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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 16:50:05 GMT -5
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, Ciminal, Gang, Possible Romance.
Plot:
My guy is known as a criminal for murder and theft. He has taken lives of some reckless gang members, who threatened him. And because of that he became a runaway, living off of stolen money from others and stuff. We start the RP one day when he has a run in with the police, and he gets shot but manages to escape. Soon after, he runs into your girl. Now your girl isn't just any girl, she's the leader of a gang from which my guy has killed some valuable members. Walking past her without recognizing her, he continues on in obvious pain. Your girl, not being one to take deaths in her gang lightly, decides to get a little revenge. At this point, we can just see where the RP takes us!
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 16:55:53 GMT -5
(Oh lordy... I need, lol. What would be the age range for this, I would plan on making my female at least 21 for her to be legit)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 16:59:49 GMT -5
{Yeah! 21 would be a perfect age for this. And I already have a starter ready so I'll post that in a second!}
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 17:00:32 GMT -5
(Thank you very much, this looks really good, I have a lovely female that could fit into this role)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 17:12:37 GMT -5
{Ah, thanks! And I'm excited to see how this unfolds!}
The night went on as usual; a sudden winter breeze, the occasional sound of an engine as a car passed by, and last but not least, sirens. You wouldn't expect that upon just moving to the city, but if you lived there for a while it was normal. Many things happened in that city. From gangs to lone criminals, things got pretty bad. You'd be crazy to live there, and sure enough, Sebastian was. He had a rough life to begin with, so he felt he fit right in if that was even possible. His parents had constantly beat him, until he finally snapped and got his revenge. Not able to turn back now, he continued to live as a criminal, stealing whatever and wherever he could. Sometimes he would also have a run in with some gang members, but it usually ended badly...for the gang members anyway. He usually always got out with horrible looking wounds, but he managed with his life. If you felt threatened and feared for your life, what else could you do? Sit back and wait for it to be over? Not for Sebastian. He wasn't gonna go without a fight.
The usual quiet was quickly interrupted by some sirens and flashing lights that could make a person go blind. Sebastian clicked his tongue with a 'tch' and took off into the nearest alley, pulling his hood up over his messy black hair and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and the freezing air appeared like smoke every time he exhaled. This was just the beginning however. The big chase usually ended with a close call each time. It seemed they were almost able to outsmart him when he suddenly seemed to vanish from their sight, never to be seen again that night. Tonight however, they had already thought ahead. One squad car was waiting on the other side of the alley, cutting off most of his escape routes. Before he was able to turn back and run down the new street, two gunshots ripped through the silence. He hadn't noticed the cops yelling at him to remain where he was and get on the ground with his hands behind his back, instead greeted with a sharp pain in his upper chest. The other bullet whizzed past his ear and shattered some glass from a store window behind him. Feeling the need to get away, Sebastian whipped around and dashed in the opposite direction that the car had been facing, leaping into the comforting darkness of an alley. He ran through the maze of the alleyways, going from one side of town and ending up on the other side. With time to spare before the cops arrived, he climbed onto the dumpster and made his way up to the roof of the one-story building, heart pounding against his chest. Sebastian collapsed at the top, staring at the sky full of stars. Pressing his hand against the pain, he glanced down at it to see his hand covered in crimson liquid. Shutting his eyes tightly, he waited for his heartbeat to slow to normal and listened for the cops, knowing they would probably search the entire area since those cops never seemed to miss a beat.
Sometime later, Sebastian sat up quickly, gasping for breath. He hadn't realized he had passed out, causing a displeased grunt as he moved his hand to his head. He was still on the roof, he had just blacked out for some time. It was still dark, so he hadn't been out for long. Possibly just enough time to let the police pass. Sebastian kept one hand on his wound at all times as he stood up and jumped off the side of the building, since he had learned that applying pressure to wounds was good to at least try and stop the continuous bleeding. Sebastian landed and stood up, feeling drowsy as he attempted to make his way to his 'house'. Stumbling with his steps and practically tripping over himself every five seconds, he eventually made it a good distance, turning the corner to yet another dark pass between some buildings. This was gang territory he knew, which was risky, but he was about to end up on the sidewalk and cross the street towards safety. He made it out onto the sidewalk without a problem and let out a small sigh of relief, turning the corner and staying in the shadows, glancing at his reflection from the glass window of a store beside him.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 20, 2016 17:49:41 GMT -5
@reaper
Marie Jackson wasn't one to be ignored. She had started at her lowest possible point before rising to where she was now. Daddy hadn't been the nicest man when she was growing up. When she was four, her mom left, which left her along with an abusive drunk for at least ten more years. All that time, she had endured more than a girl would ever be able to handle. But did she give up and cry in the corners of her sparse room? No. She never dared cry in front of anyone, including herself. She would glare at herself in the mirror and punch it until her knuckles were bloody, and her anger had subsided for at least a good moment or two. Of course she dealt out justice when her daddy crossed the line once more when she was sixteen. She even had some help to do it. Since then, she had clawed and fought to reach her way to the top of the gang ranks. Of course she was going to make them all pay for what they had done to her.
She had been walking down an alley, not at all afraid of the sirens of the police. She was above the law. She knew exactly what buttons to push in order to get what she wanted. There were always ways for her to keep the police off of her back. A part of her was caught off guard when a man came running through. She knew that face anywhere. It matched the descriptions that her dying subordinates would tell her.
She never forgot those words. But she realized that he didn't even so much as look to her.
Of course that wasn't going to fly.
She pursued him for God knows how long, and smirked a little as she soon heard running once more. Now, she proceeded to stalk him some more when she was hearing him run down and around an alley corner. She narrowed her brown eyes before she smirked slowly. She smiled slowly before she soon ran a hand through her hair.
"So..." She cleared her throat before she smirked a little more before she walked out of the shadows as she appeared behind the man. "Care to explain yourself? I bet you're looking for some fun."
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