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Hall of Fame – The Script.

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“Hall Of Fame”
(feat. Will.I.Am)

Yeah, you can be the greatest
You can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

You could beat the world
You could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

You can throw your hands up
You can beat the clock (yeah)
You can move a mountain
You can break rocks
You can be a master
Don’t wait for luck
Dedicate yourself and you gon’ find yourself

Standing in the hall of fame (yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

You can go the distance
You can run the mile
You can walk straight through hell with a smile

You could be the hero
You could get the gold
Breaking all the records they thought never could be broke

Yeah, do it for your people
Do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?

Do it for your country
Do it for your name
‘Cause there’s gonna be a day…

When you’re standing in the hall of fame (yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

Be a champion, be a champion, be a champion, be a champion
On the walls of the hall of fame

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers
(Yeah)

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions
Be truth seekers

Be students
Be teachers
Be politicians
Be preachers

Be believers
Be leaders
Be astronauts
Be champions

Standing in the hall of fame (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame

(You can be a champion)
You could be the greatest
(You can be a champion)
You can be the best
(You can be a champion)
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest

(You can be a champion)
You could beat the world
(You can be a champion)
You could beat the war
(You can be a champion)
You could talk to God, go banging on his door

(You can be a champion)
You can throw your hands up
(You can be a champion)
You can beat the clock(yeah)
(You can be a champion)
You can move a mountain
(You can be a champion)
You can break rocks

(You can be a champion)
You can be a master
(You can be a champion)
Don’t wait for luck
(You can be a champion)
Dedicate yourself and you gonna find yourself
(You can be a champion)

Standing in the hall of fame

 

 



Isabella Casales – Mirari – The Forest of Ashes. (RM)

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Re: The Town library [Bios]
January 09, 2014 07:10PM
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Quote : “The Bitch is Back!”

Name: Isabella Casales

FC: Nina Dobrev
Age: 782 (looks 22 years old)
Sex: Female
Race: Vampire
Birthday: Can’t remember.

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 167 cms
Weight: 58 kilos
Fashion Style: Leathers, sleek silk suits, long evening gowns, dark colours, yet modern girl about town.
Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Black rose on her inner right thigh

Personality: Mysterious, cunning, dangerous, blood thristy, evil, wicked, insatiable, sexy, brooding, intelligent, fiery

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Magical Abilities: Drinking blood, speed, agility, telekinesis, telepathy
Strengths: Killing, eloquence, poise
Weaknesses: Wine, blood, loyalty
Likes: Men….a lot
Dislikes: Shane, Vincent…those that betrayed her.

History: After the mystery surrounding the so called death of Isabella after Shane’s family was murdered, she was revived by one of her more loyal followers, he transported her to a safe location and brought her back to her shocking best. Lurking in the shadows, and watching the drama unfolding as the two men that betrayed her fought for the love of Carmen, the new Queen of the night. The real Queen…was about to reclaim her throne.


Crazy – Seal.

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“Crazy”

 

In a church by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for
Is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through a fracture on that breaking wall
I see you my friend and touch your face again
Miracles will happen as we trip
But we’re never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we’re never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Cray cray crazy
Crazy are the people walking through my head
One of them got a gun to shoot the other one
And yet together they were friends at school
Get it, get it, get it, yeah!
If all were there when we first took the pill
Then maybe then maybe then maybe then maybe
Miracles will happen as we speak
But we’re never gonna survive unless
We get a little crazy
No we’re never gonna survive unless
We are a little
Crazy
No no we’ll never survive unless we get a little bit
A man decides to go along after seventy years
Oh darling
In a sky full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy
In a world full of people only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy
Crazy
In a heaven of people there’s only some want to fly
Ain’t that crazy
Oh babe Oh darlin’
In a world full of people there’s only some want to fly
Isn’t that crazy
Isn’t that crazy Isn’t that crazy Isn’t that crazy
Oh
But we’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
But we’re never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy crazy
No we’re never gonna to survive unless we are a little crazy
No no never survive unless we get a little bit
And then you see things
The size of which you’ve never known before
They’ll break it
Someday
Only child know
Them things
The size
Of which you’ve never known before
Someday

RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House (2) – Ladies Night.

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Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 02, 2014 10:53PM
The Waffle House
Simone was dejected when she was left sitting alone by her friend Pandora, who deserted her after a rather scary phone call from her step father. Simone stared down at the wad of cash that Panny threw down and then let out a sigh as she absently reached for her coffee cup and took a sip. As always the Waffle house made the best coffee in town, well, in her eyes anyways.The day had barely begun, and though this was an all niter, she knew that she was going to have to be at rehearsals for nine o’clock for the new Stage production she was staring in. Eating pancakes before hand probably wasn’t the brightest idea, but she figured that if she didn’t work it off, she would use the old two finger method.Simone had her own dressing room with ensuite and all the trimmings, as well as changes of clothes, so at least she didn’t have to race home to her apartment. Also, she could avoid Erica for a few more hours, since the fashion diva loved her sleep ins, as much as Simone loved men. A million miles away in thought, she barely noticed the waitress who had seen her get left behind by her friend.

“Are you all right?” she asked out of turn. “If you’d like I can have your meal packed up for you to go?”

Simone shrugged her shoulders, then said. “I’m happy to eat it here. Safer than taking it with me in the taxi cab to work. Not only that, my Producer would probably kill me on the spot if he caught me with it.” She spoke the truth, since the Producer used to pick at other girls that were eating such treats before the multi million dollar production. Simone gave the waitress a half smile and then set down her coffee cup and reached for her fork, randomly stabbing at a pancake as she knew that Kali and Kristian were bound to make an appearance, and…she might need a weapon handy.

But as luck would have it, the man that she had been admiring earlier, suddenly dropped his plate and cutlery at her table. Simone actually got a shock and nearly dropped her fork.

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“Hope you don’t mind I sit here with you?” 

Simone looked past him for his very attractive friend that he had been sitting with, and she now started to wonder if her gay-dar was faulty. “What happened to your hunky friend?” she asked, almost forgetting herself, before gesturing with her hand that he was welcome to sit.

“Haven’t I seen you before somewhere? The Poisoned Tongue maybe?” She asked, stabbing at her pancake again.

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Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 03, 2014 03:09PM
The Waffle House
By the time Julian had sped off Alex had moved to sit with the now lonely Simone who by the looks of it was dazed and off into her own world, but not before listening to the waitress Abby, whom now looked awfully familiar to Alex. He had to turn his head to look at her before then shaking it to the side and brushing it off. Simone’s voice then drifting into the air in response to her question about having her breakfast packed.“I’m happy to eat it here. Safer than taking it with me in the taxi cab to work. Not only that, my Producer would probably kill me on the spot if he caught me with it.” She’d said, then gave the waitress a half smile and began setting down her coffee and reaching for her fork and then dropping it in surprise to the slam of Alex’s plate, fork and drink. Simone then looked past him at this point and wondered where Julian had run off to before then asking.”What happened to your hunky friend?”Alex at this point ran his hand over his napkin and brought it to his mouth, then dabbed it a little before taking a drink of his water and placing it back down after clearing his throat. Only to then respond to the woman who now sat in front of him.

”He left to go to work, a coffee place not too far from here called The Brew.” He said before then raising a brow to her next question.

“Haven’t I seen you before somewhere? The Poisoned Tongue maybe?” Alex blinked and smiled before then shrugging his shoulders and giving her a wink and taking another sip of his water. ”I have no idea… Maybe.” he said in response before shifting to look at his cellphone, his hands moving about it to send a text to Julian, sending him a message letting him know to have a good day and that they’d meet for lunch later.

“What about you, where’d your friend run off to, she left in a rather big hurry. Almost as if she was late to something.” He asked before then relaxing in his seat, crossing his leg over his knee and studying the woman’s movements before waiting for her reply.

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Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 03, 2014 05:39PM
The Waffle House
A woman can usually tell by the way man speaks, and his body actions on how well relaxed he is in conversation. This guy, whose playful wink followed a cheeky retort that they may have seen each other before at the Poisoned tongue was not giving off signals that said “I’m interested” – it was more like “I feel sorry for you, sitting alone.” Ah pity. Great. Course the next faux pas was for him to take out his cellphone and start texting away as the young dancer continued to stab idly at her pancake. Now she understood why wait staff and others in the hospitality industry hated people using cellphones at the table. It was a conversation killer, and sadly a sign of the times, of how technology was not only embraced, it was an addiction.Finally when he put away his cell, he decided to become detective and ask her about Pandora leaving in such a hurry. Simone eased back in her chair, letting her fork go free from her hand with a clink of the metal against the china plate.“I wouldn’t say late, more like she was annoyed by a call she got. If you ask me, she should just check caller id first if she is going to answer it.” Simone shrugged, though her disappointment of being left behind was pretty obvious. “Least she remembered to leave her part of the bill, even if she totally missed breakfast.”

That was one good thing about Pandora, she always paid her share. Did that come from her upbringing, or when she learned to take care of herself? Probably the latter.

This was an unusual conversation. For once, Simone was not being her usual skanky self, trying to impress Mr Tall Dark and Mysterious. She had pretty much clued in that the man sitting opposite her was not interested in women, unless to talk to about…men. Not that she had a problem with gay men, in fact she had quite a few that were dancers in many of the productions she had done. This probably was why she was opening up, unlike most times when she covered her true feelings with sly innuendo and a bit of bitchery.

“So…are you a closet gay, or flaming?’

So much for not being bitchy.

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Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 03, 2014 07:42PM
The Waffle House
Having finally put away his phone he sighed and moved back to his plate as he listened to the response she gave him in regards to his friend who’d left in a hurry.”I wouldn’t say late, more like she was annoyed by a call she got.” Alex raised a brow at this and listened to her continue. ”If you ask me, she should just check caller id first if she is going to answer it.” He nodded as she shrugged and took a deep breath before then pushing his now finished plate forward.”Sounds to me like she’s got a case of stalkeritis.” Alex of course said this in a joking manner before he adjusted himself in the seat, turning round so he could lean his back against the wall and place his feet length-wise so he could relax. “Least she remembered to leave her part of the bill, even if she totally missed breakfast.” Alex then turned to look at the many different customers wandering in before he turned his attention back to Simone. ”Well, at least it’s not a dine and dash.” He spoke in turn as the woman before him began studying him. He smiled at her and lifted his glass to his lips, took a sip of the water and then slowly placed the cup back down just as he clued into what the woman was doing.

“So…are you a closet gay, or flaming?”

At this Alex let a small smile cross his face before he shook his head and spoke. ”I’m neither, I am simply… gay. I don’t see why everything has to have a specified label on it, if you know what I mean.

Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 03, 2014 08:04PM
The Waffle House
Simone realized she had probably been a tad rude, which for her was a huge revelation. The young man’s reaction was honest and he even argued that he didn’t know why everything had to be specifically labelled. This had Simone actually smile. A broad smile. Few times did she ever come across a man she liked just for being themselves. Not only that she didn’t find him sexually attractive, but intellectually. This was really saying something. In her world of dance and entertainment, many of those involved with the productions of her stage shows were gay. From the costume designers, choreographers, set builders and musicians. And the dancers too. Alex may not have been as out there as some of her acquaintances and co workers, but the fact he was not ashamed to admit it earnt brownie points with the young dancer.http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb860mOJAc1qal3lwo1_400.gif“My bad.” Simone made cat paw like gestures with her hands. “I shall remove the claws, if you tell me your name.” She then waved her hand and bobbed her head, her mood improving.

“I’m Simone, by the way. Simone Jackson.” She extended her hand to shake his if he dare. That done, she quickly checked her watch and gasped at the time. “Time flies when your having fun. I need to get to rehearsals.” Grabbing her clutch and taking out enough money to pay for the breakfast she was now abandoning, she then took out a small envelope.

“Here. Two tickets to my new show. Chicago. It’s on at the Seattle Regent. Why not bring your boyfriend and make a night of it? You can also get backstage, just tell them Simone said it was cool.”

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Now in a hurry to catch a taxi, she waved to the wait staff and made a dash for the door.

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(Thread change – Seattle Regent theater.)

Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House
March 03, 2014 08:45PM
The Waffle House
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The clouds began to build overhead as the day drew closer to the afternoon. It was practically 9:00 in the morning and Kali had gotten no sleep whatsoever. Her eyes had closed a number of times and the fact she was still waiting for Kristian to lead her inside was aggravating her by the minute. And just like that she saw her, Pandora leaving The Waffle House. ”Pan, wait!” Kali cried out to her just as she entered the taxi. By the look on Pan’s face, it looked as if she might have been either one of two things, upset or crying. Either would explain the reason as to why she fled the diner in such a hurry.”Kristian, can we please hurry it up, we’ve been out here forever…” But by the time Kali had turned around Kristian was on his phone, his back turned from her as if to say his entire conversation was more important to him than her at this moment. Angrily Kali began fuming, her eyes slowly clouding over with anger as she began making her way over to him just as he hung up the phone. Kristian could see the anger upon her face, and before she could proceed to further blow up at him she felt his touch against her cheek, a stroke if you will. And then a kiss before he instantly turned to leave after letting her know something had happened at the office and he had to go.

Kali sighed and let her anger wither away as she then eyed him as he left. She was now alone in the parking lot, and she couldn’t take it, especially with not having eaten and with zero sleep. With a heavy sigh she shook her head and suppressed her tears before turning to the diner just as Simone now made her way outside, followed by the man who she’d seen at the club.”Hey, you forgot your—“And before he the man she now recognized as the tall dark and handsome type could reach Simone, she’d entered a cab and took off.

With this Kali screamed, enough to total an entire building if she didn’t cave it all inside and stomp towards her car, her head had already been throbbing from the accident she had upon her arrival. She was tired and cranky, and now she was hungry. It wasn’t enough that Kristian had to leave, but the fact both girlfriends of hers had to leave in such a hurry pissed her off. And she let out her anger by getting into her car, turning on the radio and shifting her car into gear and heading off to the Penthouse. Hopefully upon reaching home she could take a long luxurious bath to soak away all her sorrows and worries.

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Re: RP: Fredreich’s Original Pancake and Waffle House new
March 04, 2014 01:10PM
The Waffle House/ Parking Lot
“My bad.” She’d said in response to his statement about labels. “I shall remove the claws, if you tell me your name.” Alex smiled at her and leaned forward as she spoke her name. “I’m Simone, by the way. Simone Jackson.” Alex nodded to her in response and extended his own hand as she did hers and shook it. ”You can call me Alex… Alex Meza. He then eased back into the chair and watched as she started rambling about the time, not knowing it had gotten much later than she’d expected.Reaching into her clutch she retrieved cash for her meal, just as Alex did the same, and with that being done she also pulled out a small envelope and handed it to him in the process.

“Here. Two tickets to my new show. Chicago. Alex took the envelope from her and while he pulled the tickets from the envelope he smiled as she continued speaking to him. “It’s on at the Seattle Regent. He furrowed his brow wondering where that was and then turned to stand in unison with her. ”Why not bring your boyfriend and make a night of it? You can also get backstage, just tell them Simone said it was cool.”

He smiled and watched as she hurried out the door, he hardly got a word into the conversation and noticed she’d forgotten something at the table. With this in mind Alex moved to grab it and left his cash before following her in a bolting like motion so as to catch up with her. His body practically phasing through the doors trying to reach her before she grabbed the cab that now stopped in front of the Diner. But as soon as it had come, it left.

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Absolutely Fabulous – Patsy Stone Tribute.

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If there is one television show that caught my attention for it’s amazing comedy and parody of the PR world, it was Absolutely Fabulous.  Patsy Stone played by Joanna Lumley was perfectly cast for the role of the Fashion editor & best friend to Edina (played by Jennifer Saunders.)  This terrific video is set to Lady GaGa, and a fitting tribute to one of my favorite comedy characters.


Jack Sparrow (feat. Michael Bolton) – The Lonely Island.

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“Jack Sparrow”
(feat. Michael Bolton)

[Secretary:] Guys, Michael Bolton is here

Oh Great, send him in.

[Michael Bolton:] Hey guys.

Hey, hi, thanks for coming

[Michael Bolton:] Sorry I’m late, I got caught up watching that Pirates of the Carribean marathon. Have you
seen those things?

Oh yeah, yeah, those are, those are great.

[Michael Bolton:] Well, I checked out the track and I loved it. And I wrote you this big sexy hook I think
you’re really gonna dig.

Oh wow that’s great, awesome. Should we just lay it down?

[Michael Bolton:] Boys, lets get to it.

[Whisper:] Here we go.

Ungh, Lonely Island, Michael Bolton
YEAAAHH!
The night starts now
Together on the track, the boys are back
The night starts now
Night starts now baby roll with us, chickens snapping at the neck when we rollin’ up.
ROLLIN’ UP
Blow through the doors ain’t no holdin’ up
YEAH
Black card at the bar like I gives a fuck.
COME ON
Ladies shifty eyed when we walk into the set, fuck the fellas looking jealous play the back and get wet
YEAH YEAH
Three pound in my waist, shank in my sock, you either get cut, get stuffed or get shot.

THIS IS THE TALE OF CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW, PIRATE SO BRAVE ON THE SEVEN SEAS


What?
A MYSTICAL QUEST TO THE ISLE OF TORTUGA, RAVEN LOCKS SWAY ON THE OCEAN’S
BREEZE.

Yeah that was kinda weird, but we’re back in the club
Buying up the bar so the groupies show us love
KIERA KNIGHTLY
Motherfucking ice-man, I’m the top gunner
Heater on blast, I’m the number one stunner
JACK SPARROW
Watch it girl cause I ain’t your “Mr. Nice Guy”,
More like the “meet ya take you home and fuck you twice guy”
YEAH YEAH!
All dressed up with nowhere to run,
And now I make you feel crazy with the..?
NOW BACK TO THE GOOD PART:
FROM THE DAY HE WAS BORN, HE YEARNED FOR ADVENTURE
Nooo
OLD CAPTAIN JACK GIVING THEM WHAT FOR.
HE’S THE PAUPER OF THE SURF
(yeah..uh huh)
THE JESTER OF TORTUGA
(oh God)
BUT IS DAVY JONES’ LOCKER WHAT LIES IN STORE?
Yeah, we’ve seen the movie

Throw your hands in the air and say hell yeah, come on
CAPTAIN JACK
What?
JOHNNY DEPP
No
From the front to the back say we count stacks come on
DAVY JONES
Nope
GIANT SQUID
Wrong
Michael Bolton we’re really gonna need you to focus up

ROGER THAT LET ME TRY IT WITH ANOTHER FILM

Wait–

LIFE IS A BOX OF CHOCOLATES AND MY NAME IS FORREST GUMP
(Not better)
THOUGH I’M NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED, I GIVE JENNY ALL OF MY LOVE
(Come on!)
OK THEN I’M A LEGAL AIDE, ERIN BROCKOVICH IS MY NAME


(Nooo, God)
THEN YOU CAN CALL ME SCARFACE, SNORTIN MOUNTAINS OF COCAINE
(close enough)
YOU COCKROACHES WANNA PLAY ROUGH? OKAY, I’M RELOADED

THIS IS THE TALE OF TONY MONTANYA
CUBANO FLAME, WITH THE MIAMI NUTS
(Take it home!)
GOT A BASEHEAD WIFE, BUT HER WOMB IS POLLUTED
THIS WHOLE TOWN’S A PUSSY, JUST WAITING TO GET FUCKED!

Ooookay, turns out Michael Bolton is a major cinephile
YOU COMPLETE ME!
Yup, yeah, ok..?


My Belz – I’m Missing you

The Eighties called……


The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Three.

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Re: (RP) The Ronin & the Serpent.
March 13, 2014 05:55AM
The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Three

“The War Horse”

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IceTe3a: – Ronin stood there waiting for the serpent to accept his challenge, he could not understand why she was not charging towards him, and perhaps the pain she was in was too great. Suddenly It hit him, literally a arrow fired from behind him had torn straight through the back of his left knee, sticking out through the front He grunts as he feels the raw pain of the fresh wound, quickly he grabs three shuriken tossing them towards the rogue bowman before falling down onto his right knee, glancing over towards where the serpent was he noticed her running away on his horse into the distance leaving him with but one message “To a place where men do not go back on their word” was all he heard as she rode off out of sight. “Damn” was all he said as he snapped the tip of the arrow, then pulled the rest of the arrow through his leg tossing it on the ground, blood gushing down his leg he ripped off a piece of cloth binding the wound after rubbing dirt into it to clog the bleeding. The poison was taking its affect to his body and senses; never would he have let that happen if he was in full form. He needed to get to this snake charmer and get the anti-dote off of him to cure the poison. Coming to a stand he grunts as he shifts his weight to the better knee, making his way up towards Rikkens place, he would have to tell the surviving guards what was in order next and what to do with Rikkens place, he would have to find the warlords lands, and retrieve the daughter he would not allow a second female to be stolen even if he just met the young lady. She may think she is in love with the warlord’s son, but could she truly love someone who killed so many innocent bystanders amongst her father and friends? He did not believe she would, she would be shocked about what happened and was taken against her will.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Wedding that never was. Carnage. Blooded bodies, crying children, weeping widows. It was a scene that would break the heart of many a hardened man. The guards that belonged to the Dragon had taken flight after massacring a good number of civilians. The monks were mostly operatives of the warlord in disguise. Many had fled, either on foot or rode out on stolen horses, leaving a shattered people behind. Banners of the Dragon were now crumpled in the dirt, and the wailing of the servants of Rikken could be heard well beyond the city walls. Those that had survived were helping the injured, and in the midst of this all the wine merchant was standing with his boa staff. His hood pulled back, and his face ashen with what he had witnessed. He walked the same path of that of the procession, looking for clues along the way that might help him uncover more about those that committed the crimes against an unsuspecting people. “Hmmph!” That was all he could think to utter on seeing the burnt remains of Rikken upon the stairs of his home. He had paid for his sins and his lies, and his daughter was now in the hands of the son of the Warlord. But where was the Ronin? And why he failed? <3>

