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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 0:56:27 GMT -5
{ well who do you have the most muse for? or the most ideas? }
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Post by ΙͺΙ΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄κ±ΙͺΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄ on Dec 23, 2017 0:59:19 GMT -5
[ charlotte and hazel but they're both girls and i wanna include a guy bc i feel guilty if i just include girls, yanno ? ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 1:12:14 GMT -5
{ i don't think there's anything wrong with having two female characters at the moment, male characters actually outnumber the female characters so it wouldn't be a big deal! even if they didn't, you still shouldn't have to make a male character just to fill a quota do whatever you want~ }
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Post by ΙͺΙ΄α΄Κα΄Ι΄κ±ΙͺΙ’α΄Ι΄α΄ on Dec 23, 2017 1:35:37 GMT -5
[ i mcfreakin love you<3 alright i'll do them tomorrow. i'm exhausted now ]
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Post by πΎππππππππ on Dec 23, 2017 2:55:51 GMT -5
[ will respond tomorrow ]
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Post by shades on Dec 23, 2017 11:14:45 GMT -5
Arthur looks down as he tugs his flannel away from his body; heβs small, and useless. Arthur grimaced, βmy friend, he likes going out. Donβt do it too much due to me hanging around him. Thought he might like to break tradition.β
He looks around, at Maverick behind him, graceful in his dance moves and captivating to those near him and who cares so much than he should, βhe looks like heβs enjoying it.β
The club, so far, has been far kinder than the war ever was. βIβm not, people adept. Kinda why I joined the war, decided it was easier than finding a wife.β Arthur smiled for once, it was forced; however, he has a bright and infectious smile, and his personality is so warm despite the anxiety.
βI-Iββ Arthur snapped to attention elsewhere raptly as a door banged open and heavy footfalls led into the room. Narrowed eyes and a slight wheeze, Arthur watched as a humanβno, hunterβstepped up to the bar and declare the party over. His first reaction was to bare to his fangs threateningly, but Arthur resisted; he tripped over himself shakily standing up. βI--we have to go.β Arthur declared, weary eyes frantically watching the hunters form around vampires.
Maverick warned him about hunters, they had dodged quite many before, Easily stated, Maverick told him they were vicious, bloodthirsty, and determined in their goals. Arthur had blinked like a child and asked βwhyβ a million times until Maverick snapped: βbecause Arty, they do what they want to get glory, and that involves killing vamps.β
Arthur never brought up hunters in conversation again if he could help it.
The younger looking vampire starred, the crowds were jamming towards the entrance to escapeβblocking itβwhile hunters stood near the door they came through, guarding it. Hide, that was the best and easiest thing possible at this point. βWe gotta hide.β He also swept around, looking for Mavericβ-but the other vamp was nowhere in sight. His former location on the dance floor of Hype already trailing the stained blood of a victim to the slaughter.
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 12:48:39 GMT -5
[ Hey so, Honey, I purposefully left it vague as to whether Gemma and Alistair had met before. Do you want them to have encountered each other briefly some time in the past? Because it could be interesting if we came up with some history, but it's also fun if this is their first meeting. Let me know what you're thinking c: And I'm just waiting for Cloudy to reply. ] { i'm thinking that they met before but it was just brief enough (or long ago enough) that al doesn't remember her immediately }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 13:00:04 GMT -5
{ no problem galene~ there's still plenty of room to join! }
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 13:16:58 GMT -5
{ take your time i'm gonna be gone most of the day
finally going to see the last jedi }
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Post by shades on Dec 23, 2017 13:24:21 GMT -5
[ ugh. The one day I plan on going home. To the next state over. An hour away. It snows. And that means. The Hot Mess Express will take two hours to get home because snow. ]
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α΄Ιͺα΄α΄α΄Ι΄α΄α΄ α΄xα΄α΄α΄α΄ α΄Ι΄ α΄α΄Κα΄Κ Κα΄sΙͺΙ΄α΄ss
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Post by ββΠΎΟ on Dec 23, 2017 13:29:59 GMT -5
