream.  Would the people within this house know of his ancestor?  The great Detective of Scotland yard.  The writings in the journal were like reading a novel, a personal account of his life, and that of his wife, Vivienne Westlake.  What struck him most however, was the Detective’s friendship with the Doctor.  Doctor Johnathon Bianchi.  So much of what was written was almost hard to believe and he was sure that most of the writings never were published, as they were fanciful at best.  Supernatural creatures haunting the streets of London town?  He had the tattered journal safe within his backpack.  Reginald had brought it this far, and he hoped that the ancestors of Doctor Bianchi could shed some light on the mysteries within its pages.

On reaching the front door, he turned his head slightly to see the young girl park her car.  Dressed casually, she was a pretty thing, he had to admit.  Reginald had an eye for beautiful women, and this girl was intriguing.  Standing on the front porch, Reginald raised his fist and knocked twice, before stepping back and waiting for the door to be answered.

When the door opened however, Reginald was taken aback by the sight of the maid.  She looked like she had stepped out of the show; Upstairs Downstairs, and was holding an old feather duster in her hand.  When she saw him however, the feather duster slipped from her fingers and she clutched her chest.  “Saints be alive….”  To Miss Nellie it was like seeing a ghost, only…he was very real.  Her jaw moved almost of its own accord, as she struggled to find composure.  The man looked exactly like the late Reginald Blaine.  It had been years since his passing, and yet, here stood his likeness.  Reginald was stunned by the young woman’s reaction and took a step forward.  “Are you alright, Miss?”  Spoken with a distinct american accent, unlike that of his ancestor.  Fanning herself, the maid, then nodded rapidly, and asked.  “Can…can I help you?”  It was an obvious question of course.  Reginald then replied.  “I’m actually looking for…well, a relation of the famous Doctor Bianchi?  I have this journal…”  But before he could finish, a deep voice called out from his office.

“Send him in, Nellie.”

Johnathon knew this day would come.  He had waited many years.

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LethalSin

Stonewall Cottage and Gardens – Bianchi Investigations.

Genie would shrug before driving off to park her 1970 dodge charger off to the side and out of the way. Slowly she would step out of the car before walking to the door and stopping beside the male. As she waited for the door to be answered she would cast a wary glance at him as if he seemed familiar but she shrugged it off. It was then the door opened to Nellie the maid before Genie slipped passed her and called out. “Father….I’m home..” It was clear Genie had much to tell her father from the way her voice rang out joyous and bubbly. Then with a frown she would stand in the hall before hearing her father call out from his office. Silently she trotted down the halls following his voice before stopping outside the door and knocking politely. “Father? May I come in?”

CharlotteCarrendar

Doctor Bianchi’s Office – Bianchi Investigations.

CharlotteCarrendar.

Doctor Bianchi’s Office.

It seemed that there was not just one at the door, but two.  Genie could be heard singing out for her father, after walking past Reginald – who was still waiting to be shown through.  Miss Nellie bobbed a small curtsey as she was still very much set in her ways of time past.  Reginald had already sort of met the girl in the driveway, and it was clear she was related to the Doctor.  Holding onto his back pack strap, Reginald heard the deep toned voice call for him to be shown in.  Miss Nellie stepped back and gestured with her hand for Reginald to enter.

“Thank you so much.”  Reginald offered as he went to walk past the maid.  Miss Nellie asked of him; “Shall I take your bag, Sir?”  As it was normal for her to take a guest’s hat, bag and coat.  Reginald was not used to this kind of attention and said that he would rather hang on to it.  Giving a light nod of her head, Miss Nellie showed Reginald through to the office door, which had the Doctor’s name written on a small plaque on the door.  She reached for the door handle and then opened it, for both Genie and Reginald.

Sitting inside at an old wooden desk, that was covered in papers, photographs and odd old cups of tea, was none other than the Doctor.  Johnathon Bianchi.  The same Doctor who had treated women for hysteria back in the late 1800’s, the same Doctor who had mounted and solved many investigations in the dark back alleys and haunted houses of London and the surrounding shires and towns.  The office walls were laden with Doctrates, framed photographs that dated back to the early 1800’s and newspaper clippings of some of the more shocking cases that were ever to be printed.  Cookie came in through the side door that was attatched to the Office from the southern end of the house.  She spotted Reginald and immediately her jaw fell open.  This was going to be awkward.  Johnathon could see Cookie’s distress, and cleared a space on his desk for her to put down the tray.

“More cups for tea, Cookie.  We have guests.”  The Doctor offered, as he then shot a look at Genie and winked.  “How was the city, Genie?”  He could see by how she was dressed that she had only just come back.  Cookie fussed and placed down the tray, before taking up all the dirty cups that the Doctor had scattered all over his office.  Every time she looked at Reginald, it was like…she was seeing a Ghost.  Reginald was too busy taking in everything.  From the decor of the room, to that of the Doctor, who was wearing clothes that were well over a century or more old.  Johnathon gestured for Genie and Reginald to take a seat each, while Miss Nellie closed the door to the office.  No doubt she would be eavesdropping.  This was simply something to incredulous to miss.

Reginald sat himself down in one of the antique velvet covered chairs, but not before removing the back pack from his back and setting it down on the floor near his leg.  The journal from his great grandfather was inside.  At first Reginald appeared lost for words.  It was like he had stepped back in time almost, until his eyes looked up to the top of the display case for skulls and other forensic samples only to see a photograph.  His eyes widened as he stared at the photograph for a while.  Johnathon could see where the young man was looking, and knew this was when the penny was about to drop.

“Allow me to introduce myself.  I am Doctor Johnathon Bianchi.  And yes….that man in the photograph…..is your great grandfather.  Detective Reginald Blaine.  Scotland Yard.”

Reginald was shocked, to say the least.  This was too incredulous to be true.  “My great grandfather has been dead for over fifty years.  You can’t be the same man he knew.  How is it even possible?”  Reginald asked.  He looked at Genie as if she might know the answers.  Cookie coughed and then left the room.  She too knew the original Detective and always enjoyed the times he visited the Doctor.  They were the best of friends.

The Doctor placed his palms together and drummed his fingers, as he stared the young man, who was a dead ringer for Reg.

“A mystery….to be certain, Reginald.  I take it, you have many other questions for me.  Don’t worry, we have all morning.”

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DownTown Seattle (6) – Lipstick Lies!

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Ame, Bert, characters, creative, drama, Jane, Lipstick Lies!, music, Pandora, role play., Simone, song, story, writing

With Ame and Simone heading off for an Italian lunch, across town; Pandora heads to Jane’s flowers to catch up with her bubbly blonde friend. What a surprise is in store for our biker babe.  Welcome to Lipstick Lies!

 

 

AdalindaChusi

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Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 22, 2014 12:12PM

Once Upon A Time Baby Store – Seattle

Ame got out of her car to only walk around and followed Simone into the store as she walked around to look at all of the things that there was for newborns. the one thing that she did not know was the gender of the child as she picked up a onsie, feeling the cloth and texture as she looked upon the design that a company had placed on the cotton shirt. She continued to look around then glanced up to only see the store clerks look at her and whisper to each other about how she looked. She gave a soft growl under her breath as she did not like to be judged but held her tongue from lashing out at those who judged her just by the way she looked.

With that, she looked over to only see Simone conversing with those two men she had saw previously and decided to walk towards the door, not wanting to be around judging people. All the while she had looked around and shopped, Ame was now guided towards the door by Simone with her saying, “We could look at baby things some other time. How about we go find that steam punk clothing store you were talking about.”

“I think that would be the best idea for right now. The store clerks who were working the cash register was giving me weird looks since I walked in in steam punk clothing. It was like they had never seen such attire before in their fragile lives,” With the tone of Ame’s voice, it was clear that she was annoyed that she did not approve of being judged and it pissed her off. In her mind, she thinks people need to get to know someone before judging. It is not always good to judge books by their covers.

“Then after we do shopping, do you want to come back to my mansion to have some authentic Italian cuisine?” Ame asked Simone, turned to look at her as she stopped by her car, smiling softly as she hoped that Simone would accept though she had to make sure that her dearest friend could not drink an ounce of booze.

LadyBelz

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 26, 2014 10:23PM

Jane’s Flower Shop

She didn’t know how time worked where he was from but it had been almost 3 weeks since Pandora had seen Brock and she was missing him terribly. She was left worrying for his safety and praying that he was all right.

She had puttered between work and home all that time in an effort to alleviate her boredom but falling asleep at night, alone is when the ache for him became unbearable.

It was beginning to make her feel sick.

She had been sitting at breakfast, nursing a cup of tea, as that was all her stomach seemed to want to keep, when an advertisement in the newspaper caught her attention. It was for Jane’s flowershop, advertising a new shipment of summer roses that were on sale.