IceTe3a: – Going through the past events in his mind like reading a book, studying exactly what had happened as he continues to walk the path back up to Rikkens, he could see it in his view but at this pace he would take awhile to arrive. Nothing could have been done differently to stop that situation, the guards were ill prepared for the attack against skilled warriors, It was a shame it had to go down this path. With each step on his left leg slightly lifted but still dragging across the ground, the dirt stiring in the mist of the air leaving a trail of blood splats on the ground he grunted slightly, as the cloth wrapped around the fresh wound started to get bloodied and stained but the dirt he had placed in the wound beforehand had helped clog the bleeding, this did not help the poison though, he was feeling the effects of it as his body was growing weaker. The serpent, A female warrior extremely skilled in her arts, he underestimated her; never to make the same mistake again, what was her story and what reasons did she have for doing this besides being a good soldier and taking orders. Although he noticed she would not confront him head on as she only attacked as a distraction to attempt to escape the situation. Perhaps only following orders, or perhaps something else he could not be sure what to think exactly, he needed to meditate on this.. bells rang in his head meditation, slowing down his heart rate and breathing would slow down the travel of the poison, although in his current state there was no hope of being able to fully do this, but he had to do it anyway, any extra time would help dearly in this situation. Closing his eyes he continues to walk forward his left leg dragging against the dirt covered road kicking up dust, he clears everything from his mind and breaths shallow breaths, it was working slightly, he could feel his heart rate slowly decrease although the poison was working against him it would not help in the long run but it may just give him the time he needs in order to get the antidote. What should have taken mere minutes ended up in a 8 minute slow and painful walk, finally reaching the gates of Rikkens place, he could smell the metallic smell of blood in the air, He would have to deal with the poison first and then bring order to this chaos. “ I need the snake charmer NOW” Ronin bellowed over the crying and moans of the people who survived the onslaught as he stepped through the gates into the start of the garden area where the event had taken place, Ronin was not one to shout but desperate times call for desperate measures. Finally making it in the midst of the battlefield, his pants ripped and bloodstained, his bare chest covered in his blood amongst others as he stood tall his eyes glancing around at the bloodied field as he slightly swayed from side to side, small sweat balls gathered on his brow from the poison, he was starting to feel the effects as he gained a fever, the poison was acting fast.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The sound of the Ronin’s voice brought the attention of many that were laying or sitting on the ground nearby, and one other. The Wine merchant who had been at the stairs of Rikken’s house, he turned and then saw the state of the Ronin. He had taken an arrow to the knee, by the looks of it, and also was looking set to pass out. A blooded stain on his arm indicated he had been struck by another weapon. The Serpent. She had gotten her fangs into the Ronin after all. Deadly..to a fault. The Wine Merchant lifted his boa staff and ran towards the Ronin as he looked about to fall and caught him on the fly. “I need a surgeon….and that Snake Charmer!” The Snake charmer, who had been sitting up against the wall, with his basket of snakes raised his head slightly. Wearing a large hat to shield his face, one could not see the smirk that lay beneath. He was wearing a red robe with golden stitching and matching sandals. Part of the circus troupe, he was not one of the Warlord’s men but merely paid to place the snake on the son of the Dragon – a known enemy of the Warlord’s house. “She bit you too, eh?” The Snake charmer said, pushing himself to standing and dusting off his coat. The Wine merchant was in no mood for attitude. He was holding the fallen Ronin and tore out the dart. Holding it up, you could see the tip was discoloured from the blood stain on his skin. “What did she use?” The Wine Merchant said, knowing time was of the essence. Sidling up to the pair, the snake charmer brought out a small vile from beneath his jacket and handed it to the Wine Merchant. “The antidote. It will cost him though. Fifty silver coins.” Making a bargain with a dying man was poor form, by any sense of the word. The Wine merchant seized the vial and spat back – “I will pay you, after this works.” Thinking it may just be alcohol and not the antidote at all. The Snake charmer shrugged, and watched the Wine merchant administer the vial to Ronin’s lips. “Drink it, Son.” The Wine Merchant urged, as now a small gathering of children watched, before a doctor made his way through the throng. “How bad is he?” The Doctor asked, looking to strip away the blooded strip of cloth from the Ronin’s knee. The sight beneath was horrific. “He needs a transfusion.” But of course not until the antidote kicked in. All watched the Ronin, to see if the antidote was working. <3>

IceTe3a: – He grunts as his will gives up, getting to dizzy he starts to fall only to be caught by the wine merchant from earlier, who was he exactly, he was no ordinary merchant but Ronin did not have the energy to question the man. He listened to the conversation that was being held in front of him, the snake charmer showed himself asking for payment for the antidote if there was one thing you could trust in it’s the greed of mankind, the snake charmer proving this point. Ronin was in and out of consciousness only catching parts of the conversation, opening his eyes again he comes to find the wine merchant shoving a small vial on his lips telling him to drink, he opens his lips slightly, his cracked lips welcoming the thought of any sort of liquid to smooth out his dry mouth, gulping down the antidote with pain he coughs out aloud, taking a deep breath he sighs with relief having to believe the snake charmer would be honest about the antidote, only time would tell. His eyes fall onto the doctor who was now stripping the self made bandage Ronin had put on his fresh wound, the blood trickled down his leg slowly as he heard the doctor talk about how serious the wound is. “I.. ripped out the arrow… serpent..” his energy was weak but he managed to jumble out some words slowly, as his breathing came to a normal steady pace. He knew the doctor would want to take care of the wound but he had to get the guards up to date and start to prepare to give chance to the serpent “I must give chase” as he went to take a step forward attempting to get loose of the wine merchants grip in defiance.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Wine merchant however would not let the Ronin just try and get away with a damaged knee and suffering from dehydration. His honor and pride at stake, this was clearly driving him forward, but the Wine Merchant would have none of that. “You give chase now, and die in the desert. One does not simply go after the Serpent in your state. Look what she has already done to you.” He spoke with a tone of authority and not that of a simple merchant. It was true; the wine merchant was not at all what he appeared to be. Snapping his fingers, he gave orders for two guards to help assist the Ronin to the Doctor’s home, so that he could be given water, and proper treatment, before setting off on his quest. “A wise man does not rush head first into danger. Patience!” he urged, as the guards both did as were told. There had been enough death for one day. The doctor led the way to his simple abode, where there was a small bed in back. The two guards helped ease the Ronin down, as the Wine Merchant came to sit on a rickety chair, that was beside the bed. “I want his leg properly cleaned, and sewn. Check for breaks in the bone.” The Wine merchant said, as the Doctor got his supplies in order, and washing his hands so they were sterile before starting. Resting his boa staff against the wall of the house, he looked down at the Ronin and said. “You’ve had a busy day. Let us talk more…about this..Serpant.” <3>

IceTe3a: – The wine merchant stopping Ronins attempt to give chase, there was nothing Ronin could do he was to weak to defy the orders of the merchant. Looking down at his wound, in his attempt at moving he had pushed some of the dirt out of his wound, as blood trickled down slowly from his wound onto his leg, a warm streamline going down to the floor. staying put as he heard the Merchant speak ‘ Look what she’s done with you’ he chuckles slightly “ You should see what I did to her” he said as he wondered exactly how she was faring with her fresh wound, she bit him but he bit back. Like a rag doll Ronin was dragged into the doctors home, it was a simple and small house, as he was laid down on top of a table he watched the doctor as he looked around, his wound bleeding slightly as some of the dirt had fallen out. “ The serpant, a female warrior, Skilled in the bow that is for sure. Although she would not fight me directly, I do believe she has skill in the sword. Her poison is to die for” he smiled slightly at the last part as he watched the doctor washing his hands, “Who are you exactly Wine merchant, and what is your part in all of this?” he finally came out with the questions that were eating at him in the back of his head.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor set to task, whilst the two men – the Wine merchant and the Ronin spoke of the woman known simply as the Serpent. He was quick to flush out the wound of the dirt and grit that was used to clot the blood flow, and this would allow him to see clear into the wound for breaks to cartilage or bone. The Ronin was incredibly lucky with the strike of the arrow to not have damaged the bone, but the walk back had aggravated the muscle and cartilage. He worked diligently to get the knee prepped to be bound and packed so that there would be no infection. In the meantime, the Ronin was saying how he faired against the Serpent was nothing at what he did to her. He was proud of the fact that he bit back and hard. The Wine Merchant listened to the tale of the Ronin’s fight, but the Serpent managed to scurry away like a wounded animal leaving the Ronin to die with the poison of her fangs. He leaned back in his rickety chair a moment, and then took out his pipe and lit it as he thought long and hard about this woman warrior. Interesting to note, she did not stay to the fight’s end. Either she didn’t want to kill him, or she had orders to return to the lands of the Warlord. Her mission was distraction, nothing more. The Ronin had asked, who the merchant was. There was a moment of silence, as even the Doctor was curious to know this. Who was a man that looked to be a simple farmer come merchant, yet acted like he was the last Shogun. “I thought I had left all that behind me, but it seems that where there is injustice, I must once again take up my sword.” He shook his head as he slowly removed his pipe, eyeing the young Ronin. “My name was… Tsunayoshi Furuya.” The Doctor stopped treating the Ronin and then gapped at the Wine merchant. “The War Horse.” He whispered incredulously. The Wine merchant sat still, not acknowledging his true name given to him by Generals of the Emperor’s army. He was a legend…now a ghost. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin grunted slightly as the doctor started to work on his leg, he made sure his leg would not move in defiance, years of conditioning allowed Ronin to lie still whilst the doctor continued to work on his leg. He heard the old wine merchant talk about the Serpent, Ronin could not help but wonder if he knew where they were going and if he knew anything more about the Serpent that Ronin didn’t already know. Finally the wine merchant let Ronin know his past and who he was, he figured as much, the old merchant was a retired warrior one of legend to be exact “ Tsunayoshi, It is an honor to be by your side, I thank you for your help today” he said in his usual low toned self. He knew the doctor was surprised by the thought of being in the same room as Tsunayoshi and this was no surprise as most thought he had disappeared into legends, “Doc how is my leg and how soon will it be until I can stand again” Unknown to Ronin but the Antidote seemed to have done its job as he had all but forgotten about the venom from the Serpent until he finally realized it was so “I will have to collect more of these antidote’s as I am to face her again in my path of this I am sure. Although I wonder of a long term solution would be possible, Doc Would I be able to build a tolerance to her Poison?” he questioned, this would take quite a lot of conditioning if it was indeed possible. “So what do you know of the Serpent, and where are these lands she runs to hide in, I need to get the daughter back safely to her household, She has lands and titles to look after now.” He said simply towards Tyunayoshi.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Getting over his shock of being in the same room as a legend such as Tsunayoshi, the Doctor did a double take when asked when the Ronin would be able to stand. Mulling this over, the Doctor said. “In three hours or so, then you use a wooden crutch. I suggest if you are to go after the Serpent, or the men of the Warlord, to do so by horse. Walking will take many days.” It appeared the Doctor knew more about this Warlord than most. Tsunayoshi gave the Doctor a curt nod of understanding, and said. “I shall pay for the boy’s expenses, and you shall not be out of pocket.” He then looked to the wounded Ronin. His tone lowered somewhat in respect of the old warrior. “Ronin, it is part of a warrior’s code to stand by those that seek to right the wrongs, and bring justice to the land. After you have rested, I will see to it we have horses and ready to head for the mountains of the Warlord. It is a treacherous and dangerous ride. Many places for the Warlord’s men to watch from sheltered positions. We must be cautious. Already they would be expecting retaliation for their brazen attack, however” At this he paused. “For the Warlord and his family, this has been a most successful strike. Many of the Dragon’s own killed people of this village. That in itself has brought those that were friends to now be enemies. Confusion will only give the Warlord more time to bolster his defences.” That said, he gave the Ronin’s bandaged knee a pat, then used his boa staff to help him to stand. “Rest…for now, I will return for you.” That said, he left the doctor’s house, as the Doctor brought food and water for the Ronin. “You be best to pay heed. That man has saved the lives of over 10,000 men….in one day.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He smiles slightly at the knowledge that Tyunayoshi would be there to help him out in this in devour , although he had stated how hard it would be, Ronin could not wait until he was on his way to face the Serpent once more, this time he would not under estimate her. “thank you again Tyunayoshi” he was very thankful for all the help, although the doctor informing him of having to use a crutch would not do “ I cannot fight whilst using a crutch will I be able to stand once I make it there if I stay on horseback?” he asked the old doctor, as Tyunayoshi paid his respects and left the two to be alone, with promise of his return. “What do you know of the Serpent and the Warlord? Any information would help” he knew the doctor knew more than he was letting on, accepting the food and drink he came to a lean as he started to eat the food with a fast pace as usual, slugging down the drink straight after “thanks for the food doc” placing the plate and cup back down he came to a lay and sighed slightly as he rested, preparing his mind for the journey ahead and the future battles that will take place,

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor became ashen faced when asked about the Warlord. Clearly, he knew much more than he was letting on. Swallowing hard, as he took away the blooded instruments and tray, he set them down near where he planned his washing. With his back to the Ronin, the Doctor said simply. “The Warlord, never goes back on his word.” Now, how did he know this? Was this not the same thing the Serpent had said? Was their more to this phrase then met the eye? Taking up a blooded pieced of cloth, he held it tight in his hands, closing his eyes. “I was once called for, to assist in the birthing of the Warlord’s new son. The birth was difficult, the wife had gone into labour early and the child was breech. I did all I could, but the child…died. As did his wife.” The Doctor let out a sigh as he recalled the events after this. Sniffing, he released the rag from his hand. “The Warlord called me a sham, and said, that he would do to me, what I had done to him.” Looking back at the Ronin, he said with a trembling chin. “They….killed her…my wife, and my …son.” The Doctor’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Eye for an eye. The Warlord never goes back on his word.” Sitting down, he had trouble regaining his train of thought. “Oh..as for standing, you should be fine, after a day’s ride. Working up the thigh muscles.” The Doctor then coughed and wiped his hand under his nose, before falling silent once more. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin fell silent as the old doctor told his heart pulling story, the poor man was robbed of his family, just like Ronin. This Ronin could relate to, as he sighed slightly “The warlord and his son will pay for the crimes they have committed your family will be avenged Doc” He reassured that with a firm nod as he sat up and looked out the window, he came back to look at the doctor “And what of the serpent, what is her story exactly?” he needed to find as much detail about her as he possibly could, “Doc do you think you could come up with more antidotes for her poisons? Something tells me we will need them” he said in his low tone as he slowly gets into a position of meditation, he breaths deep and slow calming his body and promotion his body to heal. He never expected to be dragged into a war like this he was only a sellsword, someone hired for his skills in killing, although this path seemed to have chosen him for some reason, unknown to him for now the path set before him will eventually show its reasons for choosing him, this he was sure of. So many questions he needed to ask and wanted the answers for, but he left it at the few questions he had already asked and started to meditate wafting for the old doctors answers, he was reflecting on the past events once more whilst paying attention to the present and all that was happening around him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Doctor, who had gone into some day time dream was playing out in his mind, the last time he was in the land of the Warlord. The many tents and soldiers all too willing to lay down their lives for the Warlord. A cunning and devious man, but also enigmatic. He had the gift of a silver tongue, the body of an ox and the will of a Lion. Few dared to disobey his word. He had but one son alive. No daughters to speak of, unless you counted….her. “The day they dragged my wife and son before me, this girl – a mere slip of a child with long flowing hair stood at the steps of the Warlord and watched as my wife and son were slain before her eyes. The child…she did not even flinch. No emotion. How could a child be so cold? I was later told that she had been taken as an infant from her own village long before. The Warlord stripped her of her humanity and turned her into what would become..the Serpent. She was incredibly gifted. A natural with snakes and other venomous creatures that crawled and slithered all over her without biting. Also, she could bend her body, like that of a snake, and coil up in a ball. I saw it for myself, as she was to entertain the Warlord, when he was bored with the jugglers and musicians. Now, she is a grown woman, and you have seen and felt her bite.” The Doctor concluded that the snake charmer would know more about the anti venom, and just what poisons the Serpent was known to use. “I would seek him out, before Tsunayoshi is ready to leave.” <3>

IceTe3a: – He nods as the doctor gives him the information he needs to know about the serpent, coming to a stand he had meditated enough to prepare his body to support his leg, he breaths out deeply as he glances down to the doctor, he places a medium sized coin purse on the table in front of the old doctor and bows graciously in respect “Thank you doctor, if there’s anything I can ever do to repay you, please come find me” he bows one last time as he takes his leave, he must find this snake charmer and buy the antidotes needed to fight against the serpent and any information that he may have on him. Last seen the snake charmer was back in Rikken’s place, so that’s where he started to head, he noticed people dragging dead bodies away, whilst others were helping the wounded to their houses, this town has seen some heavy shit in the past night, he could not help but put that burden on to himself as he made his way up to Rikken’s house he walked into the garden area locating one of the guards “ I want this place cleaned up, RIkken’s last wish was that his daughter inherit all his wealth, lands and titles with all the power that came with it. Ronin would not see another young female left alone in the world with no one to care for her, so he lied to set her up so she could have her own life back the way she wanted it, perhaps without the warlord’s son though. He watched as the guard wondered off to inform the other guards of their new duties and who they worked for as of now on. “Has anyone seen the snake charmer I need to speak with him” he said aloud so people could hear him, this was important so he had to find the charmer.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Snake Charmer appeared from behind a large column and bowed to see the Ronin had made it back from the Doctor’s both alive and treated for his wound to his knee. “Ah..it is the Ronin. You must have the spirit of a cat, for you have already lost a life and yet…here you are.” Said with a smile, he knew what the Ronin was after and also where he was heading next. “You wish to buy all my anti venom? Hmm? Smart man are you. Very smart. The Serpent would expect nothing less.” With a snake draped around his shoulder, he approached the Ronin and handed him a small shoulder bag, the contents of which was many vials, all marked as well as a snake bite kit. “You’re going to need this, Ronin.” Glancing around him, the Snake charmer said. “So you think you can get Rikken’s daughter back? Hmm? The old fool that spent the Warlord’s payment for his daughter is always assured of getting what he paid for. Unfortunately for Rikken, you were not able to protect the real prize. Rikken was dying, everyone knew. But the Dragon…oh, that was a clever move. You see, when the people of the Dragon learn that their King and Prince have been slain, they are going to raze this city till it is nothing more than ash. And I for one, am not going to wait to see that come to fruition.” Was it true what he was saying? That even if the Ronin could get the daughter back, would there be a home for her to go to? <3>

iceTe3a: – His eyes meet up with the snake charmer as he shows himself finally, already knowing exactly what Ronin was here for, he watched as the snake charmer came to a stop in front of him, handing him a satchel of antidote vials he takes a look inside and nods “How much is this going to cost me” his eyes glance back up towards the snake charmer “ And I wonder if your vast knowledge in poisons could lead you to telling me a more… stronger antidote?” he was leaning towards a toleration to her poisons or some sort of fix that would reverse the effects, even if it was taken before the venom was imbedded into his body. “Lastly what do you know of the serpent? What is her fighting styles, who is she and where did she learn all of this” he glances at the snake resting on the snake charmers shoulders admiring the beauty of such an intelligent creature, he admired all animals in life. People.. Not so much.. Children he plainly despised, that’s something he picked up over the years, Thinking of people, he would have to find out where Tsunayoshi went off to, perhaps the local pub for a drink which did not sound bad at this point in time.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Snake charmer merely stroked his python as he listened to the Ronin’s questions about a stronger antidote to her poisons, possibly something that could fix his system or make the Ronin intolerant. The charmer thought the man was mad. “I made antidotes for many species of snakes, scorpions’ even sea snakes. Only one person has an antidote that cures all, and makes one immune. The Serpent, hmm, how do I put this? It is like, she is not even human. Mind you she looks it, but on the inside she has the spirit of the great Snake. Few are alive to tell of the rumors of what they did to her as a small child.” This actually had the Charmer become reflective, for he held a great deal of respect for serpents in general.” He gestured for the Ronin to follow the Charmer to a side room out of ear shot of the servants of the house of Rikken. “I don’t even know if I should be telling you this. You see, the child with no name had the body of a skilled contortionist. Amazed by this, the Warlord put her into a pit with many snakes and one…great snake, the size of which I have never seen before. I was there that day, and what happened is etched into my very memory. The Warlord thought that the girl would fight the snakes, but…” His eyes glazed over for a moment as even the serpent around his neck raised its head, listening to this tale. “The great snake coiled around the child, again and again, and you would think it was to constrict her and break her bones. But instead, it was not that at all. The snake placed its head to hers and as though something passed between them. It then released her and the child simply walked between the snakes, all letting her pass, without attacking, without fear. And that is how she got her name.” At this, the one known as Tsunayoshi, the old warrior appeared. The snake charmer backed away, and turned to leave the two men to speak. No talk of payment was said. <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin listens to the snake charmers advice; with little resolve of course the only person in the world who had the antidote to make someone immune was the serpent herself. This day just got worse he needed to get a leg up on her, perhaps he would find a weakness somewhere he had yet seen her fight one on one so there was still hope. He followed the snake charmer as he wanted to speak where prying ears could not hear, he told of the story of a little girl being accepted by a giant snake of legends, how other snakes moved out of the way as if she had some kind of understanding with them, was she human at all? Is that why she had no issue with this grievous onslaught of innocence, it would explain a lot of questions that is for sure. The story the snake charmer told of the Serpent was interesting and almost sounded like rumor but the snake charmer swore by it as he stated he was there, “ I thank you for your help Snake charmer I am in debited to you once again” he gave the snake charmer a bow for respect and was going to continue to pry for more information when Tsunayoshi stepped in from the shadows, he glanced back to the snake charmer who was already walking away, leaving the two to be by themselves, but what of the payment for the antidotes? Perhaps he required none, But he would have to pay the snake charmer back someday; somehow. Turning to face Tsunayoshi he nodded in welcome “I am fine do not threat, I have gathered more antidotes for our journey, We will need them I think is safe to say.” As he glanced around slightly he rubbed his chin “What is our next move? Are we ready to give chase?” Ronin was impatient, even though he wanted to help the townspeople seek revenge and get his fight with the Serpent, he had his own goals in mind and still had to complete them both as they were both equally important. Whilst thinking of his sister he pulled out the photo of them and glanced at it for awhile in silence.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior contemplated what the Ronin asked, and then he put a question to the Ronin. “We are but two men, and you wish us to enter the lands of a powerful Warlord, with an army of over ten thousand. Think of that a moment. I am not as young as I once was, but I know this much. The land of the Dragon will learn of this tragedy against their nobles, and they will want to strike back. Question is, can they be redirected to attack those that killed their leader?” He paused a moment, and then said finally. “A tale of three peoples. A child bride, and a dangerous Warlord. If we are going to have any chance, to return the child of Rikken to her rightful place, we are going to need an army. And as you see, there is not one here.” <3>

IceTe3a: – Ronin understood where Tsunayoshi was coming from and he agreed in one hand but in another his mind was on another goal in his life “ I agree it is not wise to take on a entire army, but we are not going to take on an entire army are we? We are simply going there to retrieve a small girl and kill the warlord and his son, Whilst I deal with the Serpent. They will be too busy looking at the Dragons army, All I see is a distraction, for us to sneak in and assassinate who we must.” He paused for a moment and drew a deep breath “They would not care of two men who are put in the back of their minds, possibly not even known as a threat.” He turns to face Tsunayoshi “ I want to return the young lady, and kill those responsible lastly fight the serpent once more.” Pausing for a moment before continuing “I have a goal in life, My young sister was taken from my family my mother died after giving birth to her, my father died of a broken heart from the loss of his wife and daughter. I live on having that burden on my shoulders I made a promise to my father that I would find my sister and return her into my caring arms so you see I do not have the time nor the patience to raise an army and go to full scale war when there is a faster option” he glances down at the picture of his baby sister and him in the photo, with a short sigh her name escapes his lips.. “Ayame…” he showed Tsunayoshi the photo of them so he would understand before he placed it back into his pocket “So I hope you understand my path in life.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – The old warrior knew of what he spoke, but the young Ronin had other ideas. A dream to be reunited with a lost child, who may well now be a woman. His hopes to go in and assassinate the Warlord and his son, whilst rescuing the girl and dealing with the Serpent, was a huge undertaking. He could not do it alone. Exhaling and then striking his boa staff into the tiled floor of Rikken’s house, he placed a hand upon the Ronin’s shoulder, and nodded. “Then…we leave now for the lands of the Warlord. I have the horses ready.” :: Far from the town of Rikken, in a small tent of the Warlord Army, a woman lay on a stretcher while a doctor painstakingly removed the hira shiruken from her back. All was done without a sedative or pain relief. She silently gripped the edges of the stretcher, as her body shook and flinched as the hira shuriken were extracted. The Doctor was himself trembling as he worked to remove all from her bare and blooded back. “The Warlord will be pleased with the success of your mission, Serpent. He has the girl that he paid for, and you managed to end the rule of the Dragon. Much festivity awaits your return.” The Serpent did not respond, merely gritting her teeth as she played out in her mind a reel of her fight with the Ronin. They had battled, and she fled before ending his life. The next time they met, only one would be left standing. <3>


Skype Role Play Presents! –“Shank’s Wrecking Ball.”

