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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 22:07:27 GMT -5
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All I ask is that you're literate and descriptive and you type at least 15 lines. Thanks!
{Note: This is a one on one, but that does not mean it is private! I can always create duplicates. ;3}Genres: Action, Gang, Romance. Plot: My guy is an infamous leader of a gang called the Crows. He was known to lead many successful missions like raiding banks to full on fighting against other gangs. The Crows are highly feared, and nobody even dared to step outside at night. My guy, know to the gang as Talon, runs into your girl, who is also a part of his gang. Your girl is a highly respected member, living with the high ranks. Tonight, my guy seems...off. His face is void of expression, and he continued on past her. My guy is severely injured due to a large and rather deep stab wound, but it wasn't obvious. He was coming back from a recent fight, and on his way to the abandoned apartment he claimed as his own. The two of them get along well, and so she worries about him a lot. Talon hates showing weakness, but your girl follows him back anyway out of curiosity. She sees his wounds, and offers to help. The two develop a bond as they run from the police. However, one night when your girl is is deep trouble being surrounded by the police, my guy risks everything to help. How will that play out? Will one of them get caught? Or will they be free for another day?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 23:16:25 GMT -5
(Hello again! I'm very interested in this plot, but if you'd rather roleplay with someone new, I totally get it. I have a totally kick-butt gal waiting to be used, and I think this plot could really amplify her personality.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 23:24:58 GMT -5
{Hey! You can totally RP here! I haven't gotten anyone else, sadly. Sorry about the other RP, I'll go back to that one as well! I was just so busy with college that I couldn't RP for a while. Mainly my four page paper ;^;. Do you want me to start?}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 23:31:33 GMT -5
(Oh goodness, my friend, there's no need to apologize! As a college student myself, I totally understand. And yes, if you could please start us off, I'd like to get a feel of the setting.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 0:27:07 GMT -5
It was one in the morning when Talon found himself in a rather uneasy situation. He had decided to walk the streets alone tonight when two members from his rival gang, the Cats, had noticed him. One came up from behind and stabbed him while the other shoved him to the wall with a great amount of force. Now Talon was the leader of a gang called the Crows, one of the most feared gangs in the city. Messing with him was like an encounter with death itself, if you could live to tell the tale. The one who was pinning him to the wall pulled out a dagger, and Talon whirled around, pulling out a knife and slicing the guy before he got a chance to do anything. The guy immediately collapsed to the ground, and Talon smirked. He seemed unfazed from the stab wound...for now anyway. All the adrenaline running through his veins had blocked out the pain, and so he made the best out of it by getting his revenge. The first guy who had stabbed him ran at him once more, but Talon ended it in one swift move.
However, after wiping his knife off, he noticed he had some blood on his hand. Looking down, he saw that the first guy had managed to get a large deep wound diagonally across almost his entire chest. Walking away from the scene and back toward his apartment, he stuffed the blade back into the hidden pocket of his black hoodie. Face twisting into a frown, he clenched his fist and headed away from the messy scene until it was out of sight. Talon was his gang name of course, not wanting to reveal his real name to anyone. Only a select few knew, the ones he was close to and trusted. Sebastian Black was his real name, but he hadn't used it in what seemed like forever. It was almost like that name didn't have a purpose anymore. The old Sebastian Black was gone, replaced by the fierce leader Talon.