[ Hey so, Honey, I purposefully left it vague as to whether Gemma and Alistair had met before. Do you want them to have encountered each other briefly some time in the past? Because it could be interesting if we came up with some history, but it's also fun if this is their first meeting. Let me know what you're thinking c: And I'm just waiting for Cloudy to reply. ] { i'm thinking that they met before but it was just brief enough (or long ago enough) that al doesn't remember her immediately } [ Okay cool, yeah. It's just a matter of deciding what that encounter entailed. Maybe she narrowly escaped an attempt to kill her or something? Or maybe when they met last, bitten vampires were on more even footing with born ones? Hmmmmmm ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 23, 2017 17:51:00 GMT -5
( Just got back from Star Wars! It was amazing! )
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 23, 2017 18:13:08 GMT -5
I have the next three days off work and I'm so happy))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 18:23:45 GMT -5
{ i'm thinking that they met before but it was just brief enough (or long ago enough) that al doesn't remember her immediately } [ Okay cool, yeah. It's just a matter of deciding what that encounter entailed. Maybe she narrowly escaped an attempt to kill her or something? Or maybe when they met last, bitten vampires were on more even footing with born ones? Hmmmmmm ]{ i like the idea that they were on equal footing but maybe the encounter was still tense because alistair has never been fond of bitten vamps }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 23, 2017 18:26:17 GMT -5
( That's awesome aviva! you deserve a break! )
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 23, 2017 18:45:10 GMT -5
I'm so hype tbh. Especially since I work in retail and those 3 days are gonna be hella busy I deserve this break lmao))
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 23, 2017 21:22:36 GMT -5
Hawthorn rested her chin in her open palm and tipped her head as she listened to Arthur and watched him fidget with his shirt. Then let her gaze travel across the club to fix on Maverick. A list βa questions was already filing in the library of her mind. But she held her tongue, rude to interrupt someone in the middle βa talkinβ after all. How did this boy find himself friends with that βun? One who moves like water through the crowd and the other...glued to his chair and quieter than a church mouse. Rude. Rude of Hawthorn to assume all friendships come in the same package.
Still, she figgered she likely werenβt the only βun who was curious.
Her attention was snagged on a new word as he spoke it, like a fish on a hook. Eyes brighteninβ a touch she looked back to Arthur, βWar? You say you were in a war?β Her lips parted as she flashed her teeth in a smile and slapped the counter with a loud clap. βLike, with guns anβ such?β As she spoke she held up in hands in a motion that mimicked holding a rifle and acted as though she were peering through a scope as she aimed the imaginary gun at Arthur. Hawthorn chuckled βWell, I mean, sure with guns...unless yer older than yoa makinβ me think.β
βDinna wanna a wife? So you chose to go to war instead?β Hawthorn laughed again, louder. βYou thought fightinβ in a war woulda be easier than chatting up a purdy dame?β
Well, with a subtle glance back to the dance floor Hawthorn wondered if Arthur had chosen war over women for different sorts a reasonsβ¦ Returning his smile she didnβt mention her thoughts. Focusing on that sweet, crooked smile βa his. It was hard to resist smiling back.
βWell, Art-β Cut off before she could finish Hawthorn turned to the sound of boots slamming on the counter and the voice of a female hunter. It was rude to interrupt someone while they were talkinβ. A snarl curled her lips without Hawthorn thinking anβ she glared up at the hunter, as a whole stream of them suddenly poured into the club brandishing their hideous weapons with villainous intent. And so the rats cornered the snakes.
Hawthorn got up out of her chair, just as the bloodbath began. Werenβt no raid, it was a slaughter. Her eyes darted all over the bar, the scent of blood suddenly clamoring to her nose. Heightening and clogging her senses all at once. Hawthorn took Arthurβs wrist without really meaning to and looked him in the eye. βDinna you just say you were in a war? Whereβd that fightinβ spirit go?β She couldna blame him though. βJust...stay safe.β She turned just in the knick of time to catch a hunter tryna sneak up on her with a knife. With a hiss Hawthorn reached behind her back and under her jacket, she pulled out a pistol quick as a rattler and fired it. βDonβt bring a knife to a gun fight,β she quipped. Been in too many nasty bar fights to go to a place full of people anβ drink without a trick up her sleeve. Unfortunately, she was pretty that had been her only bullet.