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Shank’s Wrecking Ball
 
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Featuring the talents of…

Greg
The Redback Spider
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Guest star; Rear Admiral Floyd!

Please note, this has not been in anyway edited or had spell check. LOL

[8:11:16 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: It was 2:30 am on a wednesday night, like any other wednesday night for Canadians all over Canadia. In one particular small town, a little boy sat indian style, well I guess Indian style isn’t the politically correct term for it anymore. What is the term now? Criss cross…. racist sauce I think or something. Anyway, the kid was sitting criss cross racist sauce in his meatwad pyjammas watching the tv toob, when all of a sudden, his face beamed with a look of pure delight. “MOMMY! MOMMY! LOOK IT’S THE LATE NITE SHOW WITH SHANK MCGINNIS!” he shouted gleefully. His mother poked her head out of the kitchen, NOT CAUSE SHE WAS MAKING SAMMICHES, that just so happens to be where the wifi comes in best so she can watch her internet por…. uh… youtube cat videos. yeah. Anyway, NOT MAKING SAMMICHES. Don’t want any shit from butthurt Tumblr feminists. Anyway, she pokes her head out & replies, “Aint you supposed to be in bed you little shit?” Ahhh you can just feel the love. Or mabe that’s the bran muffin I ate an hour ago.

[8:16:00 PM | Edited 8:17:12 PM] The Redback Spider.: -In the control room, the Producer – a balding man with wire rimmed glasses is sipping his fourth red bull as the director is leaning on the padded wall behind him smoking a joint. “Fuck, if we don’t get the ratings up…I won’t be able to pay off my debt to big Jimmy. DIRK…cue to camera five to close up…off stage left” The Producer fumbles with the script notes and then stares at the many screens in front of him before making a horrid realization. “Where’s Shank?” That was a good question. Down in the green room, wafts of smoke was filtering out of the half opened door, where the cackle of insane laughter was heard. (heart)

[8:29:18 PM] Greg: Jesse was working on his make-up in room 3. The face contour of his foundation needed to match perfectly with every shade of blue eyeliner and eye shadow, the ones that glittered in the camera’s spotlights. Sooner or later Shank was about to be on stage, and as his advisor it was up to him to be ready for all the scripts and speeches that would be said. Of course Shank was a major hottie, and dare Jesse say brave for being on film naked, in front of audiences sometimes even. Just the ruby gloos lipstick to go… he thought as a knock sounded on his door. “Hookah what?! I ain’t in the helpin’ business no more. I’m in the fu-k off while I smoke a blunt and put mah mask on business… and business is about to pick way the fu-k up. “

[8:41:42 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: In the green room, Shank was staring blankly at the wall while a cloudy haze wafted around him. His 1st guest had burnt up enough Indica to make an entire bus full of nuns fail a piss test. Shut up, it makes sense, just go with it. He was suddenly jerked from his stupor when a stage hand ran into the room & frantically yelled “THE SHOW IS ABOUT TO START MAN, GET GOING!” Shank giggled cause the stage hand’s nickname was pee pants. The reason why should be pretty obvious. I mean come on man. Then it sunk into Shanks brain that the show WAS about to start. “OH SHIT!” HE yelped, then bolted out the door, plowing through pee pants, who let out a girlish “Waaughgh” & fell flat, living up to his nickname in the process. Doug meanwhile chuckled goofily watching the whole ordeal between bong hits. “hah it’s funny cause you screamed like a girl & peed your pants”. he mumbled . (coffee)

[8:46:26 PM] The Redback Spider.: The Studio audience which was made up mostly of a suburban bus tour from the Shady springs retirement home was clapping and cackling as Dizzy Dawn, the studio warm up guy was telling another one of his dreaded jokes. “…..And so then the barmaid said..luv, I been pulling for years!” The crowd was sure to soil a few of their kimbex adult sized nappies after that one. In the control box, the Producer was frantic, and if he had hair, he would have been pulling it out. “We’re live…in five…four…three…two…one…ROLL IT” Cameras are racing left and right as the stage lights swirl and the band starts up a cheeky rendition of “Baby’s got back.” But where is Shank? (heart)>

[8:52:35 PM] Greg: “Alright, geez, I’m ready… It takes a lot of effort to get someone like me to look this cheap” ~Jesse flicked his hair and walked out of the room. “What?! The show has started and it’s main star is not on?” He gasped and placed his fingers to his mouth. “Well, this will be some fucked up intervention. OH SHANKY OH SHANKY WHERE MIGHT THOU BE?” He blinked a few times as he walked down the corridors, passing the camera crew and stylists. Looking out to the audience he held a gruesome expression. These people were such a drag. Business needed to be booming with flirtatious young men, and women… but men. His thoughts drifted ever so slightly as he walked, if not for the ugly no hair whatsoever person infront of him, he would have tripped. “Eww, what the fuck is that a freckle on his head or something?” Moving closer Jesse realized it was the producer of the show. . . . Oh…shit.

[8:55:21 PM | Edited 8:55:43 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: Meanwile Shank raced down the hallway, out to the back of the set & ran screaming like a yard ape. He plowed through the back of the set, then charged at the house band still screaming, plowed through the drummers bass drum & tackled the drum player knocking him through the screen behind him. He then began punching the drummer repeatedly in the face while set hands brought out a new drum kit. Shank then charged back across the set, climbed the set furniture & plopped onto his desk smashing it. The cameras panned to the band briefly then back to Shank who was suddenly nekked & was taking a tazer to his own balls, then back to the band, then back to shank. He was dressed again & bashing on a statue of a midget with a frying pan, He then wound down, threw a potted plant & plopped in his chair wheezing as a new desk was slid in front of him & stage hands replaced the stage furniture.

[9:01:45 PM] The Redback Spider.: Well when the audience saw the anarchy that was the Shank McGinnis show, many were gasping, one women spat out her own false teeth in horror. The pre show comedian was holding up an applause sign and pointing at it as if his life depended on it, as the Producer hit the mic and announced to the audience they would get a weekend pass from their retirement home to the local Indian casino with $50 in chips if they clapped. AND CLAP they did. It wasn’t hard to convince the old ducks, I mean, when you are bed ridden, and someone offers you a chance to visit a reservation Casino with hot and cold buffet and all you can eat via a straw, you’d jump at it too. The control box was in meltdown, as the Producer noticed the strange lad beside him, flipping his hair like Paris during fashion week. “Are you a guest?” he asked, flipping through his show’s notes. “Throw back from the 80′s maybe?’ (heart)>

[9:10:09 PM] Greg: Oh, so the producer didn’t even know him? That was a plus… although this first impression will forever haunt his memory. What a dick, frecklehead thought he was a GUEST? “Ummm.” He blinked and stared, his posture slanted as he looked at his shimmy like nails of pink glitter and then suddenly spoke, finally deciding to look at the old coon in his eyes. So smug this little fag thought he was. “No sir, not a guest. I am advisor to Shank McGinnis, and it’s a throw back from Queen Sheba I’ll have you know. ” He strutted away and stole one the crew-men’s tie, replacing it with a card and Jesse’s number. His fingers went to his lips and chin, as he silently mouthed the words “call me.”

[9:22:20 PM | Edited 9:22:36 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: Shank sat wheezing for a moment & couldn’t help but wonder if he was forgetting something. He looked at his legs. Yup, pants are there. Was it deoderant? This is TV, so what the fuck did it matter? It’s not like people have smell o vision tv. Do they? Could people smell him through their TVs? That’s fucked up man. I mean I don’t know what’s more fucked up. Smelling funky, or them with their noses smeared to their TV set wanting to know what people smell like. WERE PEOPLE FAPPING TO THIS? “I NEED DEODERANT STAT!” Shanks blurted out, then looked around baffled for a moment. “Oh yeah, monolouge” he muttered as it finally dawned on him. HE jumped up & ran over to the microphone standing closer to the audience. “So uh what’s the deal with old people? Amirite? I mean jeeze. They are the only class of people with their own pattented smell.” His routine clearly wasn’t going over well with the geriatric studio audience, who began booing. “& whats with senior discounts? I wish I could get half priced food for shitting my pants.” HE was about to launch into another joke when the soiled brief of one irate audience member splatted shit side to face on his forhead. & it was at that moment that the production intern in the booth froze the frame with the caption of “We will be right back” on their way to comercial.

[9:34:00 PM] The Redback Spider.: Commercial time: You could see the set for what looked to be a car yard, and standing out the front wearing a full western get up was none other than Bill Murray. He stared at the camera with a dead pan expression as a show girl popped up beside him waving a shiny banner that read “$9,999 drive away!” Bill then got the cue from the onsight director and gave off a fake cheesy smile. “My accountant said I have dress like a complete dick and sell YOU FOLK one of these hunking pieces of japanese mass produced crap for…*he looked at the booby show girl and asked* How much again?” She appeared to be mute and kept waving the sign as her feather hat kept covering up Bill’s face. “Yes..god, I so want to die. Come..buy one of these cars…kill the American dream, fuck Obamacare…Yes…only $9,999..buy one and drive it off the cliff..When are we doing Ghostbusters 3?” he said, walking off the lot, while the Show girl continued to wiggle and flash the sign. The commercial over it was back to the studio, where one of the makeup girls was trying not to vomit from prizing off the shitty nappy from Shank’s head. Could it get anyworse?

[9:49:31 PM] Greg: Jesse looked over to Shank was standing, everyone trying to get his look back to normal before the break commercial was over. “Shank! Shank!” He called out.. holding the script in his hand. “SHANK YOU HOE!” He finally caught up, checking that his hair was not a mess from running in 12′ heels. “Bitch, these are your lines… Use them now before we run this show into the ground.” The desk and chairs that Shank had smashed were replaced, and this time he should be able to control his impulsivity. He saw the headlines before he even heard the words. “We’re brought back to you now, live with Shank McGinnis” The fake applauses could be faintly heard from the audience, as Shank would finally start Walking back onto the stage-set.

[9:56:58 PM | Edited 10:07:52 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: Shank sat at his desk while the make up crew worked to clean the shit off his forehead the best they could. What a way to experience the last meal that the old fart ate. “You sir, need to eat less red meat.” he thought to himself as he mused over the aroma that would be following his face around for the foreseeable future. “Why what’s that fragrance I’m wearing you ask? Beefy shit. It’s not really very well aged, but the guy whose ass it came from was.” Suddenly a very flamboyant drag queen ran up to him calling him a hoe & thrusting index cards with his script on them at him. “uh, are you a dude or a chick?” He asked bemusedly. “WE’RE COMING BACK FROM COMMERCIAL!” he heard someone yell. As the cameras focused back on him, he looked at the index cards. “Chicken, banannas, potato chips, gallon of KY jely, I think this is someones grocery list. He shuffled on to the next card & stared for a minute. “N****r well that.s just racist. Moving on to the next he stared reading it for a moment. “Is this just a bunch of Wham lyrics?” Then he went to the next one which was all discolored & ragged. He sniffed it & grimmaced. “Ghaa thats where that smell was coming from. Was this one in that diaper??” He started shuffling through the rest when another one of the audience members ran in from off set & smacked him in the head with their walker, which again was the exact moment the production intern froze the screen for a commercial break.

[10:16:07 PM] The Redback Spider.: Commercial time ; Justien Bieber who was actually dressed as a school boy is rushed on set where there is a big sign behind him that says in bright orange letters “BEANZ MEANZ HEINZ” The star looks awkward and then stares at the camera, nervous about doing the ad. “When…I have had a hard day at school, my Mummy always makes for me…a big…plate…of…*he looks off camera and shakes his head, not wanting to say what is on the cue cards. He then starts the commercial again, and swallows hard. “When..I have a hard day at school..my Mummy always makes me a big tray of…of..COCAINE…rows of fucking cocaine…COKE..coke..not fucking Baked beans!’ At this point, a big pot of baked beans which is ceremoniously tipped on the unsuspecting Bieber, coating him in thick gooey Heinz bean goodness. “WAAAAH I’LL SUE…YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!!!’ end commercial. (heart)>

[10:33:29 PM] Greg: “I’ll be whatever you want me to be hunny, as long as you stick to the cards.” He waved his hands about as two large vans of Heinz Baked beans rolled into the garage sets, giving out free tins to the elderly, Justin Bieber fighting with the camera crew and associates about his advertising rights. “Someone get that pretentious little wanna be out of my sight. He makes us drag queens look gay, and that’s sayin’ something.” Jesse laughed at himself, as the commercials were almost ending. However Jesse needed something more, more viewers and more money. More money meant more lipstick and more strip clubs. Walking back over to the producer he demanded attention by taking off his silk top, coiled muscles reflected perfectly against his sun tanned skin. “Now look here, we need more young people listening to us, and if Shanky is not going to help, then we needa think of something. “ He twirled infront of the bald man producer and smiled. “Get what I mean?”

[10:50:07 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: “BEIBER?” Shanks yelled as he saw the commercial airing off stage, he sprang from his desk & charged at the whiny little douchebag yelling at the top of his lungs all the way. He didn’t even bother to pay attention to if the commercial had ended or not. He just ran full tilt at the little fucker & started punching the shit outta him. Litterally. He took the kid down & beat him till he shit his pants. The production intern again froze the frame while Shanks was in mid swing with the “We’ll be right back” message & then cut to a pre-recorded clip of a nudist colony where folks were just doing their thing, hanging out nekkid like all people who really should never be nude in public do. I mean really, why is it always the people who we would gladly pay to put their clothes back on who feel the need to be nude all the time? I mean what the actual fuck man? Anyway, suddenly Shanks runs fully dressed through the crowd yelling “I’M REVERSE STREAKING!!!” The clip ends & Shanks is sitting back at his desk. “Uh, please welcome my next guest, Doug Benson.” Then Doug walks out from off stage & sits in the chair next to Shanks desk. Shank took a large drink from the gallon of milk that he had been sucking down while the previous clip was running, & periodically throughout the show. “uhhhhh so do you think that American politics is imperialism?” He asked Doug. Doug was so baked though, all he did was just grin & giggle. Shanks sat for a moment then puked all over the desk. The camera zoomed in close on the guest while stage hands raced in & toweled up the puke lightning fast. “You ever get your balls stuck in swinging doors?” Shanks asked. Doug looked blank. They sat awkwardly for a moment. “MOTHER FU-” The intern again froze the frame with the “we’ll be right back” caption

[10:59:20 PM] The Redback Spider.: The Producer got what the little PA to Shanks was saying, but at the same time, the Star of the show was taking to a Baked beaned encrusted Bieber with such gusto, that once again they had to run a clip about a nudist colony. One of the audience members actually chuckled and nudged her girlfriend Alice. “Remember that weekend, Ali?” The two laughed to see themselves starkers on the telly and all around them got an insight that they rather not have. “Her tits are smacking her knee cappies.’ One old coot blurted, whilst another was trying to shield her husband’s eyes. Then when the show came back on, it was none other than a half baked Doug Benson on the stage. “Who the fuck hired him?” the Director yelled into the mic, as the Producer threw up his show notes and started to bang his head on the teleprompter as the “We’ll be right back” imgae came to frame. This wasn’t a show, it was a three ring circus, with assholes and clowns, the kind that give you nightmares. The Director started popping heart pills while in the wings a new guest was waiting. But would Shank’s be able to keep going before the station manager pulled the plug? (heart)>

[11:17:13 PM] Greg: Jesse rolled his eyes at the bald man. “You don’t get it do you? You’re so old.” Jesse turned around and sashayed onto the set shirtless and all, winking at the old people as his ass jiggled in the heels. How such a manly physique worked with someone as gay as Jesse people would never know, but it was hot and bound to get viewers’ attention. He looked at the chair next to Doug and Shanks and took a seat. “Well, it’s not a strip pole but I suppose it’s just as good. What is that? Jello… Ugh I don’t know what this strange obsession is with white gurls and jello. However if you guys talk any more shit you might just turn into a toilet.” Jesse giggled and waited to hear a laugh from the audience as well. Yet all he heard were the sound of sucking on false teeth and snoring. “Ooooook, old people have no humor.” He raised his eyebrows and turned back around. “So, Doug? Mind if I give you a lap dance for the lovelies watching at home?” He licked his cherry red lips and winked lasciviously at him.

[11:27:36 PM] Rear Admiral Floyd: Shanks sat staring off into space & Doug was eating a sandwich he pulled out from who knows where while Jesse was talking in the next chair over. Doug got a startled look of his face when Jesse offered him a lap dance. “Uhhh I’m not sure what the opposite of a boner is called, but I have that right now.” Doug said. Shanks suddenly snapped back to reality. “Well for my next guest, I was going to bring out Dr. Steve Brule, but apparently he doesn’t really exist. Apparently I can’t interview fictional people. So we’ll just end with our musical guest, I accidentally double booked though so please give a round of applause for the Cheese willies & Donkey Punch. & Remember people, no matter how shitty this show may be, It’s still better than Jimmy Fallon. Goodnight everybody.” The camera panned over to the 2 bands that were trying to play over each other as the shows credits rolled. Shanks sat at his desk checking messages on his cell phone, then suddenly leapt away from his desk as some random guy on a dirt bike just plowed into it.

[11:53:31 PM | Edited 11:54:16 PM] Greg: “OH! The opposite of a boner?” He tapped his finger to his lips. “So you have trouble getting it up? You could have just said so big boy.” Jesse moved his hand over to rub it against Doug’s thigh, before noticing the show had ended. “Oh, finally… time for sex, because let’s face it. We can, and it’s better to do without the population growth. Hue” He winked again and stood up, blocking out the sound of the two bands facing each other off as if they were playing a game of guitar hero. Luckily he did too, because moments later a bike came in and crashed Shank’s desk… again. “I do hope out equipment is free, because I can’t afford my lipstick otherwise.” “Who cares about your god damn lip stick?” A make-up artists had voiced her opinion, but instantly blushed when she saw his abs. A grin found its way to Jesse’s face. “You’ll care about my lip stick too hunny, but you can’t touch this meat.” He pulled out his phone and dialed in a few numbers. “Dani, baby! I need some interior design in the club back in L.A, I’ll be there tonight for some fun, thanks gurl.” “Yall black ass nigga, where you been? Hey listen.. If there was ever a time to listen to a white person, it would be now. I need some audience members, preferably men… hot, and early 20’s. If you do I’ll give you tc love for one day.” Runnign over to the producer he grabbed his Christian Dior wallet and threw a piece of paper at the producer. “There some people coming around to spice up the show, I’ll need you to escrot them around a bit while I head to Las Angeles to check on my club. And by that I mean.. “ He started singing Destiny Child’s “Check on it” as he texted his fangirl Miranda Kerr. “Heeeeyyy gurl, I need some of Victoria’s secrets… Thanks (cat).” Walking out he started belting. “If you got, flaunt it, boy I know you want it.” Yeah that’s right bitches, keep starin’ at this ass.


Supernaturals – The Human Realm (24) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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Re: The Human World [rp]
March 07, 2014 08:51PM
Saint Vladimir’s Academy – Student Dorms

Sleep had evaded her in the five minutes she’d attempted it, but it had felt like hours. She groaned loudly, loud enough to reveal that it wasn’t necessarily genuine. Vern’s eyes snapped to her clock – the five minutes had passed into the time that there wasn’t a single staff member within hearing distance of the dorms. The perfection in the timing of her restlessness would never cease to amaze the young Incarceron. She slipped out of her bed, her nightgown falling in pools about her feet. She glided toward her door, opening it just a crack.

The whistle that came from her pursed lips was quite an anomaly. It was so high in pitch that only Moroi could hear, but lovely in tone, while still being annoying enough to wake the day walkers. As it were, the breeze that it blew on was laced with her magic, causing it to be quite cold – and seek out whomever she chose. For this particular eve (or morn, depending on the schedule your kind follows), she simply chose “Troublemakers”. Any Moroi that were as restless as her would hear this calling, whether she cared for their company or not. This… was going to be an interesting night. (Or day. This is going to get confusing for you diurnals.)

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Re: The Human World [rp]
March 07, 2014 10:53PM
Vlad’s Bedroom/Office

“I failed. My choice in kills was…unacceptable. I await my punishment, M’lord.” she explained the best way she knew how. She knew she had fucked up, she would not meet his gaze head on. He sat back in his seat, his eyes dark and assessing, drumming his fingers on the surface of his desk. The noise this made was loud in the silence of the room as he decided on what he would do.

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Pushing back, he gained his feet, moving around his desk to stand before her. He could practically feel the nervousness and fear pouring off of her. He paced around behind her his thoughts jumbling together. There really was only one decision he could make in this situation. He finally stopped pacing, placing his hands on her shoulders. She would most likely flinch, but he would not comment on this.

“I am not going to punish you…this time.” he whispered against her ear. “I believe what you did and how it effected you was punishment enough.” He released her and moved back to stand in front of her, tilting her chin up so she would have to look him in the eye. He was going to speak very plainly and bluntly, drilling into her head the very importance of what they were here for. “But we cannot afford another screw up such as the one you made last night. We are in a new city and they are VERY aware of us. It is no longer like it used to be many centuries ago, with us having to hide ourselves away. These humans will not hesitate to slaughter us like sheep if we even step a toe out of line. Already, news of the train is on the television. This is not acceptable.” He released her chin and turned away from her, moving back to his desk.

“No more screw ups, Emilia.” he stated with finality as he sat down.

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He would wait for her acknowledgment or denial before he moved on to his next topic.

“Have you ever been to New Hampshire?” he smirked.

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Shane’s Car

Shane didn’t answer her for the longest time, starting the car and heading for home. But she was a patient woman and knew he wouldn’t be able to keep whatever was bothering him from her for very long. He had promised to never lie to her and it was a promise he always kept.

“Got a text from Marissa.”

“She wouldn’t call you on vacation unless it was important.” Carmen frowned, a sense of foreboding causing her to shiver.

