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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 23:08:34 GMT -5
{I'm confused, is she character A or B? Character A is the one that lives in the nice house and stuff and then B is the gang memeber. Is that what you originally signed up for?}
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Post by cherry on Oct 28, 2016 23:11:26 GMT -5
{I'm confused, is she character A or B? Character A is the one that lives in the nice house and stuff and then B is the gang memeber. Is that what you originally signed up for?} Um. The gang member? Was that not clear in my starter?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 23:13:53 GMT -5
{Right, I guess I thought you said a page or two back you wanted A oops. I get guess with all of these Plots it got a bit mixed up}
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Post by cherry on Oct 28, 2016 23:17:39 GMT -5
That's alright! I did check, though. I did originally say Muse B. If you like, we can switch? I guess I don't mind too much. (Though I would prefer B!)
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Post by lordclover on Oct 28, 2016 23:24:51 GMT -5
✒ Annabelle was terrified. It was a tortuous feeling that made her feel every bit as weak as the doors that kept being kicked open, one by one. Her hand was shaking horribly, the sword swayed back and forth in time and it took both of her hands to steady it. Hearing the man telling her to come out only made it worse, she was practically quivering in her slippers. She hated it, absolutely hated it. She hated feeling useless in her own home, feeling powerless and worthless. She took in one long shaky breath to calm herself, reminding herself that the servants were safe. She had yet to hear a scream or shriek, all she heard was the clattering of smashing as they ransacked her house. She was surprised that none had found the office yet. She had hidden herself in a nook between a long banner and a column, doing her best not to have a panic attack. None of them came near her, but she had the sinking feeling they would find her soon. She needed the element of surprise, she needed to be in control of the situation. She heard a crashing sound as another door's lock gave way. She listened closely to the footsteps that followed, and was grateful it only sounded like one set. This was her chance. Slowly she slunk down the hallway towards the sound, her eyes narrowing in anger as she her fear slowly ebbed away to a minor thought. She perched outside of the doorway, her sword at the ready. The candlelight in the room would show her the man's shadow as he exited, and if she was lucky enough she should be able to surprise him and hopefully injure him enough that she had the upperhand. She'd need any help she could get. Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by Sherk on Oct 28, 2016 23:56:49 GMT -5
Ugh Royals: Arabella rubbed her head with the palm of her hand. It hurt beyond belief and she couldn't really see straight either. The place where they held her - which appeared to her to be a cave - looked lopsided and stretched out occasionally. She was flustered at the fact that she could not see quite correctly and prayed the moment would come soon when her vision would return to normal. She closed her eyes, hoping to rest and hopefully her vision would clear up as she did so. But that was before she heard the sound of boots echo in the cavern tunnel. She wanted to swear at whoever was coming to mind their own buisness but Arabella didn't find the strength in her to stand up and shout. Jube wandered up into Arabella's "room"(it was really more of a hole), "hello," he said, hooking his thumbs around his belt. They didn't bind their prisoners. Sure, maybe it would've been more secure to tie them up, but they were unarmed, unarmored, and there was a score of men in and around the cave. There was really no opportunity of escape. "How are you today?" Jube was such a butt.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 6:56:02 GMT -5
I Can Help
Catherine tilted her head as Chloe spoke of several names she was not familiar with. Hopefully she would soon though. Catherine needed protection as soon as she could get it. She turned around to face am expectant Riley. "Yes of course. Mayor Perry has been plotting recently with the head members of his gangs to take out the competition running for Senator. I haven't seen his plans written out, this is what I've heard. If you would like, I could possibly retrieve some of his plans." Catherine wasn't sure how in the world she would do that but she had to put something promising on the table. She figured that would be enough motivation, her life depended on it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 7:01:41 GMT -5
{ cherryNo keep Muse B, I guess since a lot of people have been wanting to be A I just assumed that's what you picked. Age wise...I'd say at least 16? My character will probably be 18. I'll post a starter when you see this}
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 29, 2016 7:03:32 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - Good Morning, Dutch - ROLEPLAY - Riley scribbled down some of what she said onto one of his ordering forms. He considered something for a few moments before he shook his head. "No, I won't make you go in." He muttered absently. He tapped the pen against the pad as he looked back up, leaning his hip against the bar as he thought of what to ask next withoug going overbounds. "Have you seen any of these men who are consorting with your father?" He asked as he jotted another few notes down. He returned his gaze to Catherine, but he stared past her, half listening and half lost in thought. -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 7:18:49 GMT -5
High Seas
It was still silence even after about twenty minutes of waiting. He could not hear any feet shuffling or material moving that signaled someone was hiding. To Asa, this was his twisted version of hide and seek. If you were caught, either one of two things happen: one, you were killed without another thought, or two, you were brought on the ship to be sold. Depending on how nice Asa was feeling that day one outcome would outweigh the other and it would be noticable to his crew. Today though, he didn't feel like taking people from their homes. He decided to mix it up a little and do both, along with leaving survivors who had to watch their friends and family be massacred. Asa was sick of waiting. He was never a patient man. No one ever dared say anything about it, unless they wanted a six foot, devishly handsome, pirate shooting them multiple times.
