sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 10, 2016 2:21:22 GMT -5
Heyo cx
Wassup?
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 10, 2016 2:31:22 GMT -5
Infuriated, Quinn whirled around and tried to hide her expression. How dare fate throw someone like that at her! The area directly near her cooled down quite a bit, but she didn't seem to notice until a chill hit her. Reluctantly the girl calmed down, taking a deep breath. Even if fate told her she was destined to fall in love with a stuck up rich boy, there was a lot she could do to avoid that. Who said destiny had to be the reality? Still, she figured it could do her some good to follow him. Steal the nice looking necklace he had purchased - it was such an easy mark, and maybe find a way to make his life as awful as possible. It occurred briefly to Quinn that she was only having such thoughts because she wanted to protest against what she knew to be true, but she didn't entirely care why she wanted to annoy him. Enough people like him had made her life miserable for twenty years that it made sense.
Still, Quinn couldn't shake the way he'd looked at her, like he was truly interested. Mind made up, Quinn trailed the two from closely behind, waiting ten minutes before she edged closer and grasped the necklace lightly. She pulled it away and slipped in the other direction, knowing there was no possible way the man would already notice it was missing. She'd perfected her art long ago - but mistakes still happened now and then.
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sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 10, 2016 4:44:51 GMT -5
While the acrobats were intriguing to watch, Ike found that he was more concerned with that girl. He nibbled his bottom lip in thought. The air around him seemed to heat up a degree or two and before it became too obvious, he calmed his buzzing nerves.
Malcolm was watching with a broad grin, a girl did a double flip and landed with a cartwheel, then sent Malcolm a wink. Ike was sure he saw red on Malcolm's neck as the tall man grinned back.
In a second, he felt the slightest tug, and it was slight indeed. If he were any other man, he would not have noticed, but Ike was not any other man. His hand struck like a viper, gripping at the small wrist which was inches from his pocket. His head turned and he looked at the girl. His lip rose in a snarl.
"I knew there was a reason you bothered me," he growled, but his voice was low as to not disturb those around. His grip on her wrist heated, his hand hot but not clammy. "Do you have any idea who you just tried to steal from, thief?" He spat the word as though it was venom on his tongue.
His pupils seemed to flame, but maybe it was just the sun reflecting on them.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 10, 2016 4:56:50 GMT -5
I'm playing skyblock on minecraft x3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 8:22:31 GMT -5
(Hi, sorry I haven't jumped in yet. Do you want me to make a character first of do you want me to jump in wherever?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 12:18:19 GMT -5
(Okay!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 12:33:15 GMT -5
I'm on central time, how about you?)
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sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 11, 2016 1:23:59 GMT -5
I thought we were just doing one x ones o3o I mean, you can jump in if you would like, but I woulda made it a more open plot if I had known ^^' Sorry
And I'm in Australia - that is why my timezone is so crazy compared to yours lol.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 11, 2016 1:27:22 GMT -5
Hey, sorry for not replying, I've been busy.
If it's not to much trouble could you send my last post as well with your reply?
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sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 11, 2016 1:47:40 GMT -5
On the forums, or via email? o3o
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Post by CrackedSkel on Aug 11, 2016 2:19:37 GMT -5
Email please. Sorry o just had to fast walk 6 blocks in the rain.
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sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 11, 2016 3:11:48 GMT -5
No problem, I am poofy as I have to write an essay. At least it is one where I got to choose the subject. (I chose the effects of thalidomide on the people and the medical industry o3o)
I sent the email, though.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2016 8:14:00 GMT -5
oh, wow I feel dumb. I just realized they were one x one sorry!