“I haven’t seen Jane and Jason since Hawaii.” she murmured. Nodding to herself, she cleaned up the kitchen and headed to her bedroom to dress. True to her word, she had embraced her new color scheme and had a closet full of clothing in not only her standard black and gray, but a variety of bright and airy colors as well. She chose a light pink off shoulder tank and a pair of tight fitting blue jeans before slipping into a pair of black combat boots. Tying her hair up in a messy ponytail, she headed out to the garage for her bike. She slipped on her helmet, pausing for a moment as a wave of dizziness swept over her. She hoped she wasn’t coming down sick.

She waited for the room to stop spinning and after a few moments it did so. Taking no chances, she gave herself another 15 minutes before she deemed herself well enough to go on. She wheeled the bike out of the garage before closing the doors and setting the alarm. Reving the engine, she charged down the driveway and out onto the street, unaware that she was being followed.

She parked on the curb in front of Jane’s and after securing her helmet, went inside. The bell jingled over the door as she entered and she glanced about. The store was slightly busy as both men and women were about buying items for loved ones. The smell of fresh flowers permeated the air and Pandora took a moment to inhale their lush scents.

She looked about for Jane and saw her at the checkout counter, wrapping up an order for an elderly woman. She sauntered over with a smile.

“Hey Janey!” Pandora greeted her warmly.

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CharlotteCarrendar

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Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 27, 2014 02:38AM

Jane’s Flower Shop

Jane’s flower shop was the place where things were blooming. Sales too. It had been a few months since that Hawaiian holiday that ended with both good and bad things happening to Jane. Finding out her so called bride was actually a hustler that conned her out of her life savings, then meeting the man that would sweep her off her feet, the charming Doctor Jason Lumbard. When they got back from the holiday, Jason, with the help of the FBI and local law enforcement set up a sting operation, which would catch Mikayla and her so called husband in a net that was not only televised on the local television stations, but also ended up on many social media outlets like facebook. With the game up, they came clean on previous charges, as well as those placed by lawyers representing Jane. In the end, she was able to recoup her missing money, as well as having her credit record cleared. Mikayla and her husband were now serving eight year sentences, with a no parole clause. This brought piece of mind to Jane, and now she could concentrate on her little flower shop once more, and of course her romance with the attractive Doctor Lumbard.

The days sales for the new shipment of roses was going to be a record breaker for sure. Jane even had to hire some help with the amount of traffic that were flooding through her doors, after a successful marketing campaign in the local press. The register was chiming merrily, and out the back, Kristina, Jane’s apprentice was making up a series of new bouquets for the outside bucket displays. Wearing a purple smock that had the logo “Jane’s flowers and gifts”, Jane was behind the counter, handing over a bunch of lilies to one of her older clients. It was only when she heard the sweet voice of Pandora, that Jane came down off her sales high.

“Panny! Oh my goodness, look at you. All…cherry cheeks!” She came running out from behind the counter and hugged her good friend with much exuberance. Letting her go for but a minute, she giggled and then flashed her left hand at Pandora. “Jason and I got engaged!” she beamed, as the diamond ring on her hand twinkled and sparkled under the flower shop lighting. “I’ve been so busy I haven’t had the chance to send out the announcements.”

It was true. After the arrests of Mikayla and her husband, Jason got down on one knee after a candle lit dinner and proposed to his sweetheart Jane. It wasn’t hard to believe, since they were a match made in heaven in the last days of the Hawaiian holiday. With more customers entering the store, Jane sang out for her mother, who happened to be bringing out more stock, if she would take over the register, so Jane could spend more time with her good friend Pandora. Jane’s mother beamed at Pandora and waved madly, before taking an order of roses from a rather tall man with long black hair.

With the shop being manned, Jane threaded her arm through Pan’s and led her over to the little coffee nook, to sit down and catch up with some gossip.

“So, how’s Brock? Ooo and how is the new house coming along? I know you wanted help with the gardens.”

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LadyBelz

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 28, 2014 07:17AM

Jane’s Flowers – Coffee Shop

Jane was happy to see her and left the shop in her mother’s capable hands so she and Pandora could play catch-up with their lives. Pandora was surprised when Jane announced that she and Jason were engaged but she was very pleased for the vibrant young woman. She had seen in the news that her ex and her so-called husband had been brought up on several Federal charges and were now spending all their free time in prison. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer couple.

“So, how’s Brock? Ooo and how is the new house coming along? I know you wanted help with the gardens.”

“The house is great actually. I finally got things where they needed to be. The gardens and yard could use some of your TLC though.” she grinned. She glanced away for a moment, a sad look in her eyes at the mention of Brock. “I…don’t really know how Brock is. He’s been gone for the past month.” She linked her fingers together before looking up at Jane. There was a look on Jane’s face that Pandora had never seen before. She looked angry. “No! It’s nothing like you’re thinking. We’re not fighting again. He’s a…soldier and he got called in for…active duty for a war from where he’s…originally from.” She mentally slapped herself. That sounded lame by even her standards but how does one tell someone like Jane about where Brock really is? No, Pandora was better off keeping that to herself for now. “I haven’t heard from him and I don’t know if he’s alive or dead. I’m worried, stressed and sick to my stomach thinking something’s happened to him.”

CharlotteCarrendar

849

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 28, 2014 09:24PM

Jane’s Flowers – Coffee Shop

When Pandora turned away a second, Jane reached over and grabbed her hands, rubbing the tops with her thumbs as she listened to the latest dramas that were affecting Pandora’s relationship. Brock was off fighting a war and had left his love at home. Jane’s lips pouted as she listened, and the girl tried her darnedest to show affection for her friend in need.

“Panny…you poor thing. And here I am blabbing on about my engagement, and you are missing your man.” Jane’s voice was chirpy as always but riddled with compassion. She gave Pandora’s hand a pat with her own and then brightened considerably as she had an idea.

“Why don’t Jason and I come and stay the weekend and work on your garden, and we can have a great time. Take your mind off your worries and stress. Hmm?’

Jane truly had Pandora’s best interests at heart.

“I can get Momma to fill in for me here, and besides, Jason is dying to see you again. You know how you two got on on that holiday. He considers you to be like a sister to him.”

Taking her hands away, Jane waits to hear what Pandora thinks of the idea. All around customers are filling in the doors, and there is a great deal of background noise and babble. Jane’s flower shop is not only a wonderful place to buy flowers, it is also a bit of a social hub.

Just then, a booming voice is heard across the room, and a leather clad bikie entered the shop. Jane’s Momma squealed and ran out from behind the counter. “BERT!….You’re back!”

Bert, was Jane’s older brother. A hardened looking sort, but when he opened his mouth…..

“Momma…Momma! Just got back in from the Texas rally. Duke sends his love!” Bert lifted up his Momma and twirled her around, as he wiggled his fingers at Jane. “Janey! I love your hair. Can you get me a light Mocca milkshake with a caramel swirl…and a bagel. I miss those things.”

Jane squealed and then introduced Bert to her friend.

“Panny..meet Bert, my brother!”

<3>

LadyBelz

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 28, 2014 09:59PM

Jane’s Flowers

Pandora was never more greatful to have such a great friend as Jane. She never expected when she went to Hawaii that she would ever make another friend in her life. Jane made an offer of her and Jason coming over to spend the weekend at the house so Pandora wouldn’t feel so lonely.

“I couldn’t ask you to disrupt your lives for me, Jane. I wouldn’t feel right about it.” Pandora tried to argue.

“I can get Momma to fill in for me here, and besides, Jason is dying to see you again. You know how you two got on on that holiday. He considers you to be like a sister to him.”

“Jane…” Pandora sighed. Jane gave her the cute baby look that got her anything she wanted and not even Pandora was immune. She sighed. “Okay, fine. I’d enjoy the company.” she smiled.

Jane was about to reply when a booming voice and the excited chattering of Jane’s mother caught everyone’s attention. Pandora looked over to see a large man engulfing Jane’s mother in a hug of epic proportions. Then he spotted Jane and asked for a milkshake, striding over and pulling the perky blonde into another hug.

The two turned to look at Pandora, who had an eyebrow arched in amusement. Despite the man’s rough exterior, he had the same expression on his face that Jane was currently sporting. It was a far-gone conclusion they were related.

“Panny..meet Bert, my brother!”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bert.” Pan grinned, holding out her hand. “I heard you were at a rally? What kind of wheels you ride?”

 

CharlotteCarrendar

849

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 28, 2014 10:32PM

Jane’s Flowers

Handed his milkshake by one of the staffers in the Flower shop, Bart beamed when asked what kind of wheels he rode and what was the rally about. Moving to the table where Jane and Pandora were sitting, he placed down the milkshake after taking a sip then politely answered Pandora’s questions.

“Harley fat boy. Had it for years and she still rides sweet. The rally was one for the Hospital up there in Texas. Ride for charity for the cancer kids. We raise thousands of dollars on the ride across the states, and then have a big picnic fun day for the kids and staff at the hospital.”