He sighed, fixing the hat upon his head so it was straight again before supporting his weight on his feet versus the wall he was leaning on. These people really were cowards. They didn't even try to fight for their home except for maybe the one man Asa had seen. However, in his opinion, that man was just plain stupid. How can you even think about killing the Captain of the entire mission single handedly? It was impossible. Though, Asa did not dwell on it, he had places to go. As soon as he found John he would tell him to take what men he can and loot the upper story.
Asa started walking out of the room, his boots the only sound that was made besides the muffled sound of his men stashing things in crates. Asa put his gun back in the holster, feeling as if no one was around and there would be no need for it as he walked through the bedroom doorway and into the hall.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 7:29:00 GMT -5
{Good morning gaster!}
Catherine bit her lip as she tried to recall what these men looked like. She had seen them a few times in her house. However, she was usually in her room as soon as she saw them enter through the door. She didn't want to be around them. Her fears of being taken away or even ***** would always come to mind. "Well, I do remember somewhat vaguely of their faces' appearance." Her eyes were clouded over in thought and her hand over her mouth as she was trying to get a clear picture of them. "One of them had always showed up wearing only one glove. He had brown eyes, very angular face, and a pointed nose. The other would always wear a purple tie with his suit. He had blue eyes and was a blonde. He had a moustache too, not a thick one, but very groomed if you know what I mean. Both men were maybe six feet?" She estimated their height, she wasn't for sure but it looked close to it. "Both were Caucasian by the way."
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 29, 2016 7:35:19 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - How did you sleep? It's 10.31pm here so i'l be of soon x3 - ROLEPLAY - Riley hummed in response as he jotted down the information. "That's perfect." He muttered, "I'll keep my eye out for them and let everyone in my gang to do the same." He looked back up at her and then reached under his bar. He pulled out a small pin that was similar to the one on his own collar. "So long as you're wearing this," He pushed it over to her. It looked very much like a wolf howling. "My people will know that you're affiliated with me, so no harm will come to you by them -" He looked at her seriously. "And at the same time, you'll know who you can trust." He picked up the notebook and was about to put it away when he paused again, thinking. "Did they have accents?" -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 7:54:27 GMT -5
{I didn't get much of it haha. I keep waking up early for some reason. Like 0600 or 0500 early}
Catherine took the pin, though she did not wear it yet. She could do that when she left. Whenever she was out in public she could wear it, you never know where these creeps could be hiding. But she was greatful for his generosity. Catherine had heard of different types of mobsters. The one she would come to respect the most would have to be the one that treats women politely and knows his boundaries. "Thank you. I will definitely keep an eye out for anyone with the pin." She turned it over in her hand, playing with it as she thought about his question. "They definitely sound like they're from Philly. No doubt about that one." She told him simply.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 29, 2016 8:04:48 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - That sucks :X I had to wake up early myself so - ROLEPLAY - "Perfetto," Riley responded in italian, emphasising his own accent that had been long since dulled from his time in America. He jotted the part about the accents down on his notebook before slipping it back into the pocket at the front of his apron. "Would you like a lift home? It's quite late out, and per our deal, I think it would be best for you to have an escort in this part of the city." -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 8:25:39 GMT -5
{I've been getting used to it so it's not a big deal}
Catherine didn't notice that Riley was Italian when she first saw him. Perhaps his accent has been worn by his time in this country versus Italy. It surprised her though, but now that she knew he did kind of look a little bit Italian. "Yes a ride would be nice. I don't feel like walking home at two in the morning in heels." Catherine told him. Heels were not her favorite shoes to wear but she had to look nice even in a speakeasy. She was the Mayor's daughter and had to give him good publicity.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Oct 29, 2016 8:30:09 GMT -5
"I am absolutely fabulous."