“Apparently there is something important that she needs to tell me, but can’t do it on the phone for some reason.”

“It must be serious then.” Carmen nodded.

“Check my phone if you want. But I already let her know we are on our way back.”

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“I believe you, baby. You don’t need to reassure me.” she stated, placing a comforting hand on his arm as he kept his eye on the road. The she-wolf (“I really need to think of a name for her.” Carmen stated.) whined in commiseration and placed her chin on Shane’s shoulder as if she sensed his turbulent thoughts and was wishing to comfort him.

“Bet you are excited to see the kids, huh? I just hope Jarvis managed to behave while we were gone, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Carmen knew this was Shane’s way of making her feel more at ease and allowed it, sitting back in her seat with a chuckle. “Amelia would smack him down if he misbehaved. I hope she’s okay out in the guesthouse by herself. I know Dyna said she had plans to stop by and visit. Told me some odd story about Booker’s niece needing help with something. What that would be, I haven’t a flipping clue.” Carmen shrugged, crossing her ankles as she turned to stare out into the night.

Re: The Human World [rp]
March 08, 2014 04:04AM
Vlad’s Bedroom/Office

Emilia didn’t know what was worse. Not being punished, or having him so close and touching her in a way that amounted to a kind of affection. As much as she had tried over the years to kill off those feelings, every time he looked at her – appraised her, it resurfaced like a battle scar. Raw…bleeding. This was just how it was. An endless cycle and one she would never be free of. The Count did not love. It was simple as that. He fed, and he killed. There was no humanity, not a trace of compassion. Simply put, Emilia was part of his survival network. A pawn in his chess game. A knight to his Kingship. Did he play on the feelings he must of known she had for him? Probably. Why else would he deny her the punishment that she knew would come eventually? His hands, the touch did cause her to flinch. Contact from a being, any being she hated, for it reminded her painfully of what she had lost all those years before.

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“I believe what you did and how it effected you was punishment enough.”

The Count let her go, and she released a breath until he walked around to face her. The finger to her chin, forcing her to look at him. He was angry still. The centuries had brought with it a new sense of power by the humans, especially in a city like New York. The vampires could be and would be hunted down if they were stupid enough to put themselves at risk of exposure. This was Emilia’s crime.

“No more screw ups, Emilia.”

And that was it. He took his seat and the General was left to lick her wounds silently. But the Count was not done. His laptop open and glowing, he had been doing some digging.

“Have you ever been to New Hampshire?”

“No, I have not, M’lord.” It was a simple and honest answer. She wondered if that was where his prized artifacts were. Knowing this meant travelling, Emilia asked. “Shall I arrange transportation, M’lord?’ It would either mean a specially chosen limousine or something a little more armored. It looked like the trio would be making a road trip.

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Shane’s car

The ride home was a fairly quiet one. Shane was deep in thought about what awaited their return, and thankfully his admission of what had been troubling him meant that he was keeping Carmen in the loop, so to speak. The wolf’s whining was a little off putting, so Shane turned up the car radio as they sped along the open country road towards home.

~A few hours later~

The Williamson Estate

At last the car headlights finally illuminated the gates to their home. There were several cars in the drive, two that Shane was unfamiliar with. Either Amelia had company, which they had already discussed as a possibility, or David was entertaining. Either way, the house was going to be filled with people, or vampire.

“Home sweet home.” Shane said as he pulled the car into the garage and turned off the engine. Opening the door, he stepped out, then dropped the seat so the wolf could easily get out. “Why don’t I get the bags, and you can go show off your new pet to the kids?” It was almost like he was playing Father knows best. Who would have thought that Shane could be so…domesticated? Leaving Carmen to take care of the wolf, he went around to get his luggage, when a familiar voice said.

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“You two go away on a romantic weekend and don’t invite me along…typical.” It was Marissa. She bore a crooked grin, and tried to keep things cheerful, while holding a file folder. Clearly whatever it was she needed to see him about, couldn’t wait. Shane got the bags out of the boot, and slammed it shut, rounding to walk up to Marissa. “Now? I just got back.” Marissa grabbed a bag from his hand and nodded. “Now.”

The two walked towards the front entrance, where Shane opened the door, only to hear loud music and a lot of chatter. Most of David’s boys were as usual in the kitchen, while he spotted Bianca and Misty heading for the media room. “Hey Shane!” the girls chorused, while Shane put down the bags. “Hey girls. I’ll be down shortly.” Shane then motioned for Marissa to follow him to his den, knowing that Carmen would be along after dealing with the wolf, possibly contacting a vet.

Closing the door, Shane rounded on Marissa and snarled. “This better be important.” You could see by the look in Shane’s eyes, that the old Shane was back.

Marissa went to turn on the television, and that was when the news reports about the missing train station manager, and the footage of the near collision of the two trains on the NY state rail network was making prime time news coverage. Watching all this, Shane was bewildered. “You wanted to show me a news report?” Marissa swallowed and then came the part she was waiting for. A shot of the platform where the mysterious train had been. There was a box on it. She freeze framed the shot and then approached the screen. “Tell me what you see written on that box.” Shane put on his glasses and approached the screen, peering closely. The writing was in Romanian. At first, Shane didn’t twig, until he actually read what the words said.

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“Vlad Tepes?…What?”

Shane couldn’t believe it himself. The box was big enough to hold a coffin, and had the name Vlad Tepes written on it. At first, Shane thought this was a joke. “This is what the big deal was? A box with the name of the most famous vampire in the world, who happens to be..in New York?” Shane shook his head. “No. This is some sort of prank.” Marissa did not look amused. “I intercepted some police reports about that train derailment, the two passenger trains. It was meant to collide and something stopped it. THEN this.” She pointed back at the television set. “Don’t you think its a little bit odd? A coincidence perhaps.”

“I think I need a drink.”

“Shane. Something strange is going on, and when it comes to strange, YOU normally are involved in it.” She had a point, and in the past that was a certainty, but not this time. Taking up the scotch decanter, he poured himself a glass. “Well, Marissa, I can honestly say that this has nothing to do with me. But..I can assure you, if this is real. If the REAL Count has come to America, he must have a bloody good reason.’

This is where Marissa became truly concerned. “We need to find out what that is.”

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Re: The Human World [rp]
March 10, 2014 07:42PM
Vlad’s Penthouse – Bedroom

“Shall I arrange transportation, M’lord?”

“That won’t be necessary. I have already made the necessary arrangements. You and I shall be on the train tomorrow night bound for New Hampshire. Rheksas will be bringing out coffins in a special truck. I have taken the liberty of purchasing our living arrangements near where Victor used to live. Barring any sort of problems, we will arrive well before sunrise.” he stated, getting to his feet once more.

He returned to her side, taking her hands in his and kissing her knuckles. This was Vlad, quick to anger but also quick to forgive. “Your safety means the most to me, Emilia. I trust you have learned a lesson from this.”

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Shane’s House – Kitchen

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Carmen stood stock still in the middle of the kitchen, the look on her face bordering between shock and righteous anger.

In 5 words or less, it was a disaster area.

Open containers of food littered every surface, dirty dishes were piled on whatever surface that wasn’t covered by food and her oven stood open with something caked on the insides. There was food splattered on the floor, counters, cabinets and the ceiling. What looked like a glob of mayonaisse was baked into the lights on the walls.

She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, laugh then cry or cry then laugh. So she settled on anger instead.

“DAVID ALEX WILLIAMSON!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She bellowed so loud it was heard in every room in the house and the caverns beneath. A window cracked in Shane’s office, her shout was so powerful.

There were dozens of footsteps throughout the house as vampires obeyed the order of their Queen. They all gathered in the kitchen, off to the side, some of them looking at the mess with guilty expressions. Even Bianca and Misty looked slightly ashamed of themselves. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for the one she wanted to see the most. Tala (the name she finally decided on for the she-wolf), sat at Carmen’s feet, her tongue lolling from her mouth, calmly taking it all in.

When he finally arrived, looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world, Carmen’s glare could have melted steel.

“What the fuck happened to my kitchen?” she scowled.

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Forests of New Hampshire – Clearing of the Witches Coven

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Dyna pulled her car to a full stop and killed the engine. Rae sat quiet, for once, in the seat next to her. She turned to face her.

“Hey. You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. Amelia will understand.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to go through with it. I do. It’s just that…” Rae’s voice trailed off, and Dyna immediately knew what the problem was.

“Rae. We are all very beautiful women. We are born into this world with nothing on. We are simply giving back to those who created us. There is no shame in it.”

“Have you done this before?” Rae looked at her.

“I have. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve participated in one, but I’ve never once been ashamed of my body. You shouldn’t either.”

“Are you staying?”

“I will be by your side every step of the way, sweetie. Trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” Rae nodded, looking at her hands.

Dyna spotted Amelia and Charmaine waving to them from the clearing and she patted Rae’s thigh. “Ready?”

Rae took a deep, steadying breath and nodded. Pocketing her keys, the two women exited the car and made their way to the lit fire in the center of the clearing.

“Greetings, Fellow Sisters.” Dyna greeted in the traditions of the coven. “I bring a new sister into our midsts to partake of our ceremonies. Is this acceptable?”

Re: The Human World [rp]
March 10, 2014 08:43PM
Vlad’s Penthouse – Bedroom

Vlad’s sudden change in his attitude was a full 180. He was known for this, especially by Emilia who stood silently as she allowed him to take her hands, brushing his lips against her knuckles. The Count was already one step ahead of her, having arranged transportation on a train to New Hampshire. This should have been no surprise. Now he was taking matters into his hands, especially after the General had two mishaps in as many days.

He urged that her safety was paramount to him, but he must have known, that she was important to his survival as well. Emilia’s punishment was that she had to learn a valuable lesson from acting without thinking in a city like New York.

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“I promise. It won’t happen again.” Her steel blue eyes showed that she meant every word.

Rheksas was outside the Count’s bedroom and he was already making arrangements for the transportation of their coffins to New Hampshire. Another road trip for him, while the Count and General took the train. He would rather have been on the train with them, but the Count had made up his mind. Rheksas was curious about this place – New Hampshire. Just what the Count was after and who may stand in their way, remained to be seen.

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Shane’s House – Kitchen

The bellow like roar of the Queen of Vampires had sent a shock wave through the entire house, including causing a window to crack in Shane’s den. Shane and Marissa looked sharply at each other, for they couldn’t help but hear it, like everyone else in the house.

“Ah shit.” Shane swore, as Marissa cringed.

“I’d hate to think what he did this time.”

That was a good question.

In the kitchen, the many vampires that had been taking shelter in the house including the “kids” – Misty and Bianca, had all come running, only to see the aftermath of what had been a weekend of non stop cooking.

“DAVID ALEX WILLIAMSON!!!!!!!!!! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Alright..alright, you don’t have to shout. And it’s Alexander…not Alex.”

The Ghost, aka David cruised into the kitchen with a blood doll on each arm. He was wearing dark shaded ray bans and took them off as he saw the mess. “Woah…Hey Carmen. Welcome home.” He said with a sly smile, squeezing a blood doll’s ass cheek as he checked out all the worried faces of the other vampires. It was pretty clear she was mad about the state of her kitchen, and since he was in charge while Carmen and Shane were away, he had some explaining.

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“Oh..oh yeah right. See, we all decided that if the guys cooked. The girls cleaned up. Look like they failed on that count.”

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Bianca went off. “What? This had nothing to do with us, David. You guys just kept on cooking even after you ate!” She gave his shoulder a punch, which he pretended to take offence too. “How can we clean up, if you guys WON’T stop cooking?!” The girls all started to argue with the boys and the boys were doing all kinds of fancy dancing and laughing as the arguments blew out of proportion, and the noise level was going through the roof.

Something had to give, but David, he was too busy gnawing on a blood doll’s neck in the middle of the fray.

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Forests of New Hampshire – Clearing of the Witches Coven

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In the clearing, Charmaine and Amelia had already started the fire, and had brought with them everything needed for the ritual to bring Rae into their coven and under their protection. Wearing long black robes with hoods, each embraced Dyna and Rae, kissing their cheeks and bidding welcome to them to join them around the fire.

“I bring a new sister into our midsts to partake of our ceremonies. Is this acceptable?” Dyna asked, much to the delight of Charmaine, who drew back her hood to expose her blonde hair that was it’s usual shaggy mess.

“Rae…Dyna has brought you before us so that you may be cleansed before the fire and raised to the status of Sister to the Coven. Please, come forth child.’ With a ringed hand, she reached for Rae’s as Amelia started chanting in a mystical voice that was unlike the one Rae or Dyna were used too. Amelia’s hair was out from it’s usual plaits and braids, long and flowing behind her and down her back. Her hands were marked with special drawn on motifs, and she had a small pot that was suspended over the fire, that she kept adding what looked like herbs too.

Leading Rae into place, Charmaine took up the chalice that had been so blessed and winked at Dyna.

“Blood of our blood, life of our life. This we drink joins us in spirit tonight.”

Charmaine takes a sip and then passes it to Rae.

“Drink….child, and become one of us.”

Little did the small circle of witches know….they were being watched.

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The Ronin & The Serpent – Part Nine.

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The Ronin & The Serpent

Part Nine

A Warlord’s Rage.

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Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar
xZephyrZ

IceTe3a: Ronin followed his sister he still could not believe it was her this entire time, If only he knew earlier perhaps things may have been different. He sighs slightly as he’s brought to think about his father ‘I found her father’ he thought to himself as a smile cracked on his face, his body was still in such pain from being beaten and chained up for so long, he defied his muscles requests for him to stop as he pushed on keeping up with his sister. Watching his sister pull herself up and through the iron bars he was next, this would hurt he said to himself as he readied his body, with one outstretched arm he pulled himself up “Argh..” his muscles were straining before he got a grip on his footing pushing with all his might he landed right behind the Serpent, finally free of that hellhole he glanced around the grounds as he caught his breath. The forest edge was so close; he could see it as he knew exactly where his horse was located. His sister started talking to him as he glanced up at her face “I am a marked woman. The Dragon will want my head, and the child of Rikken….she will want justice for the death of her father. You should take your horse, and go back to the Warthogs. I will take the north road, to the land of the Wolf. I may be of service there.” Shaking his head in denial he came to a stand cupping her face in his rugged palms “No, I just found you after years of searching, You will stay by my side; No one can blame you for your misdeeds as you were not the one to blame. The warlord is they will understand your situation, I will be by your side to protect you do not worry” he smiled as he leaned in and kissed her head. Kayne stood there as his newly found scarring on his neck still burned from the magic he used, picking up keke in his arms he smiled down to her as he knew her skin looked like nothing ever happened “The things I do for a beautiful woman” he simply stated as he made his way out of the Castle grounds, almost near Ronin and his sister, his glowing hues glance around the grounds as his eyes fall upon the two, a half smile creeps onto his face “ A brother and sister reunited after years of being apart” He left this part of the card readings out so the warlord would not know, what fun would it have been if the warlord knew about this reunion? He laughed slightly as he looked down to his Keke, he could relate to Ronin for what his goals in life where “What men will do for a female” he sighed slightly as he reminisced over tonight “We shall leave for now and rest until you are feeling better” his eyes glanced around as he continued to walk down a dirt road, he’ll find the nearest inn, barter for a room for the night so Keke could rest at ease. After an hour or two of carrying Keke in his arms they finally reached a Inn down the road, the Innkeeper asked no questions and showed them to their room, Kayne requested Food and drink be brought up as he placed Keke down on the bed gently, and boiled the water, placing it in the bathtub once it was hot enough, he dropped a few healing oils in the water as they let of a relaxing aroma of lavender “Come Keke, relax in the bath and heal your muscles” he said as he walked to the window, removing his scarf so he could see the new scar he would have for life through the reflection of the window. The warlord watched as the priests did a prayer for his dead son, so many emotions coursing through his body at one stage rage for the ones who took his son, sorrow for his son dying such a dishonourable death, Guilt he blamed himself for what had happened, if only he was more prepared he would have foreseen this and it never would have happened his son’s body was removed to go be prepped for burial “I promise my son..” His son will be given the honors of a warriors death, by fire he will have it setup for tonight. “Prepare the flame pit for my son… Give word to the public of what has happened here tonight” he welcomed all to come grieve and mourn the loss of the warlords son. Glancing around everything that Kayne had read in the cards had come true so far, He should have heard their warnings more clearly but he was too cocky to listen; now he paid the ultimate price. “I want the armies readied and prepped for a siege, any man able to hold weaponry are to be trained to the best of the abilities time gives us” he was prepping for a war, for siege to lay claim over his castle as he continued barking orders about the food storages and water supplies to be filled. Adding a curfew no one was aloud out at night unless under strict instruction of one of his heads or himself, anyone else was to be killed on sight. The Dragons army would be on his door step within any day, he needed Raiden to come back with his reports, he regretted Kayne and Keke being lost allies of his, Kayne did promise their return but to what end he did not know, All he knew was he owed the two a debt he did not know how to repay, (( More))
IceTe3a: , something he would have to discuss with the two once they return. He needed their advice more than ever right now; he was left alone in the dark, was his kingdom to fall to ruins? Not on his life, he would not allow this to happen. Raiden was sitting on top a hill, near the Dragon’s armies; Skuttle his raven perched on his shoulder watching the armies with his black eyes as Raiden took a tally of exactly what was going on. “The army is well prepared.. unlike the warlords who lay wasted in alcohol” his hues flickering across the vast encampment of the dragons army, noting the siege weaponry as he scratched skuttle’s belly, who in turn started to stretch his wings showing how happy he was to be scratched “What you think skuttle? I think the warlord bit off more than he can chew this time” his eyes glanced over to his loyal raven who knew he was talking to him through the use of his name “KYAAAAH!” as he flapped his wings, Raiden chuckled “I agree, he will choke” his hues glance down to the pile of 4 guards stacked on top of each other, a small scouting party keeping watch of the outer rims unable to report back at this time due to their untimely deaths. Under his mask there was a sinister smirk “Never saw it coming” he said as he sighed as he took a stand, he was happy with the count he had in his head “Right, time to head back” as he came to a flash stepping run towards his horse who in kind started galloping, Raiden made a speeding jump clearing the back of the horse, landing safely onto the saddle “HAR!” he screamed as he kicked the horse to gallop faster. (( End ))

xZephyrZ: The Gates had closed, perhaps they saw the Dragon coming? It mattered little (Seiyuu) “Forward Scouts, open the gates” he shot at Takana. (Takana) “Of course Young Dragon, the way shall be cleared”. With that the shadowed figure would vanish almost instantly, soon after a gaping hole in the Warlord’s hide would be opened. The Young Dragon and his vanguard rushed through like sharks drawn to the scent of blood. He could taste it, the blood of the guards who lay dead in all directions, the fear of those who would soon meet the same fate, but most of all the sensation of his blade plunging through the Warlord’s filthy throat. Turning back to his men he issued the only order they needed (Seiyuu) “Lay waste to it all, leave none alive”. With a nod man and woman began hurling firebombs on anything that would burn the fortress would be ablaze in moments, trapping them all, no soul would enter and none would leave. Swiftly the proceeded through the streets of the castle, civilians cowered in the homes while guards who tried to stop them were silenced without so much as a gesture, approaching one of the Warlord’s men he drew his sword, the guard took a defensive stance with his spear, lunging for Seiyuu as he advanced. Effortlessly the Young Dragon swatted the spear aside, relieving the man of his head with a single horizontal slice before continuing forward.

CharlotteCarrendar: – For the first time in as long as the Serpent could remember she actually shed tears. Who would have thought that the Ice Queen herself was capable of feeling? The Ronin; her brother was all too ready to forgive her for her misdeeds, but the problem was she couldn’t forgive herself. The Serpent knew what she was, who she was. One of the most hated females in all the lands. As the Ronin cupped her cheeks, pressing his gnarled digits to her cool flesh, he would see the pain in behind her eyes. Almost like she was undeserving of his pure intentions. Ronin swore that he would protect her if she stayed by his side. He had no intention of letting her go, now that he had found her after years of searching. But she was not the child in the photograph. She was a woman moulded to become the creature of nightmares. A she devil with a beautiful face. The Ronin moved his hands from her cheeks, but planted a kiss on her head. A swirling of emotions were squeezing at her very heart, as though trying to kill the evil viper that lay coiled within her. “I don’t deserve you, Brother.” Her voice was almost broken, as the words came out – an ache if one listened carefully. A few moments of silence between them and then the roar of the sounds of horses hooves. The Dragon was on the march. There was no time to lose. She knew where the horse was tied; she could see it, and together she led the wounded Ronin to his steed, so that they may flee to the Warthog’s land. :: Many miles away the old warrior was now galloping through the gate of Rikken’s town, much to the shock and astonishment of the towns people. Many that had burnt their dead, along with Rikken himself. The child bride was pummelling her small fists on the old Warrior’s back as she realized she had been stolen away from her Warlord groom. “You mean mean man. Take me back!…Take me back to my new home.” She certainly made a fuss, as the old warrior pulled up at the stairs of Rikken’s home. Many of his faithful servants came out and all praised to see the return of the angered child bride. Alighting from his horse, he then helped the troublesome girl down, who was still calling him many colourful names. “Wait till my father..” Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. “Your father is dead, Child, as are many others that were here for your wedding to the Dragon’s son. They all died too. You should think long and hard about this. The Warlord’s son was a murderer. Now you are home, where you belong. In time, you will see this was for the best.” One of Rikken’s wives came out, and ushered the sobbing girl back inside the house, as the old warrior leaned against his tired horse. “I only hope the Ronin got away.” :: Carried by her brother many miles to a nearby inn, Kekeyama was relieved to be taken to a quiet room, where a bath was drawn for her weary body. But she could not get over the sacrifice that her brother; Kayne had made in taking the scar from her neck, and replanting it on his own. She rose from her bed, and crept across the floor to where he stood. Gently, she placed her arms around him, burying her face into his back. “My brother, you suffer for me. I promise on my life that I shall find a magic to make the scar vanish.” She rubbed her cheek against his back, silently cursing the Serpent for her wicked ways. The gypsy was sure that the Serpent’s run of luck was fast running out. <3>

IceTe3a: They arrived over the hill a small handful of them ran straight into the castle screaming and slaughtering the guards unaware, The bell’s were ringing warning of attack the dragons army was attacking or so the warlord thought, the warlords small army was ready for a siege as the warlord ran down to meet them on the wall, little did he know the young dragon was already inside the castle coming through the main gate, The warlord made it to the strategic wall where it was best to fire arrows from as they took their positions “TO WAR MEN” the warlord bellowed as he pushed through the ranks of his army, “ARCHERS TO THE WALLS, SWORDSMEN DEFENSIVE POSSITIONS YOU KNOW YOUR PLACES” he continued to shout out orders his hues glance up to the dark skies, as hurling firebombs whizzed through the night sky lighting up the darkness,, the City walls were ablaze, as the firebombs hit random locations over the cities “FIRE CREWS SORT OUT THESE FIRES, DEFENCES PREPARE THE BOILING OILS AND FIRE PITS” he hollered as they all took place. Climbing up the stairs he glanced out to the dragons army as he raised his arms “YOU BE LOST YOUNG DRAGON OFF THE EDGE OF YOUR MAP, THERE BE MONSTERS OUT HERE” he hollered towards the young child taunting him, “TREBUCHE’S FIRE AT WILL, ARCHERS AT THE READY GIVE NO QUARTER” the trebuchet’s hurled large boulders towards the Dragon’s army, as the archers released their arrows into the night sky. Squire boys running around as they checked the archers arrow supplies making sure they were filled. Medics prepared to take the wounded as many had already arrived with loss of limb or already dead. A bloodied young squire came to the warlord and screamed “THE CASTLES BEING STORMED, THEY BREACHED THE GATES WE’RE DOOMED” as he continued to run away screaming the same thing over and over. His gates were left open, Why were they open?!? As the young dragon’s army started to pour into the castle he had left a choice few to fire the Flame bombs into the castle, a two point attack it was perfection expertly executed, he backed into a corner his archers watching him, as he gets grabbed from behind “It’s time to leave sir” it was Raiden, he threw the warlord in front of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock of what has happened … The cards were right, he nodded in agreement to Raiden’s demands. As he watched raiden scream out orders “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. The warlord finally came to his senses to find himself on horseback being led by another horse Raiden was riding, they were going towards his main Castle “Good… Goood” the warlord stated. Ronin quickly took the serpent in hand as he heard the war cries of the two armies “Come, I will not take no for an answer” he pulled her along behind him forcefully as they snuck through the darkness to the single horse left Behind, he looked around to make sure no one was following them “We will ride to Rikken’s old place, which is now the young ladies, no one will come after you I promise” he said as his hands gripped her waist, throwing her in the saddle he swung up behind her, this was more to make sure she had no choice but to follow his commands, he would not let her out of his sight “I do not care what you have become, nor what you have done young sister; Whatever path you may lead in life I will follow without question, My life is in your palms. But for now we will regroup back at Rikkens” as he kicked the horse it went off into a gallop
IceTe3a: “I Promised our father, on his deathbed I would return you to my arms, My entire life has been for but this one reason” he said as he held her close in his arms, his hands gripping the reins of the horse making sure it stay on trek. A sigh of relief and a tear from his eye rolling down his cheek as it dropped down and hit his sisters shoulder, he did not notice he was tearing up more lost in the moment as he had a smile like the none anyone has ever seen upon his face.