His harley was parked out side, and it was a beaut. Bert’s pride and joy. Taking a sip of his milkshake, he asked. “So you’re a friend of Jane’s?’ It was a reasonable question, as he had not met Pandora before. Jane got up and reached for his bagel and then placed it before her brother.

“We met on my doomed Haiwaiin holiday. She’s a bike enthusiast too!” Jane said with a lot of pride.

“Oh? That bike out the front was yours?’ Now it seemed Pandora had made a new like minded friend, when it came to machines. “She’s a beaut.”

<3>

LadyBelz

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 28, 2014 10:53PM

Jane’s Flowers

When Bert stated what kind of wheels he had, Pandora had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from drooling. Harley Fat Boys were simply gorgeous pieces of art. The horsepower alone was enough to make her want to cream her jeans. He explained about the rally and how the money raised was used for the hospital children’s cancer ward. She comended him on doing such a worthy cause.

He wanted to know how Pandora knew his sister and Jane explained how they met in Hawaii and the fact that Pandora was a bike lover herself. Bert looked intrigued.

“Oh? That bike out the front was yours?”

“Yep!” Pandora grinned. “A 1998 MV Agusta F4CC. Built her engine myself. She’s my pride and joy.”

“She’s a beaut.” Bert agreed.

“Had a bit of a bad moment some months ago. Bad crash, had to rebuild her frame and exhaust system. Scared the hell out of me. Only one man I trust to touch my baby and it’s a sad thing there’s only one motorcycle repair shop in this whole damn town. Looking to open my own shop soon. Just haven’t found the right place for it.”

CharlotteCarrendar

849

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 29, 2014 05:44PM

Jane’s Flowers

Bert was very interested to hear Pandora’s tale about how she had a bad crash on the bike outside. To look at it, you wouldn’t have ever believed that it had fallen over, let alone been nearly written off. A complete rebuild of the frame and exhaust would have been a great deal of painstaking work. A true mechanic took care of Pandora’s baby and Bert nodded in agreement that there was only one decent repair shop in town. When she said that she was looking to open her own shop, and that she had yet to find the right place, Bert suddenly brightened.

“I happen to own a large industrial complex that has a vacant section, ideal for your needs. The guy that had it before ended up having to move his business out of state due to family issues. A divorce or something. Anyways, the rent is pretty fair, and it has enough power to meet the needs of a bike shop. Plus…I happen to know that you would get a flood of customers, since…well, I could use someone talented to take care of my Fat Boy. What do you say?”

Jane was practically bouncing in her seat at the idea.

“Panny….that sounds like a great idea. Bert is a great landlord, and his biker group would be your first customers. Think about all that leather and chrome.” Jane was more enthusiastic than Bert. Bert stared at his sister oddly.

“Since when did you have a leather fetish?’

“Err…..I hung out with your pals…it…happens.”

Bert chortled at the idea of his sister being a biker babe. “You just stick to the Doctor. By the way, how is Jason?”

Jason and Bert had become good friends since he hooked up with Bert’s sister Jane. “He’s overworked, as usual. But I am going to twist his arm so that we can spend the weekend at Pandora’s.” She gave Pandora a wink cause she knew this had been discussed.

Bert finished off his bagel, then stood up with his milkshake in hand. “I’m going to talk to Momma before I head back home to do some cleaning.” He then offered his hand to Pandora. “Nice meeting you, Miss Pan.” He left one of his business cards with Pandora, so she could contact him later about the shop space in his lot.

<3>

LadyBelz

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 29, 2014 09:45PM

Jane’s Flowers

“I happen to own a large industrial complex that has a vacant section, ideal for your needs. The guy that had it before ended up having to move his business out of state due to family issues. A divorce or something. Anyways, the rent is pretty fair, and it has enough power to meet the needs of a bike shop. Plus…I happen to know that you would get a flood of customers, since…well, I could use someone talented to take care of my Fat Boy. What do you say?” Bert stated. Pandora stared at him in surprise as he handed her his business card.

“Thank you!” she told him. “I’ll definitely think about it.” She slipped his card into her jeans pocket as he went off to speak to his mother. She looked at Jane with a grin on her face. “Your brother is something else.” she complimented her.

——

Once Upon A Time Baby Store

And just like that, the conversation was over. Simone and her friend left the store, Simone holding the business card Jim had given her. Once they were gone, Jim looked at Tom, who was looking a bit sad at the way the talk had ended.

“I got carried away again, didn’t I?” Thomas stated in a morose tone. It broke Jim’s heart.

“I’m sorry, babe. I was just trying to be realistic. We know absolutely nothing personal about her and she doesn’t know us. I know you want a baby badly. I do as well. But we have to do this right. I do not want repeat of last time. It nearly killed us.” Jim explained, wrapping his lover in his arms for a comforting hug. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” Jim sighed, pressing a kiss to Tom’s lips, letting him know he was not angry with his lover.

“You …wanna go get a bite?…A coffee?” Tom sighed. Jim hated seeing him so down in the dumps and he took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Tell you what…I’ll take you to that French restaurant you like so much and you can have anything off the menu you want. Even those expensive oysters you keep drooling over.” Jim stepped close, wrapping an arm around Thomas’s waist. “Then we can go home and…” He whispered something down and dirty into Thomas’s ear, hoping to put a grin on his partner’s face.

CharlotteCarrendar

849

Re: (RP) Downtown Seattle

July 30, 2014 02:52AM

Jane’s Flowers

Jane couldn’t help but agree. Her brother Bert was a real original. All rough looking but beneath it all he was a cuddly teddy bear, who would help anyone he could. Watching Pandora pocket the business card, she smiled. “He’ll give you a good deal. I know it.”The bubbly blonde smirked as she heard her mother whoop at being picked up in a bear hug by her son. He was much like his father in a lot of ways, and keen on showing affection any way he could. Jane’s family were like that. Close knit and incredibly loving.

The register continued to chime, as more patrons entered the doors. The newest batch of roses was a huge hit and Jane was selling them at a reasonable price per bunch.

Jane took out her cell and asked Pandora for her address, so that Jason and her would be able to find it easily without getting lost.

“I’m so excited to see your new home, Panny. We are going to have a wonderful time this weekend, with me in your garden, and Jason cooking in your kitchen.”

Once Upon a Time Baby Store

How could Tom possibly stay pouty when his lover kindly offered to take him to his favorite French restaurant. His eyes lit up at the thought of devouring a dozen oysters in the ambiance of a classic french setting with classical music being played in the background. Thomas was something of a hopeless romantic at times.

Feeling Jim wrap his arms around him, and then kiss his lips softly, there was no way he could remain in a dour mood.
Not only that, Jim was happy to take him home afterwards for some afternoon delight.

“Race you to the car!” Thomas said in a voice loud enough to be heard by the sales people in the baby store. Who would have known that the way to a man’s heart was…well…you guess the rest.

Outside Once upon a Time

Simone watched as the gay couple went out of the store and then headed off to the car park where they had their car. She was concerned about how keen Thomas was over wanting to adopt her baby. The idea to adopt the child out had just come to her, then and there. It all felt a bit overwhelming when Thomas looked like he was going to jump at her and shake the baby out of her body.

Rubbing her hand over her small swollen belly, she went to get in Ame’s car. Ame had been really kind to Simone, considering everything that had happened, and letting her stay at her home for the duration of the pregnancy. Time would tell of course just how that would go. Could Simone ever behave?

Getting in the passenger side door, she closed it with a click and threaded the seat belt over herself.

“Lunch then?” Simone asked, ready to enjoy some Italian fare.

<3>

 

White Wolf – Part Nine.

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Blood Elves, Cali, characters, couple, creative writing., Eryda, love, roleplay, romance, supernatural, theme, vampires, White Wolf, Witchers, WoW, Xo

White Wolf 

Part Nine 

“Reunited” 