OOC CHATTER - last post. I've got s bit of a headache so I'm going to try to sleep. - ROLEPLAY - Riley nodded in response and took his apron off, moving over the the door that Chole had gone into earlier. In there he got his keys and left the apron in there before locking it behind him. "There's another way out through there," he explained, but we'll be going through the front door." He nodded towards it as he moved over to the till. He took the draw out and places it in the safe beneath, locking it with three different keys and a twist lock. "You ready to go?" -
"Knock 'em dead, darling."
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Post by cherry on Oct 29, 2016 9:23:38 GMT -5
That's fine! Understandings happen. )
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Post by Sherk on Oct 29, 2016 9:52:47 GMT -5
Ugh Royals: Arabella rubbed her head with the palm of her hand. It hurt beyond belief and she couldn't really see straight either. The place where they held her - which appeared to her to be a cave - looked lopsided and stretched out occasionally. She was flustered at the fact that she could not see quite correctly and prayed the moment would come soon when her vision would return to normal. She closed her eyes, hoping to rest and hopefully her vision would clear up as she did so. But that was before she heard the sound of boots echo in the cavern tunnel. She wanted to swear at whoever was coming to mind their own buisness but Arabella didn't find the strength in her to stand up and shout. Jube wandered up into Arabella's "room"(it was really more of a hole), "hello," he said, hooking his thumbs around his belt. They didn't bind their prisoners. Sure, maybe it would've been more secure to tie them up, but they were unarmed, unarmored, and there was a score of men in and around the cave. There was really no opportunity of escape. "How are you today?" Jube was such a butt.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 10:42:56 GMT -5
Arabella didn't look over at who was standing by her quarters until she heard them speak to her. It was that wretched person Jube. In Arabella's opinion, he should go fall in a hole and never come back but she did not say that. It wouldn't be wise to. "Oh I don't know, how do you think I'm doing?" Arabella had her voice filled with attitude. Her vision was slowly coming back to what it was, and she muttered under her breath, "[curse]hole..." It wasn't like Arabella to curse. She usually kept her temper under check but sometimes she got a bit too fired up. It was at times like these Arabella would rather be left alone...forever. She moved her hair out of her face and silently wished that Jube had heard what she said. He deserved to know the truth.
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Post by Sherk on Oct 29, 2016 11:27:41 GMT -5
"I don't know, you look positively sunshiny to me." Jube shrugged. He caught her comment, and his face twitched a little, an ugly look of anger crossing it. "Listen, lady." He growled, "you shut your mouth." Yeah, he was a "meanyface" to even his own followers. Doesn't mean he liked being called one. Or insulted ar all.
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Post by נσкσмαтσ on Oct 29, 2016 11:33:51 GMT -5
{ Could I claim Muse B in "The One Thing I Didn't Prepare For"?
Just as a warning, I tend to be busy weekdays and I haven't been participating at all on the forums for a month or so because of school. But I'd like to try to get back into things and I'm not sure if I'll be able to be very active weekdays, though I'll try for at least one post a day }
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 12:11:13 GMT -5
{Yep, you can claim Muse B. I'm not too worried about activity, just make sure you leave a reply or something once a week so I know you haven't died XD}
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 12:14:45 GMT -5
Arabella didn't look at him, she only stared at the wall opposite of her. Her arms crossed and legs out in front of her. She was tired of putting up with this guy's crap. "Why don't you make me then? But I guess no one told you the truth hurts." She retorted, her voice filled with venom. She did look up at him a moment, only to shoot him a glare. Although, he didn't even seem to be worth that either.
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Post by Sherk on Oct 29, 2016 13:25:59 GMT -5
Jube scowled at her, "I hope you remember that you are my prisoner. I could easily make you." He crossed his arms, glaring at her, "I'd just rather keep you alive for the time being." He tried looking threatening for once. "The moment your trouble outweighs a ransom...zing! you're gone." He'd probably be a little more threatening if he hadn't used the word zing. "Keep that in mind." He said, backing away and leaving her alone.