IceTe3a: Kayne was looking at his scar as Keke wrapped her arms around him, he could feel her face in his back as she promised she would find a way to remove the scar apologizing, he smiled lightly as he turned to face her, his back now leaning against the window, his chin resting on her shoulder as he softly kissed her neck “Darling Keke, you do not need to apologize, do not worry about the scar, It’s manly for a man to have a scar, I wear it with pride darling” he said as he wiped her face, clean his hues casually glancing into hers with delight you could see how sincere he was about what he had said, as the innkeepers cabin boy came in and dropped in two plates of mixed meat and fruit, with a bottle of wine and two cups. Gently leading her to the bath he smiles as he encourages her to take a warm soothing bath, walking to the tray of fruit he picked up a bunch of grapes, taking one off he placed it in his mouth and chewed as he casually walked back and sat at the head of the bath facing towards the wall, just where he could see her head popping out of the bath and nothing more “Come, try the grapes you are famished im sure” Raiden was on the borders of the castle, watching the two have at it “Im late” he said as Skuttle crowed, Raiden pushed skuttle to fly as he pointed to the castle “Go my friend be safe and find me afterwards” he quickly dismounted and slapped the horses ass forcing it to gallop off into the distance away from danger.. “Good…” he said as he glanced around slightly, walking into the shadow of the wall he disappeared into the darkness. The warlord was up on the Wall’s shouting and barking orders as Raiden appeared from the shadows near him grabbing the warlord from behind, he simply says “It’s time to leave sir “ he threw the warlord infront of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock Raiden saw the warlord nod in agreement to his demands. “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. “Such cowards..” he simply stated, he noticed the warlord was in some kind of blind shock he had no choice but to lead him to a set of horses not far away, quickly he ordered the warlord onto the first one, who did what he was asked “So suggestible of you” he said as he jumped on his horse, grabbed the reins of the warlords horse and rode off to the larger and more defendable castle further in the warlords lands “GO MEN, PUT WEAPONS AWAY! RUN ON BACK TO DEATHMOURE’S CAVE” Raiden shouted as he knew just what was waiting for them, in the old warlord’s main castle. “I Promised our father, on his deathbed I would return you to my arms, My entire life has been for but this one reason” he said as he held her close in his arms, his hands gripping the reins of the horse making sure it stay on trek. A sigh of relief and a tear from his eye rolling down his cheek as it dropped down and hit his sisters shoulder, he did not notice he was tearing up more lost in the moment as he had a smile like the none anyone has ever seen upon his face. Kayne was looking at his scar as Keke wrapped her arms around him, he could feel her face in his back as she promised she would find a way to remove the scar apologizing, he smiled lightly as he turned to face her, his back now leaning against the window, his chin resting on her shoulder as he softly kissed her neck “Darling Keke, you do not need to apologize, do not worry about the scar,

IceTe3a: manly for a man to have a scar, I wear it with pride darling” he said as he wiped her face, clean his hues casually glancing into hers with delight you could see how sincere he was about what he had said, as the innkeepers cabin boy came in and dropped in two plates of mixed meat and fruit, with a bottle of wine and two cups. Gently leading her to the bath he smiles as he encourages her to take a warm soothing bath, walking to the tray of fruit he picked up a bunch of grapes, taking one off he placed it in his mouth and chewed as he casually walked back and sat at the head of the bath facing towards the wall, just where he could see her head popping out of the bath and nothing more “Come, try the grapes you are famished im sure” Raiden was on the borders of the castle, watching the two have at it “Im late” he said as Skuttle crowed, Raiden pushed skuttle to fly as he pointed to the castle “Go my friend be safe and find me afterwards” he quickly dismounted and slapped the horses ass forcing it to gallop off into the distance away from danger.. “good…” he said as he glanced around slightly, walking into the shadow of the wall he disappeared into the darkness. The warlord was up on the Wall’s shouting and barking orders as Raiden appeared from the shadows near him grabbing the warlord from behind, he simply says “Its time to leave sir “ he threw the warlord infront of him and continued to push him forward “I have saved your life this night, our contract ends on the dawns break.” The warlord looked at him with fear and shock Raiden saw the warlord nod in agreement to his demands. “MEN FALL BACK TO OUR MAIN CASTLE, YOU RIDE AHEAD AND PREPARE THE DEFENSES THIS CASTLE IS LOST” with that the men all screamed and ran away some running straight into the young dragons path others running towards a escape gate and attempting to make it to the main castle far away from this one. “Such cowards..” he simply stated, he noticed the warlord was in some kind of blind shock he had no choice but to lead him to a set of horses not far away, quickly he ordered the warlord onto the first one, who did what he was asked “So suggestible of you” he said as he jumped on his horse, grabbed the reins of the warlords horse and rode off to the larger and more defendable castle futher in the warlords lands “GO MEN, PUT WEAPONS AWAY! RUN ON BACK TO DEATHMOURE’S CAVE” Raiden shouted as he knew just what was waiting for them, in the old warlord’s main castle.

xZephyrZ: Further they went, in to the castle, to the Warlord, but they had not gone unnoticed. The Warlord’s underlings rushed to the defence of their lord, before he knew it they were met by a hail of arrows and boulders, (Seiyuu) “TAKE COVER!” he yelled, he would not see any more death, not of the people close to him. Thankfully they were able to take cover in nearby buildings. Swordsman now rushed at them, archers continued to fire, but this would do little to halt his advance. (Seiyuu) “ADVANCE CAREFULLY, I WOULD SEE NONE OF YOU DIE TONIGHT!” he yelled, The Eyes would hear him, they always did, and they were the family he never had, their bonds running deep. The Young Dragon continued to move forward, slaying one petty soldier after another. Surprise now being lost he flicked the pistol on his belt in to action, turning on the ball of his foot just in time to slay an archer bent on killing the Young Dragon himself. He moved further forward, the Eyes of the Dragon not far behind him, a few had been injured in the melee, and some even seriously, and skills alone did not win you the day in this kind of situation. Noticing this he gave one final order (Seiyuu) “GET THE INJURED OUT, SCOUTS, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Moving further still the Young Dragon was just outside the keep itself, felling another who had not even been paying attention to him. The Warlord was nowhere to be found though; little did he know the Warlord had escaped his grasp. More of the Warlord’s endless minions poured out of the keep in front of him (Seiyuu) “WHERE IS HE?! WHERE IS THAT PUTRID FILTH YOU SCUM CALL LORD?!” he spat, it was clear his own skill level was far above their own and numbers were no guarantee they would come out alive. Knowing he would be all but doomed one replied (Soldier) “HA! You fool! Our lord is no longer among us, your efforts are wasted! We will all burn together!” Gone? How? By what sorcery did he escape? It was the perfect opportunity; the fortress had been all but sealed, the Warlord’s men drunken. “Naivety!” he cursed under his breath, he had been blinded by his own rage, far too hasty, of course there were other exits, and of course the Warlord would not be so stupid! He grossly underestimated his opponent. (Seiyuu) “CURSE IT ALL!” A blade passed inches away from his face, another streaking for his chest, throwing his body back it passed over him. From this position he raised his right arm and fired, hitting his mark without any margin of error. Two more charged in one swiping at his legs the other cutting down toward his neck, letting his body follow through from the previous movement the Young Dragon fell backwards throwing his blade toward the man looking to cleave his neck in two, the other blade found mark down his right calf. (Seiyuu) “AGH” Seiyuu screamed out in pain, his frustration built. This violence was meaningless, had he spent those years away tempering his sole to become a bloodthirsty animal when he could not get to grips with one man? It was clear they had no further business being here. The Young Dragon reached for a small pouch by his waist, throwing Dragon Fire at the remaining men so as to cause a flash of fire, meant to temporarily stun and blind them. (Seiyuu) “FALL BACK, FALL BACK ALL OF YOU! DAMN IT ALL!” The world crumbled around him, his life, his past, his future, all of it burning just as the Warlord’s fortress did around him. Just as they had sped to battle the Eyes of the Dragon fled, leaving the fortress in ruin and many of his men dead, but not a scratch on the man himself. There was no choice for him now, there could only be War.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Thrown onto the horse by her brother, The Ronin; The Serpent had little choice but to accept the situation as it stood. The Ronin had made a vow and promise on his father’s death bed, that he would one day find his lost sister and when he did he would never release her from his arms again. As the horse galloped away from the Warlord’s lands, the Serpent could only think of the dangers that were now looming against them. As it stood, she was wanted not just by the Dragon’s Empire, but also by the Warlord. She had killed leaders of their people, and that was a crime that would not go unpunished. No matter what the Ronin said about being able to protect her, she had doubts he could stop entire armies for coming for her head. Riding to Rikken’s; a land with no army to speak of, and little in the way of defences seemed foolhardy. Feeling the press of the Ronin’s chin on her shoulder as they rode on, she knew he would keep true to his word but the cost would be great. In the blink of an eye the Serpent’s world had been turned upside down, and she was having trouble adjusting to this. One cannot simply stop being what they are, even in finding her lost brother. No doubt when those that sought her head would come, she would fight to the death, and perhaps then restore honour to her name. At the moment, she felt she had none at all. As the horse sped on, the cool of the air of night invigorated the Serpent’s senses keeping her from falling asleep whilst in the saddle. She wondered of her brother’s plan when he reached the lands of the Child bride of Rikken. She hoped he would be astute in his cunning, and have the foresight to see the dangers that lay ahead. :: In the small room at the Inn, Kayne and Kekeyama were sharing a quiet moment, as the young gypsy felt the weight of blame for her brother’s disfigurement. Her eyes rimmed with tears, as he assured her that he considered a scar to be a mark of honour for a man. But still, she could only see him as being harmed and Kekeyama found that difficult to accept. The bath that had been prepared was giving off steam and it did look so inviting, that Kekeyama removed her silken gown, letting it pool to the floor at her feet. Tender steps taken and the naked gypsy girl sunk into the bath’s depths letting her head go under, only to have it bob up again, with her face cleansed by the oil rich waters. She reached for a sponge and started to rub it across her skin, adding a soap to the mix so that she worked up a lather, paying attention to her shoulders and upper back. Reaching from within the tub, Kekeyama took up a chalice and sipped it quietly, as she regarded her brother thoughtfully. What would be their next move from the Inn? Surely the Warlord was in deep, with the Dragon Empire ready to attack. Where did they now stand? Allies in counsel, or enemies? Setting down the chalice again, she rested her forearms on the side of the tub, her skin glistening. “What do the cards say, my darling Brother?” <3>

IceTe3a: Dawn was almost upon them as Roning and his sister rode for Rikken’s estate, the horse working overtime carrying them both, he’d be tired after this one that was for sure. He wondered how faired the Warlord, not caring if he lived or died but Ronin would much rather kill the warlord himself, for stealing his sister away from him, but at this moment in time all that mattered was that she was with him “Ayame I did not mean to show such little respect for your opinion, I know you are hunted, but So am I as of now. There was no real reason for us to split apart once more” he smiled as he knew he was right, they were making good time as they pass the border onto the Dragon’s lands “When we get to Rikken’s stick close to me, I will explain your situation if they wish to accept me they must accept you” he fell silent for the rest of the trip Just as they arrived back into the town of Nagoya, the horse at this stage came to a walk as they approached Rikkens estate, he jumped off the horse leading the horse behind him with his sister riding ontop. A guard took a glance at the female, as he screamed “THE SERPENT” he came dashing forward towards Ronin not expecting ronin to attack, Ronin’s brows furrowed as he growled “ Her name is Ayame…” with his right arm Ronin grabbed the man by the neck “Lay a finger on her, See what happens” he squeezed the man’s neck tight before shoving him to the ground “ Go get me the warhorse, Tyunayoshi” he stated as the guard glanced from the serpent to Ronin before running off shouting Tyunayoshi’s name Kayne sat there as his sister stripped down to her skin, slowly sinking into the bathtub he smiles lightly as she sips the wine, Plucking off a single grape he raises it to her lips gently pressing it against them “I need not seek the cards to see this future Keke, The warlord will fail in his Endeavour, Ronin will have his day” His hues started glowing a dark orange as he glanced into hers “ The young dragon will take back what was rightfully his and finally prove his worth to his title amongst his men, as for you and me our paths are clouded from me” he smiled lightly as he continue to stare into her beautiful eyes. Finally reaching the gates of the main castle, far into the warlords lands his army was ready for war, archers on a split shift spread across the high and thick walls, the double barred iron gates constantly guarded by a small patrol of warriors, kept closed at all times to block entry to the wooden gate behind. On the outer of the castle walls the encampment of his footsoldiers were prepping for war as it looked like a giant tent city out here. Raiden rode himself and the warlord into the castle, just as dawn broke, Dismounting he glanced over to the warlord “I have fulfilled my contract, Our paths end here warlord. I wish you luck in your endeavors” turning on the ball of his foot, he did not wait to hear out the warlords plea or thank’s as he disappeared into the crowd of the city. : The warlord dismounting from his horse was approached by Raiden who laid claim to the fulfillment of his contact before disappearing from sight, Not giving him a chance to plea a second contract he had just lost one of him most skilled warriors. “I want the gates guarded and closed at all times, No one enters or leaves. Gather my war council I will see them in the strategic room” he barked to the guards as the scattered off. This was where he made his last stand, where he would finally rid the world of the very last son of the dragon. But he had no one at his side anymore, Who would he council now.

 


Whistle While I Work It – Ft. Toby Turner with Wayne Brady + lyrics

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Recommended to me by my pal, Ice.  This is the club scene….for reals.  <3


Goth Andrew De Leon Amazes The Judges With His Voice

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Never..ever judge a book by it’s cover.  This man….is simply amazing.  You won’t believe it to hear him.  <33333


Supernaturals – The Human Realm (27) – Mirari : The Forest of Ashes.

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Re: The Human World [rp]
March 21, 2014 05:46PM
Woods

Amelia approached Rae as she came into the clearing. The poor girl was covered in dirt and grass and leaves but there was a determined look in her eyes that even Dyna had never seen before. Rae accepted the woman’s hug and took her words of advice to heart.

“And that is the first part of control. Under great stress, you were able to manipulate the deer horns, and save your Aunt. You really are so gifted, but we know that to use our powers, when at our greatest need. Never for our own gain.”

Charmaine had to add in her two cents. “How about we go back to the pool house for hot chocolate?”

“That sounds nice.” Rae agreed. She looked at Dyna, tossing back her keys. “Um…I kind of damaged your car.”

Dyna looked at her shrewdly. “What do you mean….’kind of’? What did you do to my car?”

“Well…see…um…there was this vampire trying to get in…and I kind of lost it…”

“What did you do…to my car?” she asked again.

“Um…I kind of…threw it…at him…”

“Where…is…my…car?” Dyna grit her teeth as Booker put his hands on her shoulders in case she decided to attack his niece.

“Wrapped around a tree?” Rae laughed hysterically.

There was a full minute of silence before…

“RAELYN CHARMAINE BRADFORD!! YOU WRAPPED MY CAR AROUND A TREE?” followed by gales of laughter from many sources.

Re: The Human World [rp]
March 21, 2014 10:07PM
Woods

Cleaning up after the vampire massacre, the sad state of Dyna’s car around a tree and the blood dolls that needed burying, had the group busy for a good hour or so, before they would be able to head back to Amelia’s pool house. Charmaine who was now dressed was her usual chatty self, as she dropped bits of vampire limbs and possessions into a pit, while David whistled as he dug another hole for his fallen blood dolls. Not your usual affair, for folk that had ventured out into the wood at night, but this was no ordinary group. Jarvis was staying back a bit from the others, still feeling bad after being rejected by Amelia, again.

Once Marissa had cleaned out the back seat of the borrowed sport scar, she offered Dyna and Rae a lift back, promising no funny business. “What can I say? Carmen would torch me alive if I let harm come to you, and besides David is such a good driver.” David ambled up at this point, and smirked.“They can never catch me to give me a ticket.” Marissa gave David a sideways nudge and shook her head. “Really?”

With everyone set to head back, Amelia asked Dyna. “How are we going to explain your car to the insurance company? That, your niece threw it at a tree in a fit of rage?” They both knew that would never wash with the insurance company. David piped up and said. “Just take one of Shane’s. He’s got something like twenty. I think his old flame used to give him a new one each time they fucked.” Amelia knew nothing about an old flame, and asked.“Who was Shane with before Carmen?’ This brought looks from the others as well, and David looked at each in surprise.

“None of you know?”

They all shook their heads in unison.

“Isabella….Isabella Casales. She was Vincent’s ex. A real piece of work.”

Isabella’s mansion

Toying with a blood dolls hair, as he continued to plant kisses across her chest, Isabella turned her head side on, to a picture on her nightstand. It was of Shane. A wry grin formed across her lips, as she reached out to touch it gently. The blood doll moaned her name and she remembered he was still there.

“Mistress…..I adore you..I worship you.”

“Oh you are so sweet…now fuck me.”

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Re: The Human World [rp]
March 25, 2014 10:28PM
Downtown Haven

After their night of adventure, Dyna felt it was her duty to inform Carmen and Shane of what happened in the woods with the other vampire coven…and Jarvis.

Needless to say, neither one was happy with Jarvis at the moment. Bianca and Misty had to warn him away from the two or he would have found himself pinned to a wall like a bug in a web.

Jarvis made himself scarce until the fireworks were over.

Carmen checked on Amelia and Charmaine to make sure there were no lasting effects. She came away with the sense something wasn’t quite right with Amelia, but to the young woman’s credit, she hid it very well.

A few nights later…

Carmen, after having told Shane she was going outside the gates for an hour or two, pulled up outside of a building she had been eying for a couple of months. The real estate agent, a plump woman with a strange obsession with the color pink (and smelled like cats for some reason) was waiting for her in the parking lot as she pulled in.

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“Mrs Gunderson, I presume?” Carmen asked.

“Mrs Williamson, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” the woman gushed, grabbing Carmen’s hand and shaking it vigorously.

“Yes…well…” Carmen struggled for a moment to get her hand free (the woman had sweaty palms) before taking a step back. The cat smell was a bit much to her sensitive nose. “…you said you had something to show me?”

“Oh! Yes! I was quite surprised to get your request of an office space. Don’t you work at the Police Station?”

“Yes. Sadly, with the work that I do, there are all sorts of confidentiality laws that I’m afraid may be broken with people coming in and out of my office at all hours. So I’ve decided that I need a private office.” Carmen explained.

“Hmm. Quite right, quite right. Nasty laws.” the woman tittered (actually tittered – Carmen wanted to roll her eyes). “This place I have in mind for you, seems to be what you are looking for. It used to be a medical practice. The man who ran it died last summer, poor man. Cancer, you see.” Mrs Gunderson sighed. “His wife needed the money to pay off his debts, gambling I heard, and this place has stood empty ever since.”

Carmen looked up at the building in front of them with a keen eye.

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It looked spacious, but she wanted to see the inside of it before she made a decision. She looked at Mrs Gunderson, who looked back at her expectantly.

“Can we go in?” Carmen finally asked, refraining from gritting her teeth.

“Hmm? Oh! Yes!” the woman giggled like a little girl and Carmen did gnash her teeth that time. Mrs Gunderson pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. She flipped on the power switch the the lights came on, illuminating the interior. The walls were made of stucco and painted a mute beige color that Carmen found soothing.

She stepped around the real estate agent to take a look around. There was a moderately-sized waiting room, reception desk and a place to store files behind it. There were at least 4-5 other offices she could see off down the hall and a bathroom and breakroom area in the back. She could easily move her staff into the building with minimal fuss.

She turned back around to the woman. “I’ll take it.”

Mrs Gunderson jumped up and down, screaming like she’d just won the lottery.

Carmen watched her carry on and sent a thought to her husband.

«”Is it murder or justifyable homicide if I kill overenthusiastic real estate agents who wear pink plaid and smell like cats?”» she snarled just as Mrs Gunderson ran to her and hugged her hard. If she wasn’t already dead, she would be as the woman squeezed her hard enough to break a rib.

Soon the papers were signed and with the keys in Carmen’s hands and a check for payment in Mrs Gunderson’s hands, Carmen now found herself a property owner.

Re: The Human World [rp]
March 26, 2014 06:00AM
Vincent’s Old mansion grounds.

David’s crew were already spread out across the site, while Shane and his brother strolled across the burnt lawn. The fractured ruins of what was once Vincent’s estate had brought them back this night but the question was…why? David was looking at his brother with marked concern as Shane stuck his hands in the pockets of his long black coat.

“I thought we razzed this place. All the followers that remained have scattered, or gone into hiding, one or the other.” David said, lighting a cigarette and then exhaling a cloud of smoke. Shane came to a stop, right before where the oak door once stood, and pushed on a charcoal frame that simply buckled and collapsed as he touched it.