Making his way through alleys and shadows, he turned a corner, making it to where the gang usually met. It was empty at that time, everyone else had gone off somewhere for the night, doing their own things, whatever they were. In the dim light you could make out his face, which was usually hidden under his hood. This time, he had his hood down, letting the breeze flow through his messy jet black hair. He always had this energy surrounding him, like 'Hey, you don't wanna mess with this guy' kind of thing. Tonight on the other hand, it was gone. He was exhausted already from everything else, but the blood loss just made it worse. The pain had started to hit him hard earlier, but he tried hard not to show the pain to the others. Leaders didn't need to show weakness, they needed to be strong and confident. He just had to make it to the abandon apartment he claimed as his home, then he could bandage it and clean it properly. Walking through the usual meet-up place with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he continued walking along and turned into another alley.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 0:38:18 GMT -5
"The hell's wrong with you?" Came a droll voice from the shadows, a figure outlined by pale moonlight. Sharp, pale-blue eyes cut through the air like daggers, bare lips quirking with a faint smirk of confidence. Arm crossed over a chest, arms unusually lithe ans strong for a female. Fingerless leather gloves lowered, thumbs tucking into pockets and thick, black leather boots uncrossing at the ankles. Ice was her 'code name,' per se, and no one knew of her real name - not even Talon himself. Every time he asked, he always got a snark Susan, or even an even snarker Claire.
As of now, Ice wore a pair of black skinny jeans, tattered from fights and hard training. Her curves were strong, accented by the snug sports tank, her black bra visible at the top. Her eyes were outlined with black eyeliner, her hair such a pale blonde it appeared white in the moon. All of this came into gradual view as she pushed from the shadows, waltzing over to her leader with surpring grace, considering a knife holster was strapped around her left thigh, holding two daggers, a gun was sheathed on both ankles, and there was probably more hidden along her person.
"You look like death," Was the next blunt line, one brow arching quizzically, scanning Talon up and down. However, it was dark, and the blood matched in with shadows. "Did you get into a cat fight?" Ice asked drolly, her icey blue eyes sharp with intelligence and wit. Of course, this intelligence was the knowledge of how many time she could kill a man with her bare hands, but knowledge was knowledge. "Honestly, mate," She gave a huff of reluctant admiration, "You need to calm yourself." Her faint Scottish accent rolled off her tongue like marbles, making her words seem deeper.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 2:32:51 GMT -5
"There's plenty of things wrong with me. Which one is it now?" A deep voice lined with exhaustion spoke out to a trusted member of his gang, Ice. His dark blue eyes that almost appeared black made its way over to Ice, who happened to be standing in the shadows. He ran his hand through his hair and smirked at her ever so slightly as a cool breeze passed between them. Talon stopped in front of her, glancing her up and down. Noticing her attire and visible weapons, a low chuckle rose from his throat. She was the only one daring enough to keep her weapons visible. Not even Talon would, as it was very risky. He couldn't afford any more trouble. As soon as it came though, it was gone. The grin on his face had turned into its usual frown, but this time it seemed slightly different.
"I always look like death. Is today any different?" Talon stated with a shrug. "I'm just exhausted. It's been a long day. And yes, I ran into some Cats. Managed to come up from behind and attack me, but it wasn't a big deal. I took care of them no problem." He replied, his footsteps echoing through the alley, stopping beside her. "Heh, calm myself? More like they need to calm themselves. I didn't do nothin' to them. They had it comin'." Talon commented as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Go get some rest now, tomorrow's a big night. We're gonna go on a huge raid. It can't hurt to prepare." Talon reminded her and let his hand fall to his side. Leaving her in the cold and empty night, he sighed to himself. He couldn't keep up the tough act forever, and he held his hoodie to his wound. Nobody was free from pain, especially not him as he had to deal with wounds all the time. Ranging from broken bones to multiple gunshots, he had his share of near death experiences. He just didn't want people worrying about him. Talon didn't want to be a burden to anyone, especially Ice. They've both gone through their own rough times, and he didn't want her to carry any extra weight on her shoulders. He had to admit though, he did like her. They got along well. He just...never got the chance to say anything.