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 23, 2017 22:23:36 GMT -5
Hawthorn, my love! The one smart enough to bring a gun to a knife fight
still hoping for Mickey tho))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 22:25:16 GMT -5
{ i'm sorry! i'm taking a break from mickey's reply until later tonight i'm so tired. i'm afraid everything i write is garbage }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 23, 2017 22:26:23 GMT -5
That's fine! Take your time hon! I'm just excited is all lol))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 22:27:20 GMT -5
{ trust me it'll be fun }
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Post by shades on Dec 23, 2017 23:46:45 GMT -5
[ wish me luck driving in the snow to get home ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 23, 2017 23:57:02 GMT -5
{ good luck shades! snow can be treacherous especially at night! be careful! }
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 23, 2017 23:58:15 GMT -5
( good luck shades! be careful! )
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 1:01:11 GMT -5
Mickey tapped a manicured nail on the lacquered wood and flashed a smile, βMe? Never better, sweetheart.β Omitting the fact that his teeth ached at the scent of blood. But it was another tidbit of information that had his reeling.
The Stokers and the Morgensterns were allies now? Of all the ways to die. An alliance between the two most powerful forces in Paradise City. It was a death sentence for anyone with a pair of fangs and a milligram of sense. They might as well cut off his head and use it for tennis practice right now.
Oh, but princess here wasnβt having any fun playing dress up the Stokers. Boohoo. If only she, too, lived in fear that the hunters might kick down her door one day and surprise her with a knife to the heart! Irritation crawled anthill-thick beneath his skin. Suddenly, talking to Petra Morgenstern wasnβt so much fun after all. It occurred to him that she kept looking at his throat so she could decide how to feel about him. Well, let her look, hopefully sheβd be disappointed at what she found.
Suddenly, the sight of a young woman climbing onto the bar snatched Mickeyβs attention. He blinked for a moment, trying to piece together what he was seeing. The realization hit him like an ice bath.
His stomach plummeted into arctic ice.
Hype burst into firecracker-chaos. Music drowned under panicked screams. The club writhed with swarming bodies. Mad scrambles to safety cut short by the trample of feet or the blade of a knife.
At the center of it all stood the princess of the Stokers herself: Grace Stoker. He flashed a glare at Petra. No doubt this was her doing. She probably told the Stokers where to hunt tonight. Oh, she was a real piece of work and here Mickey was thinking heβd been given a golden opportunity to meet one of the infamous Morgensterns.
More like silver opportunity, amiright?
Mickey clapped and rose from his seat, a pillar of stone against the chaos that raged around him. βBravo! I give it a five out of ten, Gracilis,β he shouted above the noise, βYouβre getting better, but your entrance could use some work.β
The basics were there; surprise entrance, make a scene, pull out a knife. But she lacked the proper flare.
βHere,β his fingers slid into his backpocket, βIt could use a little more pizzazz. Let me show you how itβs really done, dollface.β His hand whipped out, lightning-fast. A burst of purple smoke engulfed Mickey, obscuring the vampire from view. The thing about being a vampire is that your faster than the average human, but that can only take you so far when youβre trapped in a crowded building bursting at the seams with terrified masses. In his haste, Mickey scrambled over the bartop, knocking bottles and glasses to the floor as he hurried to safety. He prided himself on a great many things, but conflict was not one of them. There was no way he could win against a dozen hunters out for blood. And he wasnβt going to stick around to try.
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Post by shades on Dec 24, 2017 1:06:26 GMT -5
[ well guys. Some dude has a great story. He glanced in my Hot Mess Express as my cat was perched on my arm (the driving arm) batting at snowflakes and I'm eating a taco in the other hand (I had just told him to stop layin on my tacos too) and this guy passes me on the highway and gives me a weird look. ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 24, 2017 1:07:43 GMT -5
{ you'll live on in his dreams }
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Post by shades on Dec 24, 2017 1:09:26 GMT -5
[ I hope. But anyways. Home for the holidays finally. It wasn