“Does Carmen know that you have a renewed interest in this place? Not like you can rebuild. It’s pretty much totaled.” That was putting things in perspective, but Shane had a darkened expression. The reason for it was in the burnt out ballroom, that was still partly intact. Walking through the foyer, he turned and then pushed back one of the blackened doors, that creaked and shuddered violently. “I don’t think this place is sound.” That was a touch of the obvious. “No kidding, Ghost.” Shane said, wiping his hands as the entered the ballroom.

“And this is where the party ended. I’d say a word for the bastard…but, I can’t be assed. I’m glad he’s gone.” David said, kicking a loose brick along the marble floors. But one thing was untouched, at the top of the room. A large portrait that was gilded in a gold frame.

It was a picture…of Isabella.

“The Ice Queen….what a bitch.” David chuffed, taking a drag of his smoke, as Shane stared up at the painting. His eyes focused on the pendent she had around her neck. Shane folded his arms, and didn’t say a word, and this was not lost on David.“Dude…you are so lucky she’s gone. She wrecked your family…hell, she destroyed it.”

Little did either of them know….she was very much in the land of the living…well, unliving.

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Re: The Human World [rp]
April 02, 2014 06:10AM
Haven Park Cemetery

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After doing her business with the realtor, Carmen started to head back home when the shop window of a florist caught her eye. On impulse, she stopped to pick up an arrangement and then headed for the cemetery. It had been a month since Mary was killed and Carmen had only been to her grave one time since.

She felt she was doing Mary’s memory of grave injustice by not visiting more often and made to rectify that.

She parked near to where Mary’s grave was and made her way up the small hill. She had purchased a plot beneath a small grove of trees and made sure it was well-tended. She stared down at the tombstone, embedding each letter of each word into her memories.

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“You were like a mother to me, Mary. And I miss you so much.” Dyna whispered, placing the flowers she’d purchased upon the stones. “But we got him for you. He will never harm another person again.”

“Well that’s good to hear.” came a familiar voice from behind her. Carmen whirled around, her mouth open in shock.

“What the hell is this?” she questioned, feeling her legs fall out from beneath her body. Sitting upon an unknown tombstone was Mary, looking vibrant and healthy as if she’d never died. “Are you a ghost? Am I being haunted?” Carmen questioned.

“Calm down, Carm. Far as I know I’m not a ghost.” Mary chuckled, getting to her feet. “You’re going to get your skirt dirty.” She held out a hand to help Carmen to her feet and only succeeded in making Carmen scoot away. She looked so real. Was it possible…?

“Don’t touch me. Who the hell are you? This is some sick joke if that’s what you’re playing at.” Carmen scowled. “You’re dead. I saw your body myself.”

“And wasn’t that a damn surprise when I woke up and found myself in my own coffin.” Mary chuckled. That made Carmen’s confusion mount.

“If you are who you say you are…how did you get here. You were dead. You don’t come back from that.”

“Oh darlin…haven’t you guessed by now?” Mary grinned, flashing her fangs for Carmen to see. Carmen’s eyes went wide. That explained so much. The clues finally clicked in her mind and one word whispered past her lips.

“Vincent.” she growled. If that bastard wasn’t already dead, she’d resurrect him herself just so she could have the pleasure of killing him again.

“Got it in one.” Mary chuckled, holding out her hand again. Carmen accepted it this time and was yanked to her feet by Mary’s strong grip. Carmen didn’t release her hand right away, simply staring at Mary as if she couldn’t believe she was real. Before Mary could ask, Carmen wrapped her in a tight hug. Smiling, Mary returned the gesture. “It’s good to see you again, too, darlin.”

“I thought I’d lost you.” Carmen whispered, surprised by the tears leaking from her eyes.

“You did…for a time. But I didn’t go down without a fight.” Mary grinned. “Ripped that bastard’s ear off with my teeth before he got me.”

Carmen stepped back with a chuckle, wiping her eyes. “I did wonder at the time why he had an ear missing.”

“Please tell me that murdering bastard is dead?” Mary scowled.

“Dead and gone, my dear. Dead and gone.” Carmen grinned. Mary looped an arm through hers and they headed for Carmen’s car.

“I want the entire story and everything that’s gone on since.” Mary demanded. “Damn!”

“What?”

“I imagine my house is gone, and all my things.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Not to worry. I had a little nest egg stashed somewhere. I can get it later.”

“Well you can stay with us until you can get your own place again.”

“I wouldn’t want to be an imposition.”

“Nonsense, Mary. You’re family to me. Shane will understand.” Carmen smiled as she started the car.

«”Baby, I have a surprise for you.”» she sent out to her husband through their link as she put her car in drive and headed for home.

Neither woman were aware that someone had been watching them.

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Vlad had every intention of going to the cemetery in search of Vincent’s coven when he had spotted a woman walking alone among the tombstones. Curious, he followed her at a distance as she made her way up a hill to a single stone beneath some trees. He had heard her words and had seen the other woman when she had appeared and his curiosity had skyrocketed.

He had listened to their conversation from where he was hidden and latched onto the fact that these women had been in contact with Vincent, possibly had been with him in his final moments. He still did not know who had killed him and it was discouraging to say the least.

He heard the one woman, “Carmen”, mention Shane’s name and his gaze narrowed. The only Shane he knew of was a little whelp his Isabella had spawned. Wondering if this was the same man had him very intrigued. As the two women stepped into a patch of moonlight, Carmen’s features stood out in stark relief and to his vampiric senses he could feel the power emanating from her. He felt himself harden in his pants and his nails gouged deep furrows in the tombstone he was hiding behind. He inhaled deeply, drinking in her scent. He had to meet this woman. There was something different about her.

No woman, not even Isabella, had made him react so.

“I must know you.” he whispered to himself. He watched the car as it drove away before he returned to his own vehicle. The driver held the door open for him.

“Where to, boss?”

“Home. There is someone I need to speak with.” Vincent stated, climbing into the limo. The driver nodded and closed the door on his master.

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April 02, 2014 06:40AM
The Williamson Estate

Long ago, no one would dare have thought that so many would live under the roof of the sprawling estate that was owned by Shane and his beautiful wife Carmen. Now though, they had not only the kids – Jarvis Misty and Bianca, but also the Lost boys, which was David’s crew. Amelia – the resident witch took up residency in the pool house, and was able to keep good watch on the property during the daylight hours while the vampires took their rest.

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Tonight was a celebration however. The mansion had been restored to its glory after the wild parties that were held during Shane and Carmen’s week away in the mountains. Returning from an investigation at the ruins that were once Vincent’s palatial home, Shane and his brother David were walking up the gravel drive, with a few of David’s boys in tow. Misty was the first to greet them, running into David’s arms. He picked her up and gave her a twirl, before snogging her hard on the front landing. It appeared that the couple finally got together during the wild parties, but that didn’t stop him flirting with the likes of Marissa, who was known to do just about any guy with a raging boner. Vampire or otherwise.

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Jarvis was still down in the dumps, found at the back of the house staring at the lights of the Pool house, as Amelia was busy inside cooking her dinner. Jarvis lent against the glass door, his eyes following her movements, as she danced about her kitchen, and could be seen picking up her puppy and nuzzling its nose. What he wouldn’t give to be that puppy. Course the pool house was off limits, and the only vampires allowed access were Carmen and Shane, along with Bianca who would go over to watch the Vampire diaries – her favorite show.

Seeing the boys had come back from their night out, Bianca sang out as she was heading into the media room with a bowl of popcorn. “The Originals is on in thirty minutes.”

David sneered and shook his head at the drama loving vampire. “Why would we want to watch that…when we live it?”Misty was busy nuzzling David’s neck, and strummed his chest, keen for his attentions. Normally she would be joining Bianca in the media room, but after discovering David’s romantic side, she found that the real drama was better. “David’s better than Klaus anyways.” She joked, as the two went down the stairs to make love in one of the many bedrooms.

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Shane was taking his time walking in, taking up some mail when he felt the link between his mind and that of Carmen.

«”Baby, I have a surprise for you.”» 

Shane thought for a moment and returned his own message. “Not another wolf, is it?”

Their latest pet was at home in the media room with Bianca, sharing her popcorn.

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Re: The Human World [rp]
April 04, 2014 04:15PM
Isabella’s Mansion 

Jason sighed softly and rubbed his temples before slowly walking past his chambers and making his way towards the chambers that him and Isaballa shared. He knew he had been neglecting her and wanted to just if anything pay her some of the much deserved attention she needed. The vampire had been secluded away in the garage working on a 1968 Corvette that he had found in a local junkyard. As he walked past the chamber he would pause briefly as his eyes flared in scorn upon hearing the moaning of another male in the chambers with Isabella. Slowly Jason would walk into the bedroom and into the sight of Isabella in the act of making love to another male. It was then something snapped within Jason Cox before he offered a keening hiss and rushed forwards in a blur to snag the blood doll by the nape of his neck and drive him into the wall with enough of an impact to give him a concussion as he hissed loud enough for Isabella to hear. ”You dare to touch the love of my unlife? Oh how I’ll teach you never to do it again..” Jason then proceeded to throw the unfortunate blood doll out into the hall before slamming the door closed in his face and turning to Isabella with a raised questioning brow. “If you wanted my attention dearest..all you needed to do was come down into the garage and tap on my shoulder…and I’m sorry I haven’t been paying you the attention you desire and deserve.” He then waited in complete and total silence as his grease stained chest heaved with the exertion even though he was fit as a fiddle. After a few moment’s he would lower his hand towards Isabella and look towards the shower knowing he smelled worse then a week’s old carcass at this point as he had been doing alot of manual labor on that 1968 Chevy Corvette.

Re: The Human World [rp]
April 04, 2014 04:43PM
Isabella’s Mansion – Main Bedroom

With her eyes closed, Isabella could feel the heat of the male blood doll rising which meant his blood would be all the more savory to her tastes. Her fangs were extending at just that moment, when the blood doll was ripped from her body and flung far across the room, smashing head first into the wall. The look on Isabella’s face was one of contorted rage.

“MY MEAL!”

Her voice had a shrill edge to it, as she slammed her palms down on the sheets in frustration from hunger. It was not so much the sex she wanted, it was to feed while the blood doll took her. Snorting through her nostrils, she sat up and saw the culprit first hand. Jason. He had finally decided to show himself upstairs after keeping himself busy working on a car in the garage. She pointed at the crumpled blood doll and cried. “You’re not meant to break them.” Isabella had not been out of the mansion much in the past week to feed, so this was a rare chance at a meal. Climbing out of bed, she grabbed her silk robe and threaded her arms through it as Jason explained that if she wanted attention, she could have come down to the garage and tapped his shoulder. There he was, covered in grease and oil…and standing on her best rug.

“You’re sorry? Well, now I’m hungry.”

She waltzed over to the unconscious blood doll, and reefed his head back. You could see he was out for the count. She released his head and it flopped back down and she tapped her foot.

“I don’t eat on the floor!”

Oh…she was an unhappy camper now. Pouting, she pointed at the bathroom.

“I’m not touching you till you are clean. AND DON’T GET OIL STAINS ON MY TOWELS!”

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Now in a huff, she stormed down to the kitchen for a few blood packs.

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Re: The Human World [rp]
April 05, 2014 10:59AM
Isabella’s Mansion 

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Jason sighed softly and shrugged before stripping out of his clothing and tossing them into the hamper. It was then he strode into the shower and yawned while turning on the water and waiting until it was scalding in temperature. The young vampire would then step into the shower before letting the water run over him for a few moments. As he stood there he would begin to hum softly to himself as he began to scour the grease from his body with a sponge and a bar of the harshest soap he could find. It took him a total of ten minutes to completely scour his body of all the grease that had covered it. Slowly he would step from the shower after turning it off and begin to towel himself dry before replacing the soaked towel on the towel rack only to walk out of the bathroom before dressing himself in a red tank top and a pair of black boxers which where covered by a set of denim jeans. Once he was dressed he would walk down the halls silent as a wraith before slipping into the kitchen. Once inside the kitchen he would sneak up behind Isabella taking great care not to make a sound before slowly attempting to snake his arms around her waist and place a tender kiss upon her neck in an act of supplication. Jason had seen enough fighting to last him a life time in his service to his country as a marine and he would sure as hell like to avoid any undue violence be it verbal or physical. As he attempted to snake his arms around her waist he would whisper against her neck. “Still hungry dearest?” He then proceeded to pull away and attempt to knead her shoulders in a loving manner yet also therapeutic in its effect.

Re: The Human World [rp]
April 06, 2014 10:19PM
The Pit

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One of the town hot spots for the underground scene was the Pit. A venue that hosted mostly heavy metal and grunge bands, and the feature act of the night was a band from Germany – Voltage. Emilia and Rheksas had spent the past few nights keeping tabs on the young vampire they found in the Count’s manor. As much as they didn’t want to leave the girl to her devices, both the General and Rheksas needed to feed. They both agreed that the Pit was the perfect place and also when Rheksas found out that Voltage was in town, he thought it would be a good chance to catch up with some old friends.

Dressing in their trade mark black leather full length coats and black shirts with pants, Emilia and Rheksas did a last check of the manor, before making their way out to the truck. Both were armed with gun belts carefully concealed beneath their jackets. The new world was not one to be taken lightly. Rheksas had questions about the town’s current vampire population, for he was sure that after the death of Vincent, that there would be pockets of them scattered across the darker parts of town.

“I’m driving.” He boldly announced, taking the keys from the key hook near the front door. Flicking her hair back and then walking solemnly behind him, Emilia said simply. “Wasn’t about to argue.” Rheksas chuckled and patted her shoulder. “I got your back, General. Time to have a bit of down time.” Both vampires left the manor, leaving Danika to her devices. Emilia looked back and wondered if it was such a hot idea, but she knew that Vlad would be back soon from his nightly tours. He could deal with the girl for once.

~An hour later~

Arriving at the club car park, there was already a steady stream of leather and stud covered patrons making their way inside the underground venue. The air was ripe with the scent of sweat and bad perfume. It was almost intoxicating to the two vampires, that stepped out of the van, and locked it up. Rheksas was already grinning. “Easy pickings, General.” It was true, there was so many to choose from that the night was going to be a smorgasbord of the flesh.

Entering the club, the band was already in full swing with the first set. The crush of patrons were all dancing and drinking – the air thick with smoke and the blaze of red lights gave all a crimson hue, as the General and Rheksas walked through the throng. Up on stage, Ustaf Dosselfer was screaming out the lyrics of his latest song. Much of it was near impossible to understand. That and it was in German. The crowd were all in a frenzy, with the electric guitar riffs and heavy drumming whipping them all into an excited state. One of the roadies recognized the General, and waved her towards him. He was a long time member of the band, and helped them set up the gigs during the daylight hours.

“EMILIA…RHEKSAS….Youz a zight vor sore eyes…ya? Comez out the back…..the boyz have a few more songs in thiz set.”

Hard to believe it was that easy to get backstage, but this was often the routine when Emilia used to see the band in Europe. Walking down a dark corridor, that was lined with band groupies and the ever present blood dolls, the General and Rheksas were lead into a special room, specially decked out for the band and its entourage. Black couches lined the walls, and a large buffet table, but it was clear to see that there was little in the way of alcohol. Emilia of course knew the reason why and found a reason to smile.

About fifteen minutes later, you could hear the crowd roar with approval as the band played its last song of the set. It wouldn’t be long before the band were making it’s way to the Green room for a well earned break. Emilia sat herself down on one of the big couches, while Rheksas was already enjoying the attentions of one blood doll, who had a thing for big men. He was toying with her hair and sniffing it as though she was a fine wine. Oh how he enjoyed his women.

The door then burst open as the four band members came in, covered in sweat. Ustaf spotted the General and then let out a hollar of happiness. “Count let you go for the night, Em? Shit you look good, General.” He wasn’t one for subtlety and sat down beside her, planting a huge kiss on her cheek. He was either high from the Adrenalin of performing, or just plain happy to see her. Already, the blood dolls were looming, and Ustaf took one and yanked her into his lap – his fangs elongating. “These bitches know when they are needed.” The singer than bit into his blood dolls neck, and started to feast hungrily, as Emilia watched on, almost salivating at the sight. The air was ripe with the scent of blood, and Emilia was having trouble controlling her own urges. Her eyes darted around and she could see a young fan that was standing in the corridor. He must have been 23 at best. His eyes locked on hers and she rose slowly from her seat, as the band was now all feeding on dolls and fans a like. Even Rheksas had the groupie in the back and was slowly sucking her dry.

The male fan edged up to Emilia and whispered “Are you with the band?” She cocked her head slightly and then said with a purr. “For a long time.” Her eyes darkened as she watched his main artery beating in his neck. She could tell he was getting excited from watching the band play with their food. Mesmerized by her stare, he moved in to kiss her and she obliged him, kissing him back hungrily, but her eyes were wide open. The husky growl from her throat practically had him wanting to hump her, so she let him push her against the wall, kissing her fiercely till she moved her mouth from his and then started to lick the ripe spot on his neck.

“Fuck yeah.” He cried until she bit down hard on his neck, her arms encircling him and locking him in place as he struggled in the pain and exctasy of the moment. Laughter from some of the band members, whose chins were dripping with blood was heard, as they watched one of their true elders feed before them.

Ustaf had knocked him blood doll off him, and rose to standing, letting out a blood curdling roar. Out in the Pit few would know what was really going on back stage. A frenzy of blood taking, death and hunger sated. Emilia let her prize go and he dropped to the floor, her fangs coated, her lips cherry red from the blood she had fed. Ustaf came up and started to lick the blood from her lips. He was always keen on the General. She allowed it as she was still heady from the experience.

“He was a good year…no?” Ustaf joked as he pulled back and kicked the lifeless body. Emilia released a gasp of delight and satisfaction. “Oh I needed that.”

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Ustaf leaned against the wall, and toyed with her hair. He had been in the town a month and knew a lot of what was going on in the underworld there.

“You might want to tell your Count. There is a new Queen of the Night. Vincent is dead, andz the one he tried to crown, belongs to another.”

Emilia was trying to compose herself as she listened to what he was saying.

” A new Queen…? Here?”

Ustaf nodded. “A lot of the blood dolls that come here spoke of her. Her name is Carmen…Carmen Williamson.”

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Greek Gods – Saturday Night Live

Hawaii – Ladies Night.

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(RP) Hawaii
April 14, 2014 11:58PM
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Hawaii, The Aloha State, The Ultimate Paradise. Fun, Sun and gorgeous blue waters. On the beach or in the waters of the ocean, anything can happen here.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 04:34AM
The Airport

Flight 349 – Seattle to Hawaii.

Dressed in a casual set of cargo shorts and matching T, Jason Lumbard otherwise known as Doctor Lumbard from Seattle Base Hospital was finally taking his long deserved vacation time in Hawaii. It must have been a good two years before he had the chance to take time off, and after arranging with his staff to have all necessary calls diverted to his cell, he hoped that anything serious he could handle via conference call on skype if need be. Coming down off the plane, he bent his head forward as he was given a floral lae by one of the welcoming officials in those daring grass skirts.

“Aloha.” Jason said with a smile to the young girl, as he straightened the straps on his back pack and made his way to the terminal. Wearing aviation sunglasses and a baseball cap, it was hard to recognize the doctor. He had also grown a small beard and mustache. Perhaps it was just the freedom to let everything go and relax for a good three weeks.

Passing through the glass doors and into the welcome respite of the air conditioning, Jason took off his glasses and kept an eye out for his driver. He had arranged someone to pick him up from the air port, and drive him to his hotel. Jason got up on one of the lounge chairs and placed his hand up to his forehead like a visor, trying to spot a large man holding his name on a plaque.

Soon he did spot a large fellow in a very colourful floral shirt and a broad smile looking for Jason. Grinning, he jumped down off the chair and pushed his way through the crowd to meet his driver.

“Aloha. Ben, right?”

“Aloha Doctor Lumbard. Welcome to Hawaii. This way please.”

The driver took the Doctor’s back pack and computer bag and headed to the car. Jason peeled off his shirt and followed on after him.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 05:30AM
The Kahala Hotel & Resort, Oahu

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Stepping into the lobby of the hotel, Pandora took a moment to look around the splendor and beauty of the place, awestruck. This had been the first time she had been anywhere outside of California and Seattle and she simply breathed in, feeling herself slowly begin to relax for the first time.

There were no demands of her, no worries…and definitely no men and backstabbing girlfriends to ruin what she was sure to be a pleasant time.

She put the anger away. She didn’t need it here.

She made her way to the reception desk.

“Aloha and welcome to The Kahala Hotel & Resort, Ms LaRue.” the woman greeted. That stunned her for a moment before she remembered that the flight attendant had taken care of the hotel arrangements when they were on the plane.

“Aloha.” Pandora nodded.

“We have you in a first floor suite and we had a selection of clothing from the stores brought to your room, if that’s okay.” the woman, Melanie (Pandora read her name badge), stated in a low voice so that other guests could not hear them. Pandora appreciated her discretion.

“That’s perfectly fine.” Pandora nodded. “Um…how much did the airline pay for? I do have my own money and would hate to think I was taking advantage of their hospitality.” Melanie checked the information in the computer before looking at her.

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“They paid for your first week’s stay and the clothing, Ms LaRue. Please don’t worry about it, it isn’t the first time they and we have done anything like this. Gino will escort you to your room.” An exotic looking man stepped to the desk with a welcoming smile on his face. Pandora’s breath hitched, she was dangerously close to tears once again as the generosity of perfect strangers began to affect her. She quickly got herself under control.

“I’m expecting a delivery from one of your pharmacies…”

“We’ll have it brought to your room when it arrives.” Melanie nodded. Pandora gave her a small smile before she looked at Gino.

“Lead the way, good sir.”

“Right this way.” He waved a hand out and indicated which direction to go.


Suite 104

Gino opened the door and allowed her to go in ahead of her. The windows were open, letting in fresh ocean air and she stood in the center of the room, just breathing in.

“Beautiful.” she whispered, opening her eyes and looking out at the ocean.

“I’m glad you like it. The clothes are all packed in the dressers there and a bath has been drawn for you, although with your leg as it is…”

“It’s waterproof.” she told him.

“Ah, very good. There’s an activities pamphlet and a room service menu next to the phone. Just dial “0″ if you need the front desk. The kitchens are open 24 hours in case you have the urge for a midnight snack. We just want you to enjoy your stay and relax.”

“I feel better already, thank you, Gino.”

“You’re welcome, Ms LaRue. Here’s your keycard.” He set it on the coffee table and turned to leave.

“Wait!” she called to him, pulling a couple of $20 bills from her pocket. With a small smile, she pressed them into his hand. “Aloha, Gino.”

“Aloha, Ms LaRue. Have a pleasant evening.” Gino smiled before leaving her alone.

Once she was alone, she took another deep breath and let it out slowly.