OOC: I might have someone else come by, then she overpowers them, takes their weapon, then meets up with Jube and has that fight. You cool with that?
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Post by lordclover on Oct 29, 2016 15:10:09 GMT -5
✒ Annabelle had waited ten long minutes, listening to the muffled sounds of the pirates walking across her house. None of them were running; they must've found everything they deemed worth their time. Annabelle had noticed that there were several paintings still on the wall that were worth a small fortune, but most of the decorative weapons her dad kept were gone. Of course, these pirates knew nothing about art, but knew the worth of a weapon. She had heard one heavy set of footsteps wrench open her father's office doors, the only way she could tell was of the scratching the door made opening. The doors were too large for their frame, but her father had refused to get a new pair since they were his father's office doors previously. It left a nasty mark on the floor, but the maids had gotten fairly good at finding ways to cover it up. The pirate that went in soon left however, probably only grabbing the materialistic goods in there and not thinking about the papers pilled up on his desk and the ones hidden in drawers. Truth be told if they did somehow find a way to open the bullet proof safe, they would only find papers, deeds to land and ships among them. Probably seemed worthless to them, after all why would a pirate need land? It'd be too complicated for them to sell it she supposed. That at least meant her father and her wouldn't be sent into debt after this, which was a relief. She was beginning to question her plan after the pirate in her father's office left, leaving her without something to keep her mind busy. She was a rather scrawny girl, at best she was 5'5", but that was with shoes on. She felt awfully small against all of the noise, fairly useless. Who was she to stop the pirates? By now the raid was almost over, if she did fight she wouldn't spare anyone's life. But this thought sent a surge anger through her and kept her rooted to the spot. It was a matter of principle. She wasn't going to hide when her servants were at risk, not even for a moment. So she waited as the shadow grew and grew and swung the sword as hard as she could when she saw the tip of the man's boots, not really aiming for anything but his torso. Template made by Gengar ♀
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 15:30:16 GMT -5
Thug Love:
Oh the park. The place Jacob did not enjoy passing through. What was so fun about being in itchy grass, sweaty runners passing by, and babies in strollers whining all the time? It was beyond Jacob why people enjoyed places like this. He himself prefered being away from crowds. An introvert, his few close friends called him. Jacob would not argue though, he new he was. People in general made him wary. He supposed the unexpected was what worried him the most. People were unpredictable, always have and always will be.
Jacob was on his phone as he walked through the park. It was the newest Samsung Galaxy out at the moment. His family could afford it so it worked out for Jacob. He was scrolling through his songs at the moment until he got to an Imagine Dragons song that he felt like listening to at the time. Jacob knew the words to most of his songs by heart already, he was a very music oriented person. He did sing after all, Jacob played the guitar too. His videos on YouTube got quite a few views and likes and he got a call from a record company once that offered to meet him, but Jacob didn't want to be a star. He hated being at family reunions, there was no way he was going to get up on a stage if his career took off.
His eyes were on the screen of his phone, and on doing so didn't notice where he was walking: straight into a girl. His cheeks went into a pinkish color out of embarrassment, and his green eyes were studying her to make sure he didn't accidently hurt her. Jacob wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose unless they were trying to hurt him first. It would be a big mistake for anyone to get in a fight with Jacob. He was over six feet tall and we'll toned. "I'm sorry! Didn't see you there." He apologized quickly
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Post by cherry on Oct 29, 2016 15:49:10 GMT -5
If Fia had been a bit more out of her head, she would've gotten knocked on her *ahem* butt. {How do you feel about cursing? No slurs, or even directed at a person. I just feel like a gang member would probably curse at least some.) All ninety pounds of her did trip up and skid a bit though. Honestly, couldn't these rich brats a least watch were they were going? Phones must really dumb down a guy's IQ -why else would they not ever pay attention? Add in the fact that many a meal was paid for by people losing them all the darn time. Honestly, she didn't even have to steal much in the summer. People have less pockets and leave the expensive tech lying around constantly...