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: He watches as Eryda jumped off her horse, with sword in hand she took lead after accepting his request, you could smell them before you could see them as they gave off a most unpleasant odour. “ Frost trolls are a lot stronger than were’s, you best stay on Mersa for safety Cali.” he slid off Mersa leaving Cali to sit on her by her lonesome, as he watched Eryda’s figure walk up into the distance he followed suit keeping his distance enough to give her room but he still wanted to watch her fight the vial creatures. With Mersa and Eryda’s horse following up behind, the townspeople had their doors locked fully aware of the situation by now some even peeked through the windows to watch the upcoming battle. “ I will step in if you can’t handle it” he smirked whilst he said this, almost a playful taunt he knew she would bite back as he looked her up and down with an arched brow, he loved her for her personality and her body. The frost trolls had seemed to have broken into the towns live stock as the cries of animals started to echo throughout the mountain terrain, it was up to Eryda to deal with them this time, he stood there waiting for the battle to start, his lip still bleeding as the trail of blood started to drip down to his chin it didn’t bother him and it never came to him that it may drive Cali stir crazy.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With each step carefully taken, Eryda listened for signs of where the Frost trolls were in the vicinity of the town. Shutters and doors slammed, while frightened villagers huddled inside, knowing better than to take on such beasts on their own. More powerful and vicious than the weres they lived up to their namesake. Xo of course alighted from the Warg and advised Cali to remain on the massive wolf like beast. The blood Elf’s face grew sad from not being able to join in the battle, but she knew better now than to argue with the Witcher. Especially now that his wife had joined them in their quest. Up ahead, Eryda came to a stop – her ears pricked to hear the sounds of animals being slaughtered and most terribly by the Frost trolls. The cattle yards no doubt is where the Frost trolls struck. About to take a step in that direction, she overheard her mate say that he would step in if she could not handle it. A light shake of her head was all he got from her. To think that she needed his help when it came to a pack of Frost trolls. ”Protect your client.” She shot back with as she took off towards the animal enclosure in a sprint. Her speed and agility were well noted. Leaping up onto a railing, she could see four frost trolls, two of which were fighting over a cow, the other two were already half way through some sheep. Balancing on the railing, she then leapt down doing a forward somersault. A loud cry erupting from her lips that was sure to get their attention all too late. The first Frost troll reared up, covered in sheeps blood, and she drove her sword right into it’s chest, and then tore the blade upwards – cutting it right open up to its neck. It shrieked horribly, dropping to its knees, while the others released their kills and moved in on the red witcher. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she ran off into the darkness seeking out the frost trolls, she could handle herself he knew that for a fact. Turning back he walked towards Cali as he came to a stop just next to her left leg, glancing around the town they were used to the frost trolls in a town like this, no one really bothered they all knew what to do. Most men ventured to the local tavern in groups to make it slightly safer, the streets were lit with burning torches, fire was something frost trolls despised, it resembled light and fire of course, two things they were weak against. They would need to find a room to spend the night in for the night after Eryda was through playing with the trolls, he glanced up to Cali as he wondered just how long she could last without feeding, would she be hungry again it had been quite awhile since she last fed. “ After the masters are alerted to this, we venture to the mundane, be prepared for anything once we are there.” He turned his back to Cali as he peered around in the darkness keeping a look out, he could hear Eryda screaming out a warriors battle cry as he knew the fight was now in full force. A slight smirk chiseled its way across his face as he knew she would do him proud. : Vlad was sitting on his throne his eyes closed as the day turned to night, for the vampires who never slept this meant nothing. He was thinking.. planning his next move, but first he needed the formalities out of the way, to convene a council, put people in their proper titles such as commanders in the new army and to help run the kingdom, lastly he needed to choose a bride.. he could smell the sweet scent of the many females that roamed these halls, wearing clothing that only showed off and emphasized their features, as they seductively walked about while eyeing him off. They all wanted to be his bride, although female vampires were the dominate ones in the vampire race and the higher ranking of the sex’s he was their king and they needed to equally show him respect without making themselves look weak or less dominate than he, it was a chess game something that needed to either be done boldly or delicately and over time; who chose what path was up to each female. Although each female was.. as beautiful as the last, that was his problem they each were just as beautiful as each other. Although his own preferences were known throughout the kingdom, much like his blessings of silver. He was the strongest and tallest male vampire in the kingdom a true warrior, but the female he would want by his side.. was yet to show herself, he imagined her with black hair much like his own.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The closeness now between Cali and the Witcher had her finding herself almost salivating. It was hard to describe, let alone contain such a craving that she had for his life force – his essence. She could still see the stain from drops of blood that trailed along his bottom lip and she licked her only lips. If only…if only. The torchlight was the only light offered that night to ward off those lurking in the shadows. But with her shining green eyes, Cali could see perfectly well in the dark. Brought back to what he was saying when Xo mentioned the mundane village being their port of call after they deal with the council, she remembered that that was where her husband was. Some hideous mundane Queen had him her slave, and that was something she was going to fight to change. Staying seated on the Warg, Cali offered. ”We can start off again before dawn. Once your mate has finished dealing with the Frost trolls.” What she wanted to say or rather ask was how would his mate feel if she needed to feed off him in her presence. That was always in the back of her mind. In the distance, you could hear Eryda’s blood curdling war cry. A head rolled out from under one of the cattle yard fences, as she felled yet another Frost troll where he stood. The other two knew that if they continued to fight, she would end them as well, and so they both gave up their kills and fled off into the night. Her face bloody and her chest heaving from exertion, she sheathed her blade, and simply started to walk back towards where she had left Xo and the Blood Elf. No doubt she was going to need a bath. :: In the Vampire castle, word had spread of the rise of the new King, as the former Queen had made a hasty retreat after her declaration of war with the Witcher race. Now all the females of the court were passing the King’s throne, each more beautiful than the next. But one of the last to bring up the rear was a girl that was far different than all the others. She had skin like porcelain, eyes the reddest of red that were hued with a light grey sheen. Full lips and onxy coloured hair that flowed down and rested just above her ass. Taller than the rest, she walked with a refined air. A noble, there was no question about it, and one that would be ideal as a future bride of the new King. Her name…Xyira. <3>

IceTe3a: He heard the soft footsteps that had to be his wife Eryda as he turned around, watching as she came out of the darkness covered in blood and sweat with a simple smirk. He smiled as he walked up to greet her, grabbing her shin with his index finger and thumb he moved her face around as his yellow hues examined her fine skin, looking for any wounds that may have occurred, he was very protective of her and this was one of his ways of showing her he loved her. Reaching into his jacket with his free hand he pulled out a concoction of herbs in liquid form, something he always brewed up for Eryda to keep her fit and healing strong, since she didn’t have the same healing replenishment he did; his alchemy helped her healing and usually gave her a few vials before she left amongst teaching her basic herbology and alchemy. His thumb let go of her chin only to press against her bottom lip, pressing down on it her lips parted willingly as he poped the top of the vial “Drink this, darling. “ he said simply as he placed the open vial to her lips as he slowly tipped it into her mouth he watched with a slight smile of a lover. Waiting for her to finish drinking he closed the cap and placed it into his jacket once more, his thumb slipped from her lips as they bounced close, now taking her chin again he pulled her in slowly bringing her to a kiss as he kissed her with a loving passion for but a moment before pulling back “Well done “ he said as he turned to face the same way she was, his arm wrapped around her back as his fingers wrapped gently around her side. Leading her towards Cali he nodded towards the Tavern “Food some drink and find a room for the night, then we shall resupply and continue. Cali, go ahead into the Tavern I need to speak to Eryda alone for a moment” he said this while looking at Cali, as he waited for her to leave and enter the Tavern he turned to face his lover and smiled. “Cali.. needs to feed, She feeds on the magical life force of others. As you know my life force cannot be drained so easily.”he sighed slightly as his eyes met hers, he went silent for a moment “She’s feeding off mine, so she doesn’t kill others it’s for the best until the jobs done. “ he didn’t know how Eryda would take this, he only knew she could quite possibly be pissed that someone else was touching what was rightfully hers. : As they passed, he sat there listening to their feet tapping against the floor, he did not bother to open an eye to glance at any of them. He was waiting to see who would be brave enough, it was no secret he liked it rough, he liked his women to be beautiful and affectionate but dominating and rough at the same time, a rare thing to find in deed like the perfect blood flower. A scent hit his nose as he took it in, his eyes shot open as he glanced directly at one particular female for a moment, she was beautiful.. stunning even, taller than the rest of the females by far; her skin looked soft and delicate as her eyes had a look to them that could not be denied, he was examining her for but a second before he closed his eyes again. It was more than he gave to any other female before she had obviously sparked his interest for a moment, he couldn’t deny that she looked exactly like the female he would want, but looks were not everything to him as he leaned back into his chair the back of his head resting against the throne itself as each arm spread against the arm rest, he wanted a female that wasn’t afraid to inflict pain.. to dominate.. to love. He wanted more than someone who just wanted to improve their social status but that was a hard find, although the female vampires took quite easy to harming males, using them as their toys he wanted all that and more he wanted a female to claim him as hers and only want him. Soon he would have to retire from his throne and start working through other details that needed his attention.