“I’m free.” she whispered. After checking to make sure the “Do Not Disturb” sign was out and the door was locked, she made her way to the bedroom. Too tired to admire the deep mahogany woods that made up her room, she crawled onto the bed, still fully dressed and in moments was sound asleep.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 06:12AM
The Kahala Hotel & Resort, Oahu

Riding from the airport to the Kahala Hotel, Jason had his camera out and was already playing tourist – taking happy snaps out the open window as the car cruised through the palm lined streets. An upbeat song was playing on the radio, a local band Jason guessed, and the heady smell of salt water from the beach just made Jason smile lazily. Placing his camera back in his backpack, he felt the vibration of his phone and pulled it out to check his messages. Most of them were from his friends back home wishing him a great trip but one was from the hospital It was in regards to Miss LaRue’s medication. He thought for a moment through the countless patients he had, then remembered that she was the one that checked out after the motorcycle accident. He wasn’t too fussed with her doing that, but when a patient decides that they want out there was very little that he could do to stop them. Now she needed her script filled cause she was on vacation. Then his eyes widened. Hawaii? Was this a joke? He scrolled down the details and sure enough she was staying at the same hotel. Fate seemed to be playing a hand in this and he gave a lighthearted shrug as he took the details and pocketed his cell back in his backpack.

It would appear that he was going to do a house call while on vacation.

Pulling up at the hotel driveway near the lobby entrance, Jason let himself out of the courtesy car and reached back in to grab his backpack and computer bag before giving the driver a salute.

“Thanks for the ride.” A tip and he was then off up the stairs and into the grand foyer of the Kahala hotel. Approaching the front desk, he took out his wallet and presented his visa card to the guest manager, who wished him Aloha and checked him in.

“Your suite is ready, Doctor. First floor suite, room number 105.”

Taking the key to his room and the brochures, he then asked the guest manager.

“I’m sorry, but has a Miss LaRue checked in yet?”

“Why yes, Doctor Lumbard. Room 104.”

“Ha…right. I’ll pay her a visit. Thanks again.

With this information and having a laugh that she was in the room next to his, Jason got his gear and strode over to the lift and took the next available one up to the first floor. It was a plush hotel by the decor – comfortable and luxurious. Walking past Pandora’s room, he paused a moment. Should he knock? Chuckling to himself, he did…..and waited.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 06:30AM
Suite 104

Pandora was simply exhausted. Between leaving her apartment building and then flying over an ocean to an island paradise, her mind and body simply shut down.

There was knock on her hotel door, that she barely even heard. Struggling up from sleep, she sat up slowly, taking in her surroundings with a bit of confusion before she remembered where she was. She was shocked to see that she’d only slept 2 hours.

The knock came again and she frowned. Who would be coming to see her?

She then recalled that she had asked to be notified when her medications arrived.

“That must be them. Thank goodness.” she murmured. She struggled to her feet and hobbled into the next room. She walked past a mirror and saw that her hair was a jumbled, sleepy mess and quickly ran her fingers through her locks to straighten them out. She made a face at her pale appearance, vowing to get outside and into the sun in the morning after breakfast.

Not bothering to look through the peephole, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, a greeting on her lips.

It died a swift death in the face of surprise at who was standing on her threshhold.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, seeing Doctor Lumbard. He looked so different without his hospital gear on. He had a lean, but muscular look about him and she blushed fiercely when she realized she was staring at his naked chest. “Do you always walk around in public half-dressed?” she asked, annoyed at her reaction. She did not need this complication in her life right now. The wound was still fresh.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 06:38AM
Suite 104

Seeing the state Pandora was in when she opened the door, Jason realized that he must have woken her up. She looked like she had just risen from the crypt. He was taken aback and when he asked what he was doing there, he chuckled and said.

“House calls? No, seriously, I am on vacation and just got the message through on my phone about your script. Found out you were here and thought I would do the neighborly thing and pop by to check on you.” Jason also happened to notice how she was staring at his bare chest and asking if he liked to walk around half dressed.

“I don’t know if you have noticed but…this is Hawaii. People tend to take their shirts off.” He was playful in his banter and retained that bedside manner that had attracted so many to him at the hospital.

Winking, he backed up saying. “I’ll make sure your scripts are signed for and delivered to your room, Miss LaRue. Oh…and enjoy your stay. Maybe I will see you around.”

That said, he left her there and went to go find his own room.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 06:52AM
Suite 104 – Outside Hallway

Hawaii…and the same hotel she was in…was the absolute last place Pandora expected to see anyone she knew. Surprised that it was the doctor who had taken care of her when she was in Seattle was just icing on the cake.

That he was on his own vacation threw her for a moment before she thought about it fully. He was a full-time doctor. Even he deserved time off now and again.

“I don’t know if you have noticed but…this is Hawaii. People tend to take their shirts off.”

“Well I wasn’t implying anything by it. Don’t think so highly of yourself, Doc.” Pandora chuckled, a teasing glint in her eye. “Excuse me for being frank. I’m just surprised to see you here, that’s all.” she shrugged lamely. He grinned at her and turned to walk away.

“I’ll make sure your scripts are signed for and delivered to your room, Miss LaRue. Oh…and enjoy your stay. Maybe I will see you around.”

“Yeah. You too.” she stated, watching him walk down the hall. He had a nice butt.

Making a face, more than disgusted with herself for those thoughts, she went back into her room, slamming the door.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 07:07AM
Suite 105 – Jason’s Room

Hearing the door slam behind him, Jason glanced over his shoulder and let out a bit of a laugh. Boy, she was still feisty as ever. Damn the man that ever tames that girl, he thought to himself as he pushed his key card into the slot and the light turned green. Smiling he pushed the door open and then saw the wonderful room that had been prepared for him. How he loved the time off from the hospital, where he had been putting in shifts of up to 48 hours at a time, often falling asleep in the store room, just to get a few extra winks before another exhausting set of rounds. But that was all behind him for the next three weeks. He set down his back pack and computer bag and then wandered over to the curtain covered window, pulling the drapes back and seeing the beauty of the view that was laid out before him. The resort had everything that a tourist could crave, but Jason had plans to go hiking and perhaps tour some of the volcanic islands in the area. Perhaps some sailing and diving. Clapping his hands together, he went over to the bed and undid his shirt that he had tied around his waist, laying it on the bed. He took his cell phone, wallet and watch and placed them on the bedside table, along with a small frame that he packed very carefully into his backpack. The small picture frame was set next to the alarm clock and he smiled at it thoughtfully.

“Happy anniversary, love.”

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It was a picture of his late wife, who had died just three months after their wedding. They never got to have the honeymoon due to the aggressive stages of her cancer, but everywhere he went he took her picture so that she was always with him.

Jason got on the hotel phone and rang the pharmacy to make sure that Miss LaRue’s prescription would be delivered to her room, and that he would sign for it when he was down there next. The attendant was most helpful, and he hung up. Reaching into his backpack for his book, he strolled out to the balcony to enjoy the warmth of the sun, and the sea breezes.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 12:37PM
Suite 104 – Late Evening

It was too late in the day to take in the sites so she decided to keep to her room.

Ordering something from room service, she decided to take a quick shower and wash her hair, just so she could feel somewhat human again. Wiping the fog off the mirror, she took in her wan features. There were dark circles under her eyes and her face was beginning to thin. She was losing weight, and not in a healthy way.

“That all changes tomorrow. Pandora LaRue is coming back and she’s coming back hard.” she stated.

Wrapping a towel around her body, she left the bathroom, only to startle with fright when she saw a maid standing in her room.

“Jesus! You scared me!” she snapped.

“I apologize, Ms LaRue. I knocked but no one answered. I didn’t see your DND sign so I thought it was safe to come in.” the poor woman stammered. “I brought your dinner.” She pointed to the open balcony door and the small meal sitting on the table there.

“No…it’s okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Thank you.” Pandora gave the woman a smile, letting her know it was cool. The woman nodded and left her.

After running a second towel through her still-damp hair, she went out on the balcony, not bothering to dress. Still wrapped in a towel, she took in the ocean as the sun was just kissing the horizon, making the sky a painting of pink and orange hues.

“So lovely.” she murmured, unaware that Jason was out on his balcony as well. She hobbled to her seat, glaring at the cast on her leg. “I can’t wait till that’s gone. So annoying.” she grumbled before lifting the trays off her meal.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 08:23PM
Suite 105 – Jason’s Room

Jason enjoyed the solitude that the resort room gave him, enjoying the afternoon just reading a book that had been on his nightstand for six months. It was one of those adventure sci fi novels, that you can really escape into and before the Doctor realized the sun had already started to go down. Stretching, and placing an arm up over his head, he scratched his wayward blond locks and gave some thought to dinner. He really wasn’t up to getting all dressed up for a meal in the restaurant, so he padded inside and took out the room service menu from the media unit drawer. Thumbing through it Jason settled on the garlic prawns on a bed of jasmine rice, roast pork Hawaiian style with fresh fruits and vegetables, and then for desert he was going to treat himself to a large sunshine fruit and ice cream parfait. The girl on the other end of the phone took down the details and said the meal would be about twenty five minutes. This gave him enough time to go and have a shower, to get rid of the travel grime and also cool him down a touch from being out in the sun.

Coming out of the shower onto the small bedroom patio, which was adjacent the living room one, he was wearing just a towel and a smile as he took in the sights. it wasn’t till he heard an odd murmur about something being lovely, as he stared out at the view.

“Why yes, it is lovely. I quite agree Miss LaRue.” He had no idea she was complaining about her cast.

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 08:35PM
Pandora’s Balcony

“Why yes, it is lovely. I quite agree Miss LaRue.” came a voice to her right.

Okay, people jumping up out of nowhere and scaring the shit out of her was starting to get old fast. She turned her head and glared, quite fiercely, at Doctor Lumbard, whom she noticed was in nothing but a towel.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she groaned, slapping a hand over her face. “Do you get off on sneaking up on me?” She turned back to her own dinner, trying to ignore that little voice in the back of her head that was telling that she was being deliberately rude. She smothered that voice with a pillow.

She awaited his reply before she looked at him again, keeping her eyes trained on his face and not going lower then that. “I wanted to ask…when can I get this damn cast off my leg? I feel like Gumby the Gimpy Giraffe trying to walk around with this thing. Can’t actually get a tan with that on my leg, you know. And do I really need this arm sling? I mean, seriously. I feel like an invalid.” she complained. She knew she was being ridiculous about it, but in reality, she just wanted to feel human again.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 08:46PM
Jason’s Balcony

Poor Miss LaRue. She wasn’t very neighborly. Perhaps it was the lack of pain medication, perhaps it was the fact she discharged herself too early or…perhaps it was the fact she was all by herself on a holiday with no one to care for her. Why, it was a miracle she was able to cut up her own food with her arm in a sling and leg in a cast.

When she went off on a barrage of verbal abuse, cussing and those epic face palming gestures, Doctor Lumbard couldn’t help but smile as she turned her back on him, like some mean old biddie from Walmart buying liquor at five to closing. He had to admit, the scene she was painting was rather pitiful, and he always felt sorry for stray abandoned animals, so why not Miss LaRue.

When she turned back around, the Doctor had vanished inside. So her questions fell on deaf ears. That was…until there was a knock at Pandora’s door. If she was to go get it, there would be a large…very large and brute-ful looking nurse ready to tend to Miss LaRue’s every waking need. The Doctor by now was bringing out his own dinner trays and placing them on the outdoor table, wearing….speedos. Green ones.

“I hope you enjoy my gift, Miss LaRue. That is Nurse Mamu. She is a part time wrestler, so I wouldn’t go saying mean things, if she is to cut off your cast and cut up your meat.”

That said, he sat down and started to take the lid domes off his own meal.

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“So lovely.”

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Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 09:00PM
Pandora’s Balcony

When she had turned back around, the doctor had disappeared and so her rant had fallen on deaf ears.

“Typical.” she snorted. There was a knock on her suite door and she didn’t even bother trying to get up. “It’s open!” she called out. The door open and her eyes widened when the largest woman she’d ever seen waltz into the room as if she owned the place.

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“Who the hell are you?” she demanded.

“I hope you enjoy my gift, Miss LaRue. That is Nurse Mamu. She is a part time wrestler, so I wouldn’t go saying mean things, if she is to cut off your cast and cut up your meat.” came the doc’s voice behind her. She turned her head to look at him.

“What lovely bedside manner you have, Doc.” she snorted. “Going to have her torture me as well?”

God, what was wrong with her this evening? She was beginning to sound like a right bitch. But she couldn’t help herself. She was tired of men trying to dictate her every waking moment. “You can keep your ‘gift’. I don’t want it, not do I need it.” She moved to get to her feet, struggling with her cane awkwardly for the moment before she managed to right herself. She looked at the nurse. “Leave. Now. Or I will not be responsible for my actions.” Despite the heat of her current location, the temperature in the suite began to rise, and Mamu broke out into an unnatural sweat. She made the sign of the evil eye and quickly left the room. Smirking to herself, Pandora made her way to her bed. It had been too soon to try and use her abilities and she was drained.

“My life sucks.” she muttered, throwing her cane across the room in a fit of anger. It made a loud noise that echoed out into the night air, sure to bring the doctor running if he thought she’d fallen down and injured herself further. Pulling a long t-shirt from the clothing the hotel and brought her, she pulled it on over her head, discarding the towel and crawled into bed. In a moment, she was sound asleep, not realizing she had left her suite door unlocked once more.

Re: (RP) Hawaii
April 15, 2014 09:19PM
Jason’s Balcony

Things were heating up over at Pandora’s apartment, with Jason’s gift of a little help around the place being rejected outright by the fiesty Miss LaRue. She was acting like a rabid dog in need of a bullet. Seeing her face flushed with anger and her retort that he planned her to be tortured, Jason held up a fork full of garlic prawn and looked surprised.

“No pain no gain?”

Course, Pandora refused the hired help and sent the poor woman packing after inflating the room’s temperature with her ability to channel heat. The lovely Nurse Mamu only left after placing something of a curse on Pandora, and then quiet again descended in Pandora’s apartment. The Doctor leaned over in his chair and strained to hear her mutterings. Something about how her life sucks. Well, it seemed she was bringing a lot of unnecessary ill on herself, in her refusal for genuine help.

Shrugging, the Doctor continued to enjoy his meal as he felt there was really little that he could do to help Pandora at this stage. He did hear the clatter and loud bang of her cane hitting the wall, and he wondered if she had hurt herself in the mad tirade.

Finishing his meal, Jason patted his lips with a napkin and rubbed his belly. Letting out a loud belch, he was all smiles again, before covering all the plates with their trays again, and then heading with the large tray to the door, to park it outside for the help to come collect. He happened to notice that Pandora’s door was ajar and there was no sound coming from it. Had she taken another fall? Going to get his medical bag inside his backpack, he wandered on over, not bothering to knock for fear she would throw something.

He padded through her apartment, till finally spying her on the bed wearing a T’shirt. Quietly, he made his way to the bed, and took out what he needed to remove the cast from her leg. This was done quickly and painlessly, barely stirring her since he had such expert hands. When it was done, he tossed the spent cast in the trash, and silently made his way out, to leave her to her devices.

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Four Seasons Condos (1) – Ladies Night.

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Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
March 06, 2014 05:34PM
Felicity shared a kiss with Muriel before they stepped back. Muriel gave her the once over. “Sue me, I just got off the plane from Milan about an hour ago. Didn’t know Brother-Dearest was throwing a dinner party or I would have changed.” Felicity chuckled.

“Would you mind taking some snaps of our wonderful guests, I am sure that they would end up on every society page in this town.””

“Oh thank God! I thought you’d never ask!” Felicity grinned, turning on her camera, ready to work the crowd. Maxwell paused her to introduce her and Muriel to Lucy. “Pleasure to meet you, Lucy. I hope you’re keeping this joker in line.” Fel grinned, snapping a photo of her brother when he wasn’t paying attention. He had been staring at Lucy at the time. Muriel threaded her arm through Felicity’s to lead her to the dinner table, Fel snapping pictures as they went to find their seats. Switching to the video function, she captured the two playboys kissing and the Senator’s wife laughing like a hyena in heat. She smirked as she thought of sending the video to TMZ but then realized it would destroy her integrity as a serious photographer and deleted the video. She didn’t need that kind of crap in her portfolio.

Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
March 06, 2014 06:27PM
The Dinner party.

The seating arrangements had Muriel at the head surprisingly, with her spiritual adviser – Mahatma Sheika to her right, and of course the luscious Stacy Pulser and her poodle Minty to her left. Seated down on the left hand side were the fabulous boys, the Iron Chef and his gorgeous boy toy of the hour Rodger, and of course Radio DJ star Roy Stevens and his pregnant girlfriend Janice Wyman. On the other side was the Senator and his bunny wife, Tamara, who was constantly fixated with the gay goings on on the other side of the table, so much so, she kept picking up her napkin and waving it in front of her face. The empty spaces close to Maxwell were now to be taken up by Lucy and of course the newly arrived Felicity, who was taking loads of happy snaps that were sure to make her editor salivate.

The first course was a soup that happened to be Asparagus and cream with dill. Each was brought out on the finest china and placed before each guest, whilst Muriel sat bolt upright and tapped her wine glass with her spoon.

“People…people, before you all start on our wonderful meal this evening, I would like to ask..my own spiritual advisor, Mahatma Sheika to bless our food.” You could see in the way she looked at the guru, that she held him in very high regard. A well known patron to his Orange palace in the Hills of Beverly, she had figured if she was going to be a devil in this life, she was going to pay her way to spiritual enlightenment. He rose up and the soft clink of his many beads along with his cheery chuckle had many at ease, except for Lucy, who saw straight through this fraud when she decided to google him up. A known womanizer and gambling addict, known to have at least six wives in Ohio, he was the ultimate shyster. Lucy merely folded her arms instead of going into any sort of prayer like pose, unlike everyone else, who lapped it up like staring puppies.

“Peace to you all. Hehehehe. I am the Mahatma Sheika and I welcome you to this, feast. Hehehe. I want you to all take hands and then repeat after me.” Around the table, everyone started to take hands with others, while Lucy was totally reluctant, till getting a pleading look from Maxwell. Begrudgingly she joined in and then waited to hear what she and the others had to repeat. “I eat…to fufill my spirit, with the wonders of food. Blessed is my belly. Ka..ra..ma..sa…bekaaaha.”

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It was the most ridiculous thing that Lucy had heard, and was shocked to see the others all repeat it. Gritting her teeth, Lucy played along as everyone clapped, when the Guru jumped up and down with glee to see these people being such eager followers. Was everyone at this table merely out to use the other for their own ends? It appeared that way.

As Lucy was about to take a spoonful of soup, Maxwell blurted.

“So…Lucy here has found some raw new talent that will be presenting her sculptures at the Light Box.”

Lucy dropped her spoon, as she heard Max blab about Roisin. She felt all eyes now on her, and she gave all a weak smile, as Minty started lapping at Muriel’s soup.

“Yes, well…we just signed a new deal to show the young sculptor’s work. She is incredibly talented, but a bit media shy.”

Muriel tilted her head and with pursed lips she asked.

“There is no such thing as someone shy of the media. Ask Felicity, she’ll tell you. EVERYONE wants to be a star.’

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Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
March 09, 2014 09:00AM
This was a photgrapher’s dream. Felicity was all around the table like a fly, buzzing from one celeb to another and getting candids, action shots, black and whites, sepias. Her manager was going to die when he saw them. She even got a shot of the dog lapping at Muriel’s soup as she asked for her “spiritual guide” to bless their dinner.

She chuckled to herself as she listened to the man natter on about nothing important trying to sound all spiritual and religious. She heard better bullshit from her psychic and that was saying something.

Once he was finished, they were allowed to eat and only then did Max blurt out something about his assistant finding a new, spectacular sculptor who was showing their work at his gallery. Lucy looked shocked that he would bring it up. Felicity had a feeling the woman was a bit shy about having the attention focused on her. Poor thing.

Muriel scoffed at the thought of someone being media-shy.

“There is no such thing as someone shy of the media. Ask Felicity, she’ll tell you. EVERYONE wants to be a star.” All eyes turned to look at Felicity.

“It’s true. 5 minutes of fame and people are like dogs sniffing each other’s arses.” she chuckled, having first hand experience with such things. She had been mobbed by her fair share of gloryhounds when she had her first photos published in Marie Claire. But she had a good head on her shoulders and didn’t let it affect her. It was her career…she called her own shots and damn the consequences. “I’m in town on assignment for a fashion show taking place in a few days. I’d be more then happy to cover the art showing as well if you need a photographer.” Felicity directed this last statement to Muriel.

Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
March 09, 2014 07:41PM
The Dinner party.

Lucy could not believe the gall of Felicity to speak directly to Muriel about the art show, when it was Maxwell’s art gallery. What was it with these media and PR types? She knew how ferocious they were in New York, but this lot…took the cake. Lucy reached for a glass of wine and took a sip, biting her tongue so to speak instead of saying what she truly thought. Maxwell, well he was passed the point of no return having drank so much that he just sat there with a goofy expression – more than happy to play “Yes Dear” with Muriel.

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One thing that was standard now at most dinner parties, was to see people pull out their cellphones at a moment’s notice. It was while they were enjoying their soup, that the DJ and talk show personality; Roy Stevens started to check his messages when he let out a loud laugh.

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“Mariah breaks a leg at rehearsal for Chicago, and hubby caught with dancer’s red thong!” He practically shouted, which brought a collection of gasps and chuckles from those seated around the table. Tamara snorted and cackled like a fiend at the very idea of Mariah breaking her leg, while Rodger, the Iron man chef’s date gasped. “Oh that poor girl. She has the worst luck when it comes to her performances. And her taste in men.” The table erupted into chatter about the events that were unfolding, checking their own phones for any tabloid snap shots or tweets. It was the strangest thing to see. The upper class had turned into a pack of techno zombies. Eyes glued to their illuminated screens.

Lucy eased back in her chair and took another sip of her wine. This was going to be a long night.

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Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
April 12, 2014 06:42AM
Felicity

She looked over at Lucy, hearing her smothered snort as the others around the table broke out their cell phones to read up on the latest celeb gossip. She was thoughtful.

“Lucy, was it? You do not seem all that keen on this whole affair. Something troubling you, dear?” Felicity smirked, looking at Max’s assistant.

Max, of course, was of no help as he was three sheets to the wind and looking to fall headfirst into his Vichyssoise.

Someone sitting next to Felicity tried to shush her and she glared at the offending hand on her arm. “Unless you want to be on the cover of the next tabloid, I suggest you remove that hand.” She may have looked eccentric on the outside, but Felicity had a mean streak that rivaled her brother’s in its intensity. The hand was gone in under a second and turned her gaze back on Lucy.

“So…which is it? Are you the media-shy type, or a closet gossip?”

Re: RP – Four Seasons Condos.
April 12, 2014 07:21AM
The Dinner Party

Lucy was ready to call it a night being well aware that this kind of function was definitely not her thing. Seeing as her employer was practically ready to blow a .13 on a breathalizer and probably wouldn’t remember this night anyways, she was about to reach for her business attache case and head out. That was until Felicity; Max’s sister decided to try and open a can of worms right at the table.