A couple minutes later, he arrived at his doorstep. Opening the door, he stepped inside and immediately took his hoodie and shirt off before shutting the door. Yelling a string of curses to himself, he threw the bloody clothes towards his room. Tch, it was worse than he thought as he felt all the blood. The one on his back was nothing major, but the one across his chest was serious. If it wasn't treated right he could bleed out. The pain had felt like it was burning him, leaving him to suffer. He almost blacked out as he rested his hand on Ice, which would have been really bad. He trusted her to take care of him, but he would have hated himself for being weak. Leaders needed to be strong, and that was it. If they were weak at all, they didn't fit the position according to him. He was a bit harsh on himself, a habit he adapted from his parents.
Grabbing a towel and a first-aid kit he had sitting on his kitchen table, he popped it open and got to work trying to clean his wound. He started with the towel, carefully trying to wipe as much blood off as he could without hurting himself. Judging by the wound, he needed stitches to keep it closed. And with nobody here to help him with it, he was prepared to do it himself. Staring at himself in the mirror, he could see all his scars. There were too many to count and he looked away, not wanting to be reminded. Putting himself to work once more he gathered all the needed supplies, setting them on the table.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 9:34:01 GMT -5
Ice had replied with her usual responce - silence. Cold, sharp silence that made her strange title seems appropriate for her lovely figure. When Talons hand touched her shoulder, she stiffened, her eyes icing over with instinctual defense. Dislike of being touched was Ice's weakness, her trigger point - she could handle any taunt, but as soon as someone touched her in a mocking or violent way, she would slit their throat without a second thought or an ounce of regret. However, Talon was her trusted leader, and she appreciated him for his leadership skills.
As Talon brushed past her, she turned to follow him with shockingly pale blue eyes, narrowed slightly. She was moving before she registered it, melting into shadows despite her pale skin and hair. The only hint she was there - the slight hhushhhhh of her leather holster against her jeans, her steps silent. Her body naturally bent together with shadows, slinking silently through them like a starving tigress with her eyes on an injured gazelle. At one point, Ice crouched low to the ground in the deep shadows, lost in the darkness, as Talon turned a corner and vanished. A hand on one of her signature daggers, with the ridged edges, she followed, slinking around the corner with the sleuth of an assassin and the grace of a dancer.
As Talon stripped off his shirt, Ice had dashed forwards, slipping into the apartment and slinking into shadows once more, invisible for the time being. Keeping her breath slowly and deep, quiet, she watched him with narrowed eyes. When he grabbed the emergency first aid kit himself, her eyes narrowed more, her jaw clenching slightly with mild anger. She, in her early teens, had been trained by a nurse to deal with stitches and the likes. Knowing that Talon was dealing with it himself, her heart pounded with intense pressure. Finally, she couldnt take it anymore.
"You bloody idiot," her voice was sharper than knives, her body slipping from the shadows like water over stones. She pulled her white-blonde hair back, tying it with a band around her wrist. "You're using the wrong needle, and you didnt clean the wound properly," She hissed vehemently, pulling the needle and thread from his hand and dropping it on the counter. "Honestly, Talon, you know I can do this faster and easier. What the bloody hell were you thinking, lad?" Her scottish accent rolled off her tongue passionately, thicker with her anger as she tossed a towel to the side, subbing a few tissues. Pouring some alcohol on it, she pressed it against the wound with a sharp "It stings."
After a few moment, she pulled away, the tissues stained red. She got to work - washing her hands thoroughly first in the kitchen sink. She straddled a chair backwards, snipping off another piece of medical thread and dipping it in the anti-bacterial soak before threading it through a different needle - a curved one. Dipping the needle itself into the soak, she waited a few minutes, dangerously sharp eyes resting on Talon with impatience and disbelief. "That's a bad idea, to stitch it while you sit up," She said bluntly, motioning for him to lay across the table, setting the supples down on the floor. She waited impatiently, her eyes viscious and a scowl on her pale pink lips.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 14:34:14 GMT -5
Upon hearing that he was a bloody idiot, he shook his head. "Hey, I just don't wanna bother anyone." Talon shrugged his shoulders. "I hate when people worry about me. It's best if nobody knows about the trouble I find myself getting into." He added in a serious voice before changing the subject. "Those Cats are annoying as heII. To think that I took a critical hit from two nobodies is pathetic." He grumbled, letting her fix up his wounds. The burning sensation turned into stinging as he felt the alcohol. He inhaled sharply and winced, the only thing he could do at the moment. "I know you're far more experienced with this kind of stuff, but..." He told her through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed. "I should take responsibility for my reckless actions by taking care of myself. Relying on others is foolish for a leader. I should be tending to others instead." He added, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. He released his tight grip with a sigh, deciding it was best not to talk for the moment.