CharlotteCarrendar:- With a welcoming gaze the red witcher stopped before her mate, and allowed him to administer the vial that would help replenish her after her battle with the Frost trolls. She closed her eyes, drinking down the last drop, till opening them and finding that her love had swept her into his arms and sealed the drink with a kiss. She kissed back just as fiercely, only to then be swung back in the direction of the Warg and of course the blood elf. The Blood elf had waited quietly, not really ready to try and engage in conversation with Eryda. She just didn’t feel it was her place. The couple walked back together – unified, and this made up for all the months that they were apart. Already in the back of Eryda’s mind she was planning how to spend their first night alone together, but as she thought this, Xo went to ask the Blood Elf to go off ahead, as he wished to speak to Eryda alone. Once the two had been left, Eryda looked at Xo quizzically, wondering what it was that he wanted to talk to her about without the Blood elf in ear shot. What he had to say had her jaw fall open. ”She feeds off you?” It seemed simply to incredulous to believe, till it was explained that it stopped her killing anything else along the way out of hunger. ”Forgive me, but…I really don’t like another woman…sinking her fangs into you, let alone touching you. It was bad enough that I thought Valencia had finally gotten her way.” Eryda broke free from his hold, as she turned her back for a moment. Normally she wouldn’t care, for she knew that his love for her was true but she had never come across this type of situation before. She didn’t doubt Xo’s fidelity, she simply didn’t like the idea of another woman getting ideas. Looking back over her shoulder, she had to ask. ”What if she becomes addicted to you? Hmm? Have you ever considered that?” It was a very good question. :: Xyria stopped before the King, and went into a low curtsey that showed off ample bosom that was strapped down beneath what was a Victorian styled gown. Sheer black cloth only accentuated the smooth curves of her form. ”M’lord.” her voice was rich and sultry, but had a rough edge to it. ”I am Xyria, a dark child with very strong tastes in the exotic.” The smile that appeared on her lips oozed sexuality and prowess. She could have any man that she so desired, and right now, she wanted the King. Boldly she took the steps up that led to the throne, and then circled the throne, like a black panther that stalked its prey. Her scent was unlike the others, leaving one light headed. She finally stopped at the side of the throne, and purred. ”Shall we play a game?” <3>

IceTe3a: A simple smile against his lips as he knew Eryda was jealous of the thought in another woman touching him, her question was well within reason as she turned her back to him. Walking up slowly to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her back in against his chest, his chin simply came to rest on her shoulder. He kept quiet for a moment as he thought about the question as he gave her a sideways glance “We will have to do better than that, re unite her with her husband and send them on their way before it happens.. he chuckled slightly as he gave her a light nudge “Kind of sounds like a challenge, suited for people of our skill, think we’re up for the challenge? It should prove dangerous… She will need to feed tonight. he smiled and kissed her neck giving her a light squeeze “I will organize her a separate room away from ours, allow her to feed and then, come back to you just in time for your bath. Go now get us a room and wait for me” He smiled as he led her into the tavern, giving Eryda a slap on the ass he left her on her on for a small while. He walked over to the counter and paid for two rooms on opposite ends of the building throwing Eryda the key to their room he smiled giving her a wink. As he turned he could see Cali in the far end, slowly he approached her, his fresh blood still dripping from his lip “Come I will show you to your room, and you need to feed” he took her by the arm and slowly lead her down the hall to her room, as he opened the door he placed the key on the side table by the door and walked straight in waiting for cali to walk through he was standing with his back to her in the middle of the room. : He could hear her footsteps as she came up and introduced herself as Xyria, he listened as she circled his throne, her scent was seductive and potent to capture the heart of any man. He did not show off that he was interested though as she continued to examine him, he wanted to see just what she was going to do. She had proposed to play a game, he did not want to come off easy or desperate as he waved her off “I am no child, go play games with the children if you must” he made it look like a denial but he wanted to see just how far she was willing to go.

CharlotteCarrendar; – Eryda simply hated the feelings of jealousy. The rise of what was like a nasty green goblin within her that she wanted desperately to swat away. But it had been months since she had spent but one night alone with him, and this was what she sought more than anything. His arms enveloping her, while resting his chin on her shoulder showed that he had the utmost respect and love for her. The key to stopping Cali getting addicted was to reunite her with her blood elf husband as soon as they could. That was the challenge. Eryda let out a sigh and then nodded in agreement, she was never one to shy from a task and this was how she needed to look at it. The Blood elf did not love her mate, she simply needed his essence the same way others needed food to live, air to breathe. She wrinkled up her nose, when Xo said he had to go and let Cali feed on him and that he would do it in a room that was as far from their own – on the other side of the tavern. Knowing that she was bloody and with torn clothing, she accepted that she needed to go and have a bath, and pushed off to do so, but only with Xo slapping her arse on the way. Eryda left him with a knowing smile, before ascending the stairs in the tavern to a room that would be perfect for their needs. A warm bath was just what the doctor ordered. Cali; who had been waiting for the Witcher saw the red Witcher go the opposite way to Xo and She was brought along by the arm to what would be her room. “Come I will show you to your room, and you need to feed” There was not mistaking the hunger she was feeling, and when he led her into her own room he stood in the middle of the room like he was waiting for her. Tentatively she shut the door behind her and crossed the floor. Her eyes sweeping over him till coming to his lip, that had the drop of rich blood. She didn’t mention the red witcher, or speak of her husband. She went up on her tip toes and kissed away the blood that was over his lips. A soft purr escaping as she let her lips trail down to his neck, her body heaving as the need grew stronger. A gasp and she began to feed at the spot between his shoulder and neck, her nails digging into his form. It wasn’t sexual, but it was damn close. :: Xyria smirked as the new King said he was not a child, and didn’t wish to play games. The black haired vampire ran her tongue across her top row of teeth and then was shocking. Xyria straddled him in his throne and ran her claws through his hair, making no mistake that she was ballsy enough to try such a move at the chance of rejection. ”I take no prisoners, M’lord…only toys. Not the kind for a child, either.” Her nails extended and he would feel them press into his scalp. <3>

IceTe3a: He waited as he heard Cali close the door behind her, the room went dark but he could still see as he heard her feet padding against the wood floor she circled round, his eyes glanced down to her as she came up and kissed his lips almost sucking on them, a brow arched as he knew if Eryda knew about this they would both be dead on the floor quick smart. She wasted no time as her teeth sunk into his neck just down near his shoulder, her lips pressed forcefully against his skin as he came down to a kneel to her will, he could feel her purring against his skin as she fed off him, he could feel his life essence seeping into her mouth as she sucked down with force. He allowed this to go on for awhile and wondered if she would be able to hold herself back, as time passed by he pressed his fingers against her shoulders“Enough cali? “ she had been feeding off him for some time and he wondered if she had her fill yet. : vlad heard what she said and arched a brow slightly as she came down to straddle his lap on the throne, his eyes opened slightly as he looked up at her, his eyes looking deeply into hers as her nails dug down into his scalp “Can you handle me though? Can you tame me? “ he smirked as his eyes almost dared her to, it went unnoticed but the other females slowly disappeared from the room leaving the two alone, Xyria had said she wanted him as her personal toy, but would she really? He wondered just how dominate she was and if she would even be able to utilize him for only her needs.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Cali fed so strongly that it brought Xo to his knees, unlike other times when he had simply stood and watched her. Only when he pressed his fingers to her shoulders and uttered if it was enough, she withdrew from him. Cali appeared almost groggy with the sheer amount of energy she had just consumed. Her lips parted and she breathed heavily through her mouth. ”I don’t know what came over me, Witcher.” It was true, the addiction had taken a firm hold of her being. She looked away timidly, and brought a hand up to her mouth as though trying to wipe it clean, like she had gorged herself. Looking about the room, she gathered herself, and then realized that the Red Witcher would be waiting for him. ”You should go. I will be ready to leave at first light.” Cali stood there and waited for the Witcher to take his leave. Meanwhile up the other end of the tavern, Eryda was peeling off her blooded and torn clothes, leaving a trail right up to the large wooden slat bath. Steam rose from the tepid water, and she reached up to tie back her hair so that it was no longer sitting on her shoulders. She threw one leg over and then the other, before sinking beneath the waters till it was up to her neck. The light sound of the water lapping the sides was the only thing heard, as Eryda was bathed in a simple candle light. The Red witcher reached for a bar of soap and then started to wash the stain of blood from her body, all the while missing her beloved, who was alone in a room with the Blood elf. :: Xyria stared straight into the new King’s eyes as he asked her but a simple question; could she tame him? A dare? Or a challenge? All the other women had left the chambers leaving the new King to explore this woman that had taken her place on his lap. ”Even the most deadly creature becomes putty in the hands of a skilled lover.” She extended her claws further and glanced behind her to see that they were indeed alone. ”Question is, can you sate my lust?” The words were edged a wicked tone. Xyria ripped back the King’s coat and shirt, exposing to her his chest. She sunk her claws into the soft flesh between his shoulders and chest and dragged them down as she licked at his lips. Toying with him. <3>