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sarah
Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 12, 2016 1:57:11 GMT -5
Hey, no worries! ^^
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Post by strider on Aug 12, 2016 15:20:39 GMT -5
While the acrobats were intriguing to watch, Ike found that he was more concerned with that girl. He nibbled his bottom lip in thought. The air around him seemed to heat up a degree or two and before it became too obvious, he calmed his buzzing nerves. Malcolm was watching with a broad grin, a girl did a double flip and landed with a cartwheel, then sent Malcolm a wink. Ike was sure he saw red on Malcolm's neck as the tall man grinned back. In a second, he felt the slightest tug, and it was slight indeed. If he were any other man, he would not have noticed, but Ike was not any other man. His hand struck like a viper, gripping at the small wrist which was inches from his pocket. His head turned and he looked at the girl. His lip rose in a snarl. "I knew there was a reason you bothered me," he growled, but his voice was low as to not disturb those around. His grip on her wrist heated, his hand hot but not clammy. "Do you have any idea who you just tried to steal from, thief?" He spat the word as though it was venom on his tongue. His pupils seemed to flame, but maybe it was just the sun reflecting on them. Quinn backed away a few steps, tugging at her arm. "I suppose you're going to tell me, aren't you?" she spat, trying to wrench her way out of the situation. All she managed to get out of the attempt was a potentially sprained wrist. After one last fruitless attempt she stopped, staring at Ike with as much contempt as she could muster in the situation. "You look like you can afford it well enough, you pig," she added coolly, glaring at Ike as fiercely as she could. She was not going to back down from this, even if it meant ending up in jail. Her pride would not allow her to abandon every belief she had and just give the stuck up jerk his jewelry back. Insults probably weren't the best way to deal with the situation by any means, but it was the only way Quinn felt she could retain her dignity. She was practically sentenced to a life in jail the moment she was caught, nothing she could do would make it better or worse. Might as well go out with a bang and say how she really felt about the situation. "Besides, while you're out here picking out the most expensive jewelry that looks just like every other thing you can get for much less, people are starving." Perhaps she had taken it too far, but Quinn didn't regret her words. |
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Hey... that's pretty good!
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Post by sarah on Aug 12, 2016 17:58:10 GMT -5
After all her attempts to wrench her hand free, Ike's fingers curled tighter over her wrist. Her words fueled his fire and an almost animalistic growl sounded in his throat. His eyes flicked to Malcolm and the guard, who were still engrossed in the show, and he took a step away from them so they would not notice.
"I would stop offending me, witch, before I make very bad things happen to you," he hissed. He swiftly grabbed the necklace from her fingers and stuffed it into a pocket on his chest. "I am the king and you have just stolen the queen's necklace."
Ike figured that by the way she quarreled she did not care who he was or why he was. He had to admit, this thief had fearless venom in her throat. "I will take you to the queen herself and see how she would like to prosecute the woman who tried to steal from her," his mouth curled into a cruel grin. Queen Talena was not known was her supreme kindness, but rather her bitter sense of humour and fierce personality.
"Malcolm, I have caught a thief." Ike said the words louder so his friend could hear, but his blue eyes still stared at Quinn, "We shall return to the citadel and have Queen Talena think of the best punishment for almost having her necklace pick-pocketed."
Malcolm and the guard both looked over and nodded, "You go ahead, my dear friend," Malcolm said. He nodded to the guard to go with Ike as he started making his way through the crowd, Quinn in tow.
(I was thinking of something that might be cool. How about there are other people with powers who want to kill Quinn because they know of her powers and she is sort of a loner so they don't want her around, but when they do Ike also gets mixed into it. I could roleplay the other people, because I'm not really explaining this well cx)
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Post by strider on Aug 15, 2016 13:04:15 GMT -5
"Witch?" Quinn scoffed, holding onto the necklace as tightly as she could. It scraped across her palm and left angry red marks as it was wrenched away. She was preparing another retort just as the man revealed his identity. The part of Quinn that had been drilled into her over and over wanted to bow and beg for mercy, but she felt it best to go with dignity in this situation. It didn't matter that this man was the king, at least not in his eyes.
"The king, huh?" Quinn retorted, fury building up in her. "Then you really have enough money to forsake one necklace so that your citizens aren't starving to death!" she spat, a look of mixed anger and triumph in her eyes. Maybe she could help some of the lower class children by driving in her point. "Here you are buying jewelry to add on to the millions of pieces your family already have while there are people with nothing!" she seemed ready to continue, but Ike's next words brought her into dumbfounded silence.
"Look, you don't understand," she pleaded, voice small. The idea of facing the Queen was enough to deflate even her. Quinn winced as she was dragged away, her wrist aching horribly from her struggle. Definitely sprained it from trying so hard to wrench it away. Her one comforting thought was that if she was executed by the queen then she wouldn't have to fall in love with the king, of all people. Yes, she'd rather die than fall in love with a royal.
Quinn stumbled after Ike and Malcolm, desperately scanning the crowd for either a friendly face or an enemy. Either would be a relief at this point. A friend would spread the word that she was taken, while an enemy would gloat that she was gone. Either way she wouldn't disappear without a trace. Luck didn't seem to be on her side, however.
(That sounds like a good plan! I'm all for it!)
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