Talon watched her hands as they moved swiftly and efficiently. He had to admit he was slightly jealous, wanting to learn how to treat wounds properly. She had helped him more times than he could remember, and yet he hadn't gotten a chance to repay her. He was surprised he was still alive and not caught by the police. He had a large reward on him for his capture, knowing full well he would get the death sentence. He carried the weight of many souls that were lost, including Cats and police officers. Although they were all in self-defense, nobody understood. They assumed he was the 'bad guy', but he really wasn't. He would have been a normal civilian if he hadn't ran into the Crows. Slowly rising to the top of the ranks, he eventually became the king. Not a ruthless dictator, like some previous leaders had been, but a king. He had learned where all the vital points were, how to take lives without hesitation in one move, and self-defense. He was the perfect leader, although reckless and 'a bloody idiot' as Ice always told him.
Talon did as instructed and laid down across the table, arms and legs hanging off, too tall for the table. He stood at six feet tall with an athletic build. He was very menacing when he was pIssed off, standing tall with his deep dark blue eyes staring you down. He was definitely one to be feared by everyone else. His gang was his family now, planning to lead them on successful raids until he was gone. Staring up at Ice, he snapped back into the present. "Hey, Ice. Thanks for this. I don't think I've ever gotten a chance to say it, but thanks. I'll have to repay you for all of this sometime." He promised her, feeling his vision start to fade slightly like he was going to black out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 14:47:38 GMT -5
Ice's eye flitted towards him, narrowing with hostile anger. "We would be more worried if you bleed out in some strange ally - more worried if we see your stitches done wrong, infected. Think, you bloody lunatic; we would all worry less if you got what you needed." Her words were harsh, snapping at him coldly. She examined the needle before setting it back into the anti-bacterial wash, leaving it for a few moments. She snorted at his next line, rolling her near-impossibly pale blue eyes and glaring at him once more.
"Take care of yourself, mate? I think not! A sewing needle in place of a stitching - binding yourself back up using a mirror and sitting up! Talon, you may be a great leader with many talents, but healing is not one of them." She snarled, but there was an undercurrent of worry behind the rage - there always was, when it came to this man getting hurt. She had to admit to herself - she had a grudging admiration for this man, even if he got himself into so much trouble. Ice often found herself forcing him down, making him take the treatments she came up with to heal wounds and set bones back into place. She was the unofficial 'nurse' of the gang, fixing stab wounds and stitching bullet cavities.
Ice watched him carefully as he lay down on the table, keeping a steady hand on his arm in case he toppled. Once he was situated, she withdrew the needle and medical thread, her eyes harsh and angry, her jaw set. "At least come to me, Lad, when you're hurt so badly. This has a chance of infection if you do something even mildly wrong." And with that, she gave a sharp warning before flawlessly pulling the first stitch quickly, gently pinching the wound shut. However, once Ice noticed her leader was starting to loose it, she set the needle down and grabbed a glass of ice water.