IceTe3a: As she got off him and came to a stand he could see a surprising feature across her face, she seemed to be in shock he could not help but to wonder why as he came to a stand himself, he ran his fingers against the spot where her lips were pursed against his skin feeling the bite marks as they slowly healed. It only took moments for his body to react and start to take care of itself, of course this would increase the scent of his magical essence in the room as his body was using it to repair what injury he had sustained. “I intend to, we will come for you at first light to gather supplies then be on our way, goodnight Cali” he said as he turned and headed for the door. Opening the door as he went through he left Cali alone to her thoughts whilst the door closed, stretching his neck slightly he walked across the hall and up the stairs towards his own room as he took note at the weary travelers who had come to find food and drink for the night, he had spent enough time away from his wife and didn’t bother wasting time as he quietly came to the door with a slight smirk he opened it without a sound. Coming into the room he closed it just as quietly, noticing Eryda had just slipped into the bath he smiled, taking off his shirt and weaponry as it laid down on the table without a sound he was now shirtless creeping up to her back as she laid there. Slowly he descended onto his knees directly behind her as he kissed her neck gently whilst his hands ran down her shoulders slowly looping around bringing her into a cuddle “I am yours once more my love” : He felt as her nails grew further they dug down into his scalp as they slowly coursed through his hair, a slight smile of amusement as their eyes were looking into each others, . ”Even the most deadly creature becomes putty in the hands of a skilled lover.” she rebutted as a slight chuckle escaped his lips, “Perhaps, a skilled lover and a dominate master.. Pain is pleasure they both work as equal wouldn’t you say? he could feel her weight pressing down on his lap as she sat there straddling him, her eyes examining his form as her claws sunk down into his shoulders slowly they dragged down onto his bare chest grazing the skin they passed over ”Question is, can you sate my lust?” a simple smile as his lips parted “I wouldn’t be who I was if I could not do that and more.. There is only one way to find out isn’t there my dear?”he just tempted her to utilize him, treat him like an object of hers as that is all males were to the females of their race. His eyes wondering up and down her form as he wondered if she could be the one, the only female he would need to feed his every needs which in turn was the needs of the female, it was common that the king or queen would take more than one to fill their needs but on occasion they were lucky enough to find that single one that met their every desire, but was she able to?

CharlotteCarrendar: – Left alone in her room, Cali looked away from the door that the Witcher had just gone through. He had been polite to her after she had fed, and not made light of the fact that she sensed that perhaps her actions had gone too far. Cali couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen if her desire to feed became so great that she lost herself in a terrible frenzy. It had not ever happened to her before, but she knew of those that had such sore addictions it drove them crazy not to get their fill. Slowly, Cali sat herself down on her bunk. She brought her fingers up to her lips, where she could still feel the sensation of warmth from the Witcher’s body. The blood elf knew she would have to find her husband and fast…leaving this place behind and hunt on the plentiful beings in her own world. To stay too long here, she endangered everything. :: The light splash of water was heard as Eryda washed herself down with the soap covered sponge. Dabbing lightly, and her back to the door, she did not hear her husband enter silently. Only when he draped his arms around her and kissed her neck, did she show a smile. At last, time alone for the pair. Xo said he was hers once more, and she didn’t doubt it for a second. Turning in the bath so that the pair were facing each other. Her eyes trailed down his neck, and she saw the remains of what was the blood elf’s fang marks into his skin. Eryda had to fight back her feelings of jealousy once more, and so she brushed her lips to that of her husband’s. ”Show me you are mine.” she whispered in a husky voice. It was not just a request. :: The Vampire maiden with hair the darkest onyx had toyed with the new King. Long deep scratches now graced his flesh, and her fingers danced across these same scratches till she zeroed in on her future lover. Her head tilted back slightly, and the long white ivory dog teeth extended beyond her crimson lips. She seized the back of the Vampire King’s head and tore his scalp to the left, exposing his neck for her delight. A wild cry and she sunk her own fangs deep into his supple skin – piercing the flesh and she gripped his arm with her free hand, whilst feasting on him with a wicked sense of rough play. <3>

IceTe3a: He smiled as he watched Eryda flip around in the bath so she was laying on her stomach and facing him, he smirked as she asked him to prove he was really hers, he didn’t need her to say it twice as his arms linked behind her neck gently, leaning in his lips met hers with passion as he held the kiss, his right hand sliding down to cup her cheek for the briefest of moments. Pulling back slightly he looked down and smiled “If you miss me that much, you should never leave” he laughed playfully as he knew she was a free spirit and truly loved him but her work was her work and she went where it took her, regardless if it led her away from him. It was no lie he did prefer her to travel with him and would much rather her to always be by his side but this was not always the case. Gripping her shoulders softly he flipped her onto her back as he kicked his shoes off, stepping in the bath he sat on the edge as his legs were inside, he leaned her in against his legs as he took up the sponge and soap slowly he rubbed it over her body as his hand explored her whilst cleaning, he started with her chest as he leaned down and kissed her neck with a soft peck. “ Do you plan to stay for good this time and find work together?” he smiled as he knew it was on the cards for them to permanently stay together at one stage. : He watched as she leaned back slightly her long white teeth extended past her lips as his head was ripped to the side exposing his neck, soon came the pinch from her teeth biting down in his neck as he gasped slightly, he could feel her slowly drinking from him as her hand gripped down against his arm, his blood would have a powerful flow about it, something rare in the vampire men as he was the strongest of them all to date. His arms wrapped around her as he took her in closer to his body, this was a gesture of acceptance, he had chosen his bride. It would be officially sealed later but for now the two have expressed their interest in each other, and both had accepted to spend their eternal life with each other, him as her personal toy and object. This was all a part of Vlad’s plan as it was the first step in securing his title to the throne next he would have to give out titles and positions in the kingdom to those worthy to keep it running, it would be a long few weeks before the kingdom was like its former glory back before the vampire wars.

CharlotteCarrendar; – That first kiss. Such raw passion displayed was just what Eryda needed from Xo. This was proof without a doubt. It was like he was claiming her all over again, and thoughts of the Blood elf soon faded into nothingness. To see his smile, and then tell her that she should never leave him, brought a slight shrug of the shoulders. Eryda had only ever known the life of a loner and up till now it had suited her. Meeting up with her lover on brief occasions like this, then going their separate ways to where they are needed. Kings and nobles with money to spare that needed the expertise of a Witcher to deal and do what no one else would. But nights were often lonely ones and Eryda never took another man to lay with her out of need. This is what made their meetings so good. Sharing what little time they had together made it all the more romantic. Eryda allowed him to move her so that when he entered the bath she would be laying with her back to his chest. This enabled him to massage and wash her cares away. Thinking for a moment, Eryda offered. ”I have a feeling you need me more than ever with all that has come to pass in my absence. The Council will not be pleased, and then of course there is the war…and returning the Blood elf to her husband. I know I will be happy to see the back of her.” Was that another touch of jealousy? Eryda couldn’t help it. She turned her head so she could see the Witcher’s face. ”Maybe it is time, I came home for good.” That was her way of saying yes, that she would work with him and travel wherever he would go. :: The feeding frenzy from the black haired Vampire maiden was more than enough to prove that she was worthy to be the new King’s mate. She drew her head back and then gripped the sides of his face, kissing him hungrily, all the while writhing upon his lap. Taking all she could from his body in a show of unbridled lust. Her cries of passion filling the empty hall as she used him and well. His arms wrapping around her only confirmed this fact. Breaking the kiss, her eyes dilated and blood staining her lips and chin, she softened slightly. ”I am yours…as you are mine.” <3>

IceTe3a: -He smiled finally hearing that she was willing to stay by his side for good, each night they were apart he was in constant worry, never fully knowing if they would be reunited. A sigh of relief as his free hand started to massage the knots in her body allowing her muscles to relax once more. Slowly he would wash her body all over until she was clean, dropping the sponge into the water he went to work on her body giving it a deep and strong massage to allow her to relax, reaching over the side with one hand he pulled out a purple liquid filled vial, popping it he allowed 3 drops to hit the water as it was a potent mixture of flowers mainly lavender which was rare and unknown to most, it would give off a strong relaxing scent to help relax the body, calm the steel like nerves as well as heal the body from any wounds she may have within the warm waters. He always had a vial made up but only ever used it when they were together, kings and queens have paid handsomely for even a single vial of this was worth a kings ransom, he was the only one who knew how to make it and where to get the required ingredients “ I’m glad to hear you say that love, It takes worrying off my mind and only shows more room for love. Please relax and allow me to work your tolling work out of your body” slowly but surely he massaged each muscle on her body skillfully, having learned all the proper pressure pads on one’s body was key as it helped with the healing process as well Eryda seemed to enjoy it. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and started working on her legs whilst his chin laid upon her shoulder. : He felt her pull back as he smiled looking up at her, she kissed him with a fierce passion to show her delight in her new toy and new found title. Leaning back she advised that they were each others, he nodded in agreement as he smiled “We have a lot of work to bring our race and kingdom up to its former glory my darling, I wish you by my side for each step and each decision” He just told her that he indeed wanted her by his side and furthermore her hand in raising their race to its former glory and then some, such power given to the bride of the king was a rarity but that is how Vlad was, as long as she could satisfy his needs to be utilized as such an object.. her object and she stayed faithful to him only; he would be more than happy to entice her with more stature and please her beyond her wildest dreams.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The subtle fragrances rose with the steam as the vials did their work to make this bath all the more relaxing and tranquil. Eryda could feel the delight and release of tension from her body, which at times was weary from all the battles and fights that she got into. The red haired witcher’s lips parted as she released soft sighs. His hands feeling for her pressure points and knowing just where to rub and where to be gentle. Xo was more than skilled. Years of learning, had meant that he could provide well for any woman he did so chose, and there was no one above Eryda. There was nothing to the pair could not accomplish together. Eryda bowed her head as she felt the press of Xo’s chin on her shoulder, his hands working her thighs thoroughly. ”I’d forgotten how good this feels.’ Her voice; almost breathless at his touch. The love that he exuded from his gentle ways only reinforcing her love for him. Eryda brought her hand up from the water, and cupped it to Xo’s cheek. A rare display of affection that she afforded no other man. Would they get much sleep this night? That remained to be seen. For now they simply enjoyed each other’s touch and the intimacy from being alone. :: Xyria had passed the test to show her dominance towards the King. A display that meant she was fit to rule alongside him. But there was much to be done. The former Queen had done a great deal of damage, and soon it may come to pass that a war would be waged. Xyria was unafraid. Still straddling his lap, and running her slender fingers along his face she answered his call. ”Our race will rise to greatness, and all who doubted us shall be put to shame.” <3>