Anyway. She didn't intend to steal from this guy. At 17, she was far past pick pocketing unless desperate. Fia had never like stealing anyway, even from people who could afford it. Morally she felt better transferring numbers from behind a screen and tipping the scales. Robbing the rich to feed the poor was a lot easier when you worked with numbers instead of faces. She'd always had an affinity for them...
Or rather a lack of affinity for people. It seemed like they were always angry, or sad, or upset in one way or another, and Fia was usually one to garner a less-than-pleasant reaction, with words or actions, usually unintentionally. If she could avoid people for the rest of her life, she probably would. They made her heat up and get skittish regularly, showing in nervous ticks and shaking fingers.
Pulling a bit of swagger and courage, she answered his apology with, "If you don't watch where you're going, I might have to take your fancy phone."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 15:49:45 GMT -5
High Seas
Asa thought he was in the clear until he felt the blow of a metal object hit his torso, leading him to stumble a few steps to the side. He wasn't hit hard, but he was scratched, a scratch that was starting to bleed too. Who dared to do this to him? They would surely pay with their life now, and in the most inhuman way possible. The cut stung but it didn't keep Asa from standing up straight. He raised his gun with such speed he didn't even see it move. He found the sights aimed on a girl. A scrawny short one too. She was holding the sword that had hit him, he knew since she was the only one around. Asa did not shoot her immediately however, he decided to be a bit creative. He moved forward quickly to reach her and in one movement unarmed her. The sword was in his hand now and she was left powerless. It amused him though, how weak she was.
"You probably felt proud of yourself a moment ago, but I assure you that I won't leave you feeling that way for long." Asa told her, his voice filled with venom and his eyes full of a hunger for blood. He even smiled. A cruel smile that revealed his white teeth, a smile that was too nice for a person such as Asa. He took the sword in one hand and flicked it across her cheek, cutting through the flesh and letting blood trickle out. Asa held onto the sword but he wouldn't use it for his next 'trick'. His gun was put away punched her hard across the face,"I hope you don't think you had enough yet. No one fights against the captain!" He told her as she fell to the floor from his blow. This was his entertainment. Asa didn't care if she was in one piece of twenty he just wanted her dead.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 16:03:08 GMT -5
Thug Love
Jacob pocketed his phone in his jeans and brushed off his jacket from any dirt that could have gotten on it. His mother would be disappointed if his eighty dollar jacket got dirtied. That would mean driving over to the cleaners on top of their already busy schedule. The money would probably end up coming out of Jacob's pocket too. Which wasn't exactly something he wanted. Jacob had his own money too yes, and a lot of it, but he was saving up for new sound equipment. His parents told him that he can buy his own entertainment things. Although to Jacob it wasn't just entertainment. He was falling into a pensive mood before he remembered where he was.
Jacob looked down at the girl, she seemed to have quite a bit of anger within her eyes but it didn't show on her face. It actually intimidated Jacob a little, he ran a hand over his blonde hair. He usually kept it short, just long enough to part it or put gel in it but not much longer than that. He hated having long hair, he worked on his hair enough as it is. Plus, Jacob didn't think guys should have long hair. On girls that was different but with men...no. He was pretty traditional in that way.
"I said I was sorry." Jacob didn't meet her gaze. He kept his hand on the back of his head before brining it down and held it out to her to shake. "I'm Jacob by the way." He figured it would be best to just introduce himself, maybe it would calm her down some.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 16:41:21 GMT -5
Jube scowled at her, "I hope you remember that you are my prisoner. I could easily make you." He crossed his arms, glaring at her, "I'd just rather keep you alive for the time being." He tried looking threatening for once. "The moment your trouble outweighs a ransom...zing! you're gone." He'd probably be a little more threatening if he hadn't used the word zing. "Keep that in mind." He said, backing away and leaving her alone. OOC: I might have someone else come by, then she overpowers them, takes their weapon, then meets up with Jube and has that fight. You cool with that? {Yep that's fine} As soon as he left Arabella mimicked him to herself with an annoying voice. Words wouldn't begin to describe how much he despised him. She was just overjoyed when he did leave though. He was getting on her last nerve and she was about to snap. And no, not with her fingers. She wasn't worried about his threat though, she figured she would be fine. Arabella had usually left places alive. The thought made her smile though, of course she made it out alive every time. But unscathed? Impossible
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