“Lucy, was it? You do not seem all that keen on this whole affair. Something troubling you, dear?”

Pursing her lips and trying to hold back from letting all know exactly what she thought of their behaviour, she said through gritted teeth. “I’m not one for parties.”

At this Max let out a loud snort and then chortled. “She thinks ya’all money grubbing, ladder climbing, B listers that are dying to be the next…*hic*…stars on the front covers of Hello Magazine…Right Lu?”

Oh…that was a little too close to the truth and you could hear Muriel let out a loud.

“SHE WHAT?”

Lucy shook her head and looked up the table at Muriel. ‘Max is drunk…he doesn’t know what he is saying.”

At this Max stood up unsteadily, rocking back and forth; holding his glass of wine out to toast Muriel.

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“Kitten…I love you…for your money and social standing….but seriously, no, I mean this….you really should get a personality…transplant. I don’t know how everyone…here, puts up with you…ou.” The last part said as he wiggled his finger at Muriel, and then passed out – vanishing behind the top end of the table.

Lucy gasped at this sudden drunken tirade, but Muriel was now staring daggers at Lucy. Course Lucy didn’t start this. Felicity did. The senator’s wife, who had also had a few drinks raised her glass to toast the now fallen Max. “Here here, I hate having Muriel at my parties….*she then whispered loudly to the gay couple across the table*….caught her fucking my butler on the washing machine. On spin.”

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The gay boys both clasped their hands over their hearts, then burst out laughing as Stacy Pulser’s dog Minty decided to piddle into Muriel’s soup bowl.

“GET THAT DOG OUT OFF THE TABLE!….MAX!”

The entire table erupted with laughter at the naughty antics of the tiny dog, which Muriel picked up and hurled across the room, where it sailed out the window and…vanished.

“MINTY!”

The radio announcer gasped and said. “We are…how many floors up?”

His wife started to go into labour. “Too high for that dog to survive. Oh..god my water’s have broken!” The gay boys both looked like they were now going to throw up, as the chocolate bar heiress ran to the window only to see her dog Minty splattered on the side walk below. She spun around and pointed at Muriel. “YOU!…YOU DOG KILLER!”

Stacy made a run for Muriel, who picked up a large torte off the desert trolley and hurled it at Stacy to keep her back.

“COP THIS!” She threw the torte, only to have it hit the Senator, who stood up to try and calm his fellow dinner guests.

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The moment that happened, the table erupted into a massive food fight, as Lucy grabbed her brief case and ran for the door. Opening it, she took one look back, shaking her head before leaving the disaster….to the photographer who would make a mint. Felicity.

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A Page in Time – Chapter Seven.

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April 18, 2014 04:36AM
A Page in Time

Chapter Seven

Legends Alive!

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IceTe3a

CharlotteCarrendar: – There is such a thing as running, and then there is flying, which is what Nadia practically did as Dante picked her up and flung her the bulk of the way along the sky walk path. She skidded chest first down the last part of the path bruising herself and crying out as she finally came to a stop well past the end of the small walk. The young lawyer grunted and coughed up a mouthful of dust, before trying to get to her feet – the gun still in her hand. Turning back, she could hear the roar of the Minotaur that was chasing the pair across the walk. What on earth released the hellish beast from its stone tomb? Was it them? Was this all part of the chamber’s security to stop humans from entering the sacred temple? For now it appeared to be working, as Dante fought vigorously against the mythical Ox creature. Nadia felt so useless, with only a gun which she knew would not stop the enraged beast from attacking further. But Dante, he was a powerhouse onto himself. Tackling the Ox head on and hurling abuse in Greek. Nadia wasn’t sure what was said, but she knew one thing – it pissed the Minotaur off to no end. Nadia was almost afraid to keep on running, but it was what Dante ordered her to do. Surely he would catch up, yes? One could only hope. There was a larger tunnel that she now entered that ran off the walkway, and so down the tunnel she ran, though it was hard going without much light – only the slight light of the flare that had been thrown before her. Picking up speed, the tunnel zigged and zagged in this direction then that, leading her deeper into the cave system. What would be waiting for her at the other end? :: In the original chamber that had the three tunnels, the moment that the walkway was destroyed, a large gate came down on the Minotaur tunnel, and another was lifted, as thought senses had picked up that those that entered had to deal with the beast. Jason and his two henchmen were trapped now along with Dante and Nadia, and with only one way to go, they had no choice but to take the newly opened tunnel. What they failed to see, was the large snake’s head that was at the top of the tunnel entrance. The three men were about to discover a rare beauty….with a terrible secret. :: Nadia’s journey through the tunnel finally brought her out into what looked to be a jungle like temple. Vines covering many statues and fresh water flowing around the base like a moat almost. The water was crystal clear and filled with all types of fish. It was like something out of a picture book for children. Exotic plants, large flowers, and the calls of wild birds, as far to the top of the cavern was an open hole that brought in shards of light. It was beautiful as it was mysterious. There were six stairs carved from rock that led to a temple doorway. Within it was dark. Nadia was unsure if she should proceed without Dante. <3>

IceTe3a: Adrenaline coursing throughout Dante’s body which in turn allowed him not to feel the pain that was caused to his body during the tussle, his stitches now ripped from the manhandling as his hues watch as the giant mythical beast falls down into the darkness leaving a trail of horrific roars almost sounding like the Minotaur was cursing Dante for its ill fate. Reality set in as the pain shot straight to him “ARRRGH!!” he bellowed out as it echo’d throughout the cavern, his hues flick over to where he tossed Nadia, she was nowhere in sight good so she listened and ran for it; he started to walk across the small pathway slowly in an injured pace as he grunts slightly “That woman will be the death of me” he said with a slight smirk across his face, his face had received a new gash across his forehead slightly from the earlier fight with the Minotaur touching the area he feels the slightly bloodied skin and groans “Another one” reaching the edge of the small path way It seemed to have opened up to a larger tunnel system which was a good thing since Dante would not need to crouch to get through. Picking up the pace a little he commenced a casual job knowing all well that Nadia should not be left alone in a place like this for too long he wanted to catch up as quickly as he could, he had no time to glance around looking for more clues of human activity in this new tunnel as he continued down the path as it twisted and turned constantly, he could feel the blood tricking down his skin from his torn stitches and his forehead the pain was there but he had to focus on more current events first. After a while of jogging he notices the tunnel started to widen slowly over time as a light beamed at the end of the tunnel. Walking out to the new chamber he had to shield his eyes quickly from the change of running in the dark to this now brightened room, after a few seconds of allowing his eyes to adjust he glanced around noticing this place showed work from man, a temple in the middle of a cave system? Not unheard of but pretty rare to see firsthand, as it looked structurally sound built to last the damage of time; coming to a walk further in he notices broken statues scattered around the place obviously this was more confirmation that this tunnel system was built by a bunch of Greeks, they always had a good eye for design or at least Dante thought so. His hues flicker to a familiar sound, running water; a river system this deep in the caves how unusual and it didn’t have that thick smell of salt water, it must be a fresh water stream no doubt it was filtered and purified from the limestone build up in these rocks as he noticed how crystal clear it was. Walking down to the water he kneeled down as he cupped his hands and washed his face before taking a drink of water, it was cold to the touch and really refreshing which confirmed that the limestone had acted as a filtering system, this water was pure, movement in the water showed there was life in this cave system as he noticed the small fish and plantation growing under the water a self sustaining ecosystem how interesting this in itself was a great find. Coming to a stand he looked around as it appeared there were more signs of life in this cave as plants and large flowers were growing all over the place, parts of the ground was covered in a green thick moss kind of plant almost like grass but not exactly..He was unsure as to what that was exactly as he heard the beat of flapping wings he looked up to see wild birds flying around as his ears pick up the music of the ecosystem the running water softly In the background, the call of the wild birds talking and arguing with each other, there even seemed to be a slight breeze which rustled the leaves of the plants, how peaceful this place seemed, it was almost tranquil. But one thing was off.. Where was that demanding woman who earlier pinned him down twice firstly to sow him up stating he was like a blanket and secondly to force him to rest on her lap as she played with his hair. Walking around slowly as he continued to admire his new found scenery he hollered out her name “Nadia… Nadia where are you” he bellowed at the top of his lungs as he tried not to stretch his muscles too much, his back and forehead slightly throbbing from the pain as he stood still next to the flowing water, eyes darting around looking for Nadia.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Nadia had already started exploring the wondrous cavern that was like something out of a dream. After the terrible fright of the Minotaur attack, this temple cave offered a false sense of security, as there didn’t appear to be anything dangerous lurking within. The gentle babble of water as it poured over a rock waterfall was a delightful sound; and the mist like spray cleaned the air with water droplets cooled Nadia’s skin. Such colourful flowers that opened up to reveal large centres that were a food source for birds and insects alike. Some types of the flowers she had never even seen before. This would have been a botanist’s dream come true. Finding species of plant life; that had long since become extinct on the surface of the planet. The cavern itself was enormous, and the carved columns were clearly done by human hand. At least that is what she thought. Was this a temple that had fallen into the mountain from above, like Atlantis was claimed by the sea? Nadia had so many questions and she truly wished her father was there by her side to explain all of this. Then again, she had the journal and if he had been this way before surely it would be noted. The yelling of her companion broke her chain of thought, and she came out from behind a large broken statue of a Cyclops. Seeing Dante was wounded again, the smile that she was wearing fell from her face. “You’re hurt.” Well that was obvious, and Nadia ran down across the moss covered stones to his side, reaching up to touch the wound on his forehead. “What happened to the Minotaur?” She asked. <3>

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IceTe3a: He watches as a beautiful red and green bird sours through the air almost playfully, such freedom “I doubt there’s any predators down here to bother you little fella” he said with a smile as he watched the bird fly off to the distance. Where was she? Obviously she had wondered off to explore, that much Dante knew. Checking the gear was still attached and ready to go as he searched through a dry bag to pull out a packet of smokes, lighting a cigarette as he took in a deep drag he let out a refreshing sigh of relief after a few moments. Finally she appeared out from behind a rock her smile dimmed as she walked over to him extending an arm, he watched as she touched the wound on his forehead claiming he was hurt; that was to be expected when fighting a mythical creature he thought to himself … “Wait.. Do I even call them mythical creatures now? I mean I was just attacked by one” he said a loud to himself as he came back to reality “Yeah I tore my stitches too, sorry about that” as he pointed to his back he arched a brow when she asked what happened to the Minotaur “I threw it off the pathway, He won’t be bothering us for awhile, Although I get this feeling he was cursing at me while he was falling” he shrugged slightly as he glanced around “Looks like your father was onto something with this one huh” he stated it as he pointed at their new found scenery, coming to sit down on the floor to rest for a moment he sighed as he looked up at her “I just need a moment, what’s the journal say?” as he looked around them he was still alert and always on the lookout for more dangers after a few moments he glanced over to the temple and nodded in its direction “whatever all this is about I’m sure we’ll find something in that temple over there” he looked over the temple it was old but impressively built since it was still standing, the plant life down here had all but taken over the walls of the temple as flowers and vines grew across the wall. Looking back at Nadia he took another drag of his Cigarette as he passed her a bottle of water “Drink it all up, it’s been awhile since we rehydrated and while we are near a fresh spring I want to utilize it, never know how long we need to make that water last” he said as he started collecting empty bottles from the dry bags with the intention to fill them up with the fresh water from the stream, he grabbed a full bottle of water and guzzled it all down in one go letting out a sigh of satisfaction before glancing back over at Nadia.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The loud caw of the exotic red and green bird had Nadia glance skywards up to the very small opening that allowed the light of the sun to filter through. It was a godsend in a way. They weren’t that far from the surface. Being before Dante now, and hearing his stitches had been ripped open again made the young lawyer scowl. All that work, undone by a Minotaur; who would have thought? Last thing he would have wanted was to have her working on his again. The best thing to do, was enjoy this moment where at least there appeared to be nothing savage that wanted to end them in this temple. The Minotaur had been defeated on the small walkway so Dante had said, and Nadia let out a sigh of relief. “I thought those things were just myths, I guess not.” She was starting to wonder just what was real and not. She couldn’t have imagined what had been down the other two tunnels that had been gated off when she stepped on the pressure plate. Little did she know that those following her were about to find out. Sitting down on the moss covered hill, Nadia gratefully accepted the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to her lips to replenish herself after the dive and the sprint through the caves. She tipped the bottle up as she emptied it effortlessly, handing the empty back to Dante so he could refill it from the stream. She eased back on the palms of her hands that were pressed down behind her and tilted her head from side to side stretching out while she had the opportunity. It was a needed rest stop in her view, after everything that had happened to them so far, however Dante wanted to know what the journal said. Sitting back up, she fished through the dry bag and took it out; opening it to a new page that did in fact show a marking of the Cyclops. Nadia turned her head and looked back over at the broken statue that was of the Cyclops creature and then said. “If you look here, it shows this symbol for Cyclops, so that must be on the map.” Taking the map she spread it out, and then she ran her finger along a trail on the paper, till she reached the same Cyclops marking. “We must be getting close.” She assumed, knowing the temple was somehow a door way to the next level. :: Down the Snake head tunnel, Jason was holding up a flare as the two muscle bound brutes followed. The floor of the tunnel was littered with small broken bits of rock, and made it hard going till coming out to a new cavern area that looked like a graveyard. Massive statues of all kinds, but they were all of men. As Jason walked past one, it looked as though the statue of the warrior feared what it was seeing. One of the two guards, called out. “I don’t like the look of this.” Jason was starting to agree. Hundreds of these statues were all facing the same way. Then…they heard it. The laughter…of a woman. <3>

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IceTe3a: He watched as Nadia drunk the entire bottle down, thirsty little thing she was; as she handed him the bottle he grabbed the empty bottles and leaned over to the river as he started to fill them up one by one he watched the fish swim by “Fresh food” he said smirking slightly at the thought “And if you don’t like fish there’s always I can’t believe it’s not chicken” as he gestured to the birds with a laugh. Filling up the last bottle he screwed the lid on tight and placed them all into the dry bag with a nod “That’ll do us for at least 4 days” his survival skills kicking in as he knew how much water was needed to last two people a day. Leaning back upright he glanced to Nadia who was now flicking through her father’s book, he followed her eyes as they both looked over to the Cyclopes statue “I don’t think I can go a second round with another mythical creature” he stated as he laid down onto his back the cool feel of the rocks below him touching his skin “If that Minotaur was real, what else could be real and waiting in the dark shadows?” as his mind raced through a short list of the Greek Mythical creatures he stopped thinking about it “Yeah fuck that!! There’s too many giant fire breathing un-killable Greek Mythical creatures for my liking” as he nodded softly “Indeed we are on the right path, Do you think we should go investigate the temple? See what it has in store for us?” pulling something out of the dry bag it was wrapped up in old newspaper as he unwrapped it to show two loafs of Vienna bread, some cold cut smoked meats, a small bottle of Olive oil and some Cyprus cheese. Pulling her to lay down next to him he rested the platter on his chest as he broke one of the loafs in half passing her a half of the Vienna he knew they should eat now while they were safe so they could get their energy up “Like this” Dante showed her how to eat the Vienna bread Greek style, as he pulled all the soft white dough out from the middle leaving a small amount on the inside and the crust almost like a bowl, he poured in a decent amount of Olive oil and dips a piece of the soft dough into the olive oil and pops it in his mouth “See? Just like that, than you take something else like a piece of cheese of meat and eat it” he smiled as he broke up the Cyprus cheese into smaller more manageable pieces, placing a piece in his mouth it was rich with flavour strong with a vintage taste to it, there was never anything subtle about Greek cheese or their food for that matter as everything they made was rich and full of flavour.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The young lawyer hadn’t meant to finish off a whole bottle by herself, but she was parched from the trip thus far. She casually tossed a glance at Dante’s backside as he went to refill the remaining water bottles so they had enough supplies to keep them going for a few days. The cavern temple was giving the pair something of a reprieve from the dangers they had encountered so far, and she had to agree it was a good idea to stop and refuel both with food and water. The broken statue of Cyclops didn’t look to be a threat – yet. In her tour of the temple so far, she had not wandered onto any pressure plates, nor had she touched anything, aside from Dante’s wounded forehead. It was safe to say that for the moment, they were okay, but it paid to be on her guard, just the same. When Dante said, he was not in a fit state to take on another mythical creature, she could hardly blame him. The Minotaur was the stuff of legends, and a fierce opponent for man or an immortal. The fact Dante made it across that narrow walkway which had now been destroyed, meant there was no going back that way. The only way to go, was via the temple. They were on the right path, and Nadia agreed that when they had concluded their rest that they go on through the temple, and see what lay within its walls. :: Over in the chamber of fallen warriors, the menacing sound of a woman’s laughter had all three men stiffen. One held up his rifle and swung it around, as the voice of the woman was now bouncing off the walls. “Zeus be praised, for he sends me new lovers.” There was an odd hissing sound, then a slithering that could be heard coming closer. Jason didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out just who the voice belonged too. “Medusa?” His voice almost a whisper as his second guard looked at him oddly. “That’s bullshit…she is a myth!” But his statement only brought the danger closer as the great snake reared up behind him. The beautiful head of a woman, whose hair was that of asps all hissing violently; smiled as she tapped him on the shoulder. “Boo!” The guard turned around and gazed up into the bewitching eyes of the Goddess Medusa. The veins in his skin thickened as his entire body started to stiffen and change to rock. The other two – Jason and the remaining guard started to run through the fleet of statues, the guard with the gun firing shots back willy nilly over his shoulder as the massive serpent spun round and gave chase. :: Back in Cyclops temple, Nadia was learning the finer things about Greek food, as Dante gave her a lesson on how to eat Vienna bread with olive oil, meat and cheese. She had to admit the fare was delicious and she took her fair share, lying back and munching contentedly. In the distance however, she heard gunfire. Sitting bolt upright, she cried out. “What the hell was that?’ <3>

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Black Betty – The Dixie Diaries : Death Club Role play.

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Role play Group : The Death Club 

The Dixie Diaries. 

Black Betty. 

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-Another cool morning, and again no Demetrios. Most likely gone to another secret meeting with Alexandros, or caught up with trying to rebuild his shattered dream; The Death Club. The garage was deathly quiet, and only the lingering smell of Demetrios’s cologne, to remind her that he had been there. Rubbing her slight tummy, she tossed back the covers and stretched. Now twelve weeks pregnant, Dixie was just starting to show, and on standing, she caught sight of herself in the long mirror on their closet door. Turning side on, she tilted her head, and then ran her hand over the smooth bump. Life. Dixie was going to be a Mum. So far, she had made it through the many mornings and nights, hugging the bowl of the toilet, throwing up anything that had upset her. Often coughing, she would come out, looking like death warmed up. To cap that off, she had also been quite lethargic, and not really wanting to roam around too far from the garage. Her usual long walks to the gardens were now a faded memory, and she knew she would need to snap out of her funk and get out again. 

With the dramas of the attack on the Death Club, Kraus being put in hospital by Dem and Alex, Inga’s outrageous behavior, and losing her best friend Mia; Dixie was finding herself becoming isolated from not only her friends, but also Demetrios, who always seemed to be ever busy. Tito was now too scared to even look at her, when she passed the tattoo shop, since Demetrios made it clear, that if he lay one hand on her, that he would be floating in the river. Taking up her cell phone, she scrolled through till she reached her parents phone number, and tapped her foot, wondering if she could call them. Surely it would be the right thing to do, but her Father’s temper was so great, that he may well fly over on the next plane, to drag her home. But to Dixie, this was home. The small garage behind the Tattoo shop. Talk of leaving it, for the large manor that Helena resided in, sounded exciting at first, but Dixie felt more comfortable here, since this place held so many memories. 

With all that had gone on, Dixie had been working towards applying to enter Prague College, to pick up with her art studies. Thankfully, through some of Demetrios’s contacts, she was able to gain a place in the upcoming semester for Art classes. Her passion for her drawings had never truly abated, so with the free time on her hands, and at least another six months till the baby was born, she needed something to fill her time. The Death Club, for now was out of the question, with the investigation teams still going over it, and the required works needed for the reconstruction of the front entrance and wall to take a few months. Demetrios was not a poor man, by any standards, but Dixie being fiercely independent when it came to paying her own way, had been selling portraits, to help make a few euro. With the art course, she hoped that in time, the young Australian may be able to open a gallery, though this was still a dream. 

On this morning however, Dixie was going to take the first steps towards the start of what she hoped would be a turning point in her life. With a bag full of her art supplies, and sketch books, she had arranged a taxi to pick her up and take her to the Prague College, where she had her first class at about ten am. Dressing in her tried and true black jeans, led zeppelin t’shirt , leather bomber jacket, and knee high lace up boots, she turned off the lights, and snatched up her bag, when she heard the sound of the car horn outside. 

The journey to the College, was only a good fifteen minutes cutting though the morning traffic, and Dixie quickly brushed up her hair and tied it into a ponytail, before checking her light make up in a small mirror from her bag. Dixie had lost a bit of weight from the stress and the weeks of not being able to hold food down, but this morning, she had a glow to her cheeks. Maybe this is what they had talked about in the magazines she had read in the clinic. Soon to be mothers having a natural glow about them. Could also have been from the chilly bite in the morning wind, either way Dixie put away her compact, happy enough with her appearance. On pulling up at the college, there was already a great many people swarming about, getting ready to go off to classes, and Dixie quickly took out a few Euros to pay the cab driver, before alighting out onto the footpath. She slung her backpack of supplies up on her back, and took a deep breath, holding it in and then on release saying to herself. “You can do this.” She was no stranger to meeting new people, as she had worked the Death Club bar and her parent’s pub for years. But something in her was oddly nervous. This wasn’t the rowdy crowd from the bar, and she knew no one. A light tug on her bag strap, and she was off, heading up the pathway, to find the notice board to show her to her first art class. 

A line up of people were at the board, and one girl in particular was making a lot of fuss, to get through to read the board first. Funnily enough, she spoke with a broad Australian accent. With a sharp black bob, that curled under, and sporting a brightly costume, that looked like she was ready for trick or treat. With striped stocking and lace up boots, she really stood out in the crowd. The dark haired girl reached the board finally, and was running her finger down the list of names for the fashion design course, and gave a wild whoop, before taking down the details of her class room. Stepping back, she then barreled straight into Dixie, not looking where she was going till it was too late. Thankfully, Dixie was sure footed, and didn’t fall back, reaching out to grab the girl before she took them both over. 

“Hey..watch where your grabbing!”- the girl blurted, before looking up and gasping as she took in Dixie’s face. “DIXIE…Oh my god!…What the hell are you doing here?” – Dixie blinked a few times, on sight of this girl, face to face. If it wasn’t the accent that gave her away, it was her eyes. 

“Betty?!” Dixie was happily surprised. This girl, Betty was her best friend in primary school right through to year ten. Both of the girls started squealing and jumping up and down, before hugging each other tight. The rest of those gathered around them all started to go about finding their classes, while the two girls continued to laugh and cry. In the middle of Prague, two old friends, had found each other. <3> 

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