IceTe3a: Feeling the soft touch of her hand cupping against his cheek made his skin shiver as he rubbed his cheek against her open palm slowly as he enjoyed her touch, his fingers slowly dragged up her legs and came to rest on her stomach as he worked the pressure pads on her stomach, making sure to be firm but gentle. [b] “ You’ve been gone for far too long, I make sure you’re in perfect shape before I let you leave anywhere” he smiled lightly as he kissed her fingertips, it was true he sometimes made excuses to force her to stay in his company for a day or two longer until he knew she was fully recovered, even if she never realized it. “ I believe the masters will be pleased that you’ve chosen to stay with me from now on, we have a lot of work on our hands between reuniting the lost love of Cali and her husband and finding the Vampire queen and dealing with her and her army.” he smiles knowing the days ahead would be long and hard but they will be together which will make it all worthwhile. He continued to work her body with his fingers making sure to massage each muscle into relaxing, this was something he only ever did for her a more personal gesture than something he’d commonly use freely on anyone. The night was getting late as they had spent a great deal of time in the water, it was now slightly warm as he chuckled. ” time always seems to fly whilst I am with you” he got out of the bath soaking wet as he walked over and picked up a drying cloth, walking back to the tub he stood there waiting for Eryda to climb out so he may dry her down. : “Indeed it will, we need to make sure the witchers treaty with our race stays true. “he smiled as he looked up into her eyes, her skin rubbing against him almost drove him crazy as he knew she was now his and his alone. Knowing full well of what work would be needed to be done just to get the kingdom up and running again, he pressed his fingers to her lips gently as he ran them across tracing the outline “Where do you suggest we start my dear? “ His eyes watching hers with deep love for her, a bond like this is not something that came easy as to pick a life partner for eternity was a rare sight but it was common, the rarity of it working out for eternity was the hard part, although he could not see any issue with having Xyria by his side for eternity, her beauty was unrivalled none could stand in her shadow let alone by her side although he had never seen her before.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Rising up from the now cooling waters, the droplets ran down Eryda’s bare skin and there was a subtle sound as she stepped out of the bath and into the towel, that Xo had waiting for her. She treasured his affection, and he made her feel truly blessed. No other would receive such attentions and this made her smile all the more. Feeling his large calloused hands rub the towel over her body, she felt totally unashamed in her nakedness. The soft light of the candles illuminated the pair as the stood facing each other. Xo spoke of how he would ensure that she was in perfect health and shape for when she ever did leave. Perhaps she needed to reinforce what she had already agreed too. With her soft hues gazing up at him, she made her vow true. ”I say it here and now, I’m not leaving you again. No amount of gold, or treasure….no adventure is greater than the journey I take this night with you.” Eryda slowly took the drying cloth, and now it was her turn to do the honor of drying his body. Gently her hands moved, working to dry each and every inch of his body. Praising him almost. When at last they were dry, she draped the towel on a chair, and then took his hand. Leading him to the bed, she gestured for him to lay. When he had done so, she crawled into bed, and her body half covered his own. Skin to skin, beneath a wool cover; Eryda’s hands danced across his chest and down his side. Fingers strumming, while she stole kisses that ran from his neck to his chin. She would make him remember this night, the reunion of the Witchers. The morning would be the start of the new adventure but for now she just wanted him to herself. :: Xyria rose from the King’s lap and her dress flowed down to the floor as she stood before her King. Hand extended for him to take and rise himself. So much was to be done now, and the people, the vampires of the Kingdom needed reassurance that the new King and his chosen could lead them to greatness. Xyria had stood out from all the other women of the court. Unlike her predecessor, she had no interest at all in the likes of the Witcher. She wanted a man to dominate, and found that in the new King. ”Let us show the Kingdom, the future of the Monarchy.” <3>

IceTe3a: Watching as she slowly dried his body, he stood there naked in form though it hardly fazed him, it allowed her to see all his old scarring and his new scars from battle a symbol of his skills no doubt. He heard her promise to him that there was nothing in the world that could drag her away from his side anymore, she now preferred to be with him as he smiled, he was happy with her decision and knew it was hers fully as he’d never force her against her will. As she lead him towards the bed he laid down on his back, his hues watching her as she came to lay ontop her fingers working their way against his skin as he shivers in kind, feeling her lips press to his for a brief moment before she started to kiss down his neck, his arms wrapping around her as he knew she was showing her appreciation towards him. He was happy to have her by his side and still in love with him, that was more than he could ask for. He leans in and kisses her with passion as his fingers slowly trace her back muscles, “ Darling, your presence will always make me happy and be more than enough for me” his fingers grasp under her chin as he kisses her again with a strong passion almost forcing their lips against each other, a slight smirk as his teeth nip against her bottom lips playfully. “ Perhaps now I can protect you and keep you from harm “ giving her a cheeky wink as he knew she could more than easily handle herself in any battle. : Watching as she came to stand in front of him, he almost missed the feeling of her weight against him as he felt her fingers slide from him only to ask for him to rise with her, he accepted the gesture and rose to come standing behind her, their bodies pressed together as he stood taller than she was. She wanted to take a stroll through the town to allow the towns people to see their new king and queen? He smiled at the gesture and nodded “A casual stroll would be good” he smiled gently as he walked to her side, gently he took her hand and guided her out of the castle towards the town. People would cheer or bow in respect for their new king and queen, it would be obvious that he had chosen her as his bride. It would become lawfully official later once time allowed it but for now for them it was already official .

CharlotteCarrendar: – A wry smile came to Eryda’s lips when told that now Xo would be able to protect and keep her from harm. It had been a long time since a man offered to do that for her. She let out a light giggle, and moved to be on top of him completely, and then posed a cheeky question. ”Who is going to protect you from me?’ This was sealed with a lover’s kiss, as in the background the candles were now burning low, with wax dripping to form puddles on the floor. This was when the couple would unite properly, making love beneath the warm covers, their bodies the perfect fit to the other. :; With Xyria and Vlad leaving the main audience chamber to the warmth of the gathered crowd, Vlad could be pleased with the acceptance of Xyria so readily. She may have proved to him to be worthy, but she was yet to do so publicly. :; In a land a good two days ride away, in a run down castle that had been abandoned by its host, the former Queen was screaming and plotting her revenge, as a healer tried to work on her scarred flesh. She pushed the girl away and a bowl of foul smelling ointment hit the floor, sizzling on the stone tile. ”I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE ON THE WITCHER…AND ALL HE CARES FOR!….THIS IS NOT OVER…THIS IS NOT OVER!!!” <3>

 

Downtown Haven – Aeternam Venustas (RP) – TRC

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Downtown Haven

Downtown Haven is the main part of the city where people go about their day to day lives.
Whether it’s work or play, you can find just about anything in this area.
At the west end, you can find the warehouse district. To the east, you have the low income housing district.
To the north and south are the clubs, businesses and shopping areas.

Please state the location of your character at the beginning of your post.

 

 

ElilesMuiLuminarde

Warehouse District

-she was alone, had been for awhile. Shade sat curled on the ground beside a dumpster. Watching the street bums, gang of delinquents, and foolish passer byers that thought it be ok to walk through the warehouse district of Haven at night. Not many glanced in her direction, they were wise not to. For those who knew Sadie “Shade” McBride, knew that you didn’t mess with her, you didn’t go near her, and at all costs don’t make eye contact with her. Short curly brown hair and amber colored eyes, she was a girl that was just to thin, just to frail looking. Some assumed she was on some massive kinds of drugs, but never had she touched the stuff in her life. She was just that way you know, her lot in life to be the scrawny bastard of a lousy Alpha who couldn’t keep his pack together much less alive for very long. A lone wolf pushed into the solitary life and not by choice but by stupid decisions and fate.

Beside her, a black and white terrier mutt laid on the ground quiet at the moment and tethered to his masters wrist by means of a ragged rope to a thoughtfully stolen dog collar. Her sweet dog and only ‘pack mate’ and she would tear out the throat of anyone that tried to take the beast from her, the leash was only recently a knew addition, because humans had an issue with roaming loyal pets.

Glancing up her eye narrowed in on one man who was walking with some determination glancing down at his watch, his very nice watch, he seemed like he was in a hurry. She wasn’t the only one watching him, she easily spotted some of the wanna-be-gansters eying the man. No one made a move and they were smart to.

Shade stood up rolling her neck she crossed the road her dog at her heels she checked the road once, twice, then crossed making a beeline for the man. Timing it perfectly the man walked right into her, her hands slipped through his coat like lightning just as she was falling backwards slipping the wallet she had just stolen into the sleeve of her coat. She had even cried out in shock for added effect.

“What they hell man!” she cried and leaned forward rubbing her ass where she had landed. Her dog began a repartition of rapid barking at the man.

The man grumbled apologies and offered to help her up, weary of the dog as he was. she swatted his hand to the side and stood on her own, “fuck off, watch where your walking next time!” she snapped at him and slide her hands into her pocket, letting the wallet slide into her coat pocket.

Once down the darkened ally and she was sure she was far enough to where his human eyes couldn’t see her, she smiled, “come on.” she said to her dog and together they jogged down the maze of alleyways…making sure they wouldn’t be so easily caught if the man ever found out.

CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar.

Old cars that no longer were even registered lined the roads, along with trash cans that were overflowing.  Kids ran out and played on the streets and the singing of some Momma who was hanging out her laundry created a feeling that though this was the rough end of town, that life went on.  A daily struggle for many, but to others this was all they knew.  Pimps, pick pockets and prostitutes.  The three P’s.  Gangs were rife and murders..well, they were so regular now that no one seemed to care.  The wail of a siren, the blaring of a fire truck….the echo of another ambulance.  The air was rich with smog and exhaust fumes, mixed in with some home cooking.  It was the Down Town.  Way…down town.

Walking along and kicking a can, we have Skull, a regular kid of these parts.  Skin tight jeans, sneakers, ripped t and hoody.  He didn’t wear colours, cause he was part of no gang.  He was a loner.  Liked his own company, but was ready with a knife if he had to fight for his life.  Knives against guns are often a death in the making, but Skull had speed, and agility.  Not to mention, he was a cool dude.  Never phased and death didn’t scare him.

Minding his own, he happened to see a well to do get into a jam with a slight of a girl and her rope tied mutt.  Watching with a raised brow, he saw the trick.  Watched her hand move slyly into the guy’s coat.  Oldest trick in the book.  Bemused at her antics, and her language to the hapless guy who just got ripped of his wallet, Skull decided to follow the young miss.  He was bored, and she could prove to be the day’s entertainment.

Jogging across the street he followed her down the dark maze of alleys which he knew like the back of his hand.   He whistled as he walked along.  Then leapt up onto an old car body and did a MJ move, complete with crotch grab.  If that didn’t get her attention….nothing would

“Hey!”

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ElilesMuiLuminarde

Warehouse District

-Shade had sensed someone following her, but she didn’t pay much attention to the tail. If they were smart they would eventually get the hint, or someone good Samaritan would tell them, they were in for a world of hurt if they didn’t stop right now. Seems like that wasn’t going to happen.

Whatever she didn’t care, she stopped walking and turned to lean on a brick wall, wearing torn up and dirty jeans, the tares ran all the way up to her hip line to show the pretty pink panties peaking beneath. Her shirt was what was left of a Billy Idol T she scooped off someone’s cloths line…it looked nice, so she took it. Course now all you could see was the name scribbled across the top and some hair, she at some point got into a knife fight with a idiot and lost most of the shirt to blood and tares. As for her coat, it was fairly new, she took it from a gang bitch, tore off the gang members lettering afterward, though she thought that sort of gang marking died off years ago, whatever it worked for her needs.

She pulled out the wallet and flipped it open, strumming through the wallet she discovered that the man didn’t have any cash on him, all he had was cards.

“Fuck!” she snapped and kicked the nearest trash pile, disturbing a few rats that scurried across the ground, her dog had to make his displeasure known to, as he started a serious of barking at them.

Just at that moment though, she heard a loud thump of something hitting metal and the loud shout of “Hey!”

Turning her amber gaze on the youth that so foolishly called on her, she had a feeling it had been him that had been tailing her. Well he had her attention now, and she wasn’t to happy to see him grabbing his crotch at her either.

“Can I help you,” she shouted back, the dog really started barking then.

Glancing down she snapped her finger at her dog, “Hercules…shut it,” she snapped, the dog whined and laid down, going quiet.

“You must not be to bright if you decided to follow me,” she said, a feral grin spreading across her face.-

CharlotteCarrendar

Warehouse District.

CharlotteCarrendar.

Skull found the girl’s demeanor to be amusing.  Telling him that he wasn’t too bright to be following her.  That was a laugh.  Skull leapt down off the car and landed with a grace that was unmistakable.  He reached up and rubbed under his chin thoughtfully, before saying;

“Well expecting there to be cash in a wallet from a guy like that, down in the hood?  Err…heh, I ain’t the one that is stupid.”

He sauntered over, getting closer to her and asked with a bemused expression;  “It was full of cards, right?”  Skull knew that it would be, and winked at the sassy street girl just to add insult to injury.  “Who in their right mind carries wads of cash, unless they just got a big win at the races?  And we are far far from that.”  

Skull looked down at the dog on the rope lead and bared his fangs at him.  Showing he was much more of an animal than the mutt.  “Grrrr…ruff ruff!”  He barked, before flicking back his hoodie and revealing a shock of black hair.  To get a better look at him, you could see that he had the most unusual eyes and the angle of his face.  It wasn’t round, or curved.  More pointed and angular.  He checked out the girl again, and even leaned in to sniff her.

“Ever heard of having a bath?”

Oh what a shocker.

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ElilesMuiLuminarde

Warehouse District

–“Well expecting there to be cash in a wallet from a guy like that, down in the hood?  Err…heh, I ain’t the one that is stupid.” he said back to her after he jumped down from the top of the car.

Shade pushed off the wall and stood up with a legs braced slightly a part, narrowing her gaze as he continued talking to her.  “It was full of cards, right?“ he said to her, and had the balls to wink at her like it was some kind of inside joke. “Who in their right mind carries wads of cash, unless they just got a big win at the races?  And we are far far from that.”  

“So what if it was just cards, some people are stupid, I’d have been more stupid if I hadn’t taken the chance…and he just happen to be loaded,” she snorted. He growled at her dog and her amber gaze zeroed in on the fangs in his mouth, her nose twitched, instinct telling her not all was as it appeared.

He threw back the hood of his hoodie revealing black hair a face that was clearly not as young as she had assumed he would be, as most in the area were wanna-be punks. No he was older though she couldn’t pinpoint the exact age. He also had unnsual eyes and as he drew closer to her he started sniffing.

She made a face, one between shock and a sneer, “Ever heard of having a bath?“ he said.

Shade reared back her fist and swung at his face, her intention was to leave a permanent print on his face with her pretty rings, stolen, but pretty, “fuck off!!“-

CharlotteCarrendar

Warehouse District.

CharlotteCarrendar.

Skull was street wise, savvy and great to have in a fight.  Sure, he was giving this girl a hard time, and why not?  She looked like she could take it.  Course, he had to go and make the disrespectful comment about whether she knew what a bath was or using one.  The girl reacted angrily and swiftly, but Skull was quick.  He could see that she was going for a punch, the way she drew her arm back.  Oh this was going to hurt…..one of them.  With lightning reflexes that came from his own race, his left hand shot out and gripped her right wrist, while his right hand came up from underneath and aimed to smack hard against her elbow.  While being in the grip of his left hand, this would incapacitate her well and truly.  Also bring them real close.  Snickering as he had her right where he wanted her, he turned his left hand to check her pretty rings, which would have made quite the marking on his face.

“You steal these too?  Don’t look like you could afford such pretty things.  Unless you got a sugar daddy.”

Skull sniffed her again now they were in close proximity.  His head cocked to the right slightly and he whispered with a dark tone;  “Now, I am going to let you go…but you gotta cool your jets, or we are going to get down and dirty.  I may not like to smack a girl, but I will lay you on your ass.”

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A new home for many of our Role play Stories – The Roleplayers Collective.

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For a long time, my writing friends and I have been taking part in various role plays on the IMVU group forum boards.  Time and again, the same issues always seemed to strike, when the Group owner decides to change or delete the role play and we are left without a role play home for some of our favorite characters and stories.  In the last month, we have started to cross to a new home away from IMVU, called “The Roleplayers Collective”, which is a broad ranging forum board that allows us the freedom to post our many role play worlds and stories with a lot of the old favorites.

 

http://theroleplayerscollect.yuku.com/

 

I will be posting some of the new threads here soon, including one of our favourite roleplay families, the Marulos.

 

Char  ❤