She dumped it unceremoniously across his forehead, knowing that would keep him away. Many nerve endings were behind ears, and the cold would jump-start his mind. When his eyes flew open, she tossed the paper cup over her shoulder, slipping back on the latex glove. Tying off the first stitch, she moved onto the second. The third. The fourth - and so on and so forth. "You need to stay awake! I know it hurts, but it's dangerous if you slip away now."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 15:33:56 GMT -5
"Heh, that wouldn't happen that easily." Talon smirked, his usual self coming back to him. He could feel her harsh glare as she stared him down until he got the message. "Alright, I get it. I just don't want to work you too hard. You need some energy for the raid tomorrow night, otherwise we won't be able to pull through without our nurse. Don't get me wrong, I know you won't do anything as foolish as me, I just want you to rest up properly. Nobody should have to worry about me, I'll be ok. That's a promise." He gave her a thumbs up, letting her know he was gonna be fine. Although, in the back of his mind, he was afraid something bad was going to happen, and everything was going to take a turn for the worse. He couldn't stay hidden forever, and neither could anyone else. But as far as he was concerned, the Crows lived on, flying high in the sky. If he wasn't around any longer, someone else would take up that position.
"Next time, I'll tell you if I need help. I'll come to you first, but you'd better not worry about me. I'll be fine, no matter what happens, alright?" He reassured her, bracing for the stitches. The pain was gradually fading, but the world around him was spinning. He felt nauseous, and the corners of his vision were black. When he felt the ice water being poured on his forehead, he sat up immediately, heart racing from the sudden shock of the ice cold water. His hands were behind him on the table for support as he sat up, staring directly at her. "You could have given me a warning, you know. That's freakin' cold!" He groaned, lying back down slowly. He was wide awake and alert once more, although reluctantly. His heartbeat had returned to normal and he ran his hand through his hair, regaining his composure.
"Hope I didn't cause it to start bleeding again. I know the wound on my back is, but that wasn't nearly as bad." He let out his breath, staring up at the ceiling. It was probably close to three in the morning at that point, and he was still exhausted. "I'm so tired, I just wanna sleep or pass out, whichever comes first." He yawned, but remained awake. "Promise me you'll go to sleep immediately afterwards. You can even crash in the my room, I don't mind." Talon stated, though it was more of a command. He was worried for her as well, but he couldn't help it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 16:55:37 GMT -5
Ice couldn't help it - she snickered as he complained about the ice water. "If I told you, it wouldn't have worked," she said after her muffled snickers ended. "The wound is fine - no more bleeding. Just keep still, it's going to hurt more that you're awake." She pushed the needle through his skin again, tying of the sixth stitch and slipping it, moving onwards with the nylon chord doctors used as thread. Seven. Eight.
"Look at you, worried about lil' ol' me. Don't you fret, I'll be fine. The heist will pull off, we'll have the diamonds, and the Crows will be able to take over the rest of the area from the Cats." Ice pushed the needle through again, making sure to tie it securely and snip it cleanly. She remained silent as she gave him a few last stitches, before standing up and stripping off the red-blotched gloves to put ointment on the wound without the nylon of the thread and rubber of the gloves catching onto each other. Opening the jar of pungent salve, she gently dabbed some all along the wound with a surprisingly soft touch for someone with such cold eyes.
"I'll take care of your back after you stand up. It'll be easier," Ice said, her voice sharp and authoritive as she dabbed a little bit of painkiller salve onto each stitch. "As for you room, you need to use it. Your back needs to align properly for this stitches not to pull, and that requires a bed." Stripping a roll of medical tape from its package, Ice's eyes were dangerously sharp - not a force to be messed with, for the time being. Quickly tearing five or six wide strip of gauze from the thick roll, she lined it up against the wound before taping it down carefully, making sure it won't fall loose durring the night. "Come on - time to stand. You can lean against the table, if need be."
After helping Talon stand, having him lean against the table, she dabbed ointment onto the wound on his back. It didnt need stitches or special treatment - just rest. Taping a layer of gauze over the wound, Ice then stood next to him, a surpringly strong hand under his arm to help him along. "To your room. I'll stay in the sitting room - no big deal."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 2:08:45 GMT -5
(Hey, is this RP dead? If it is, no worries, I just wanna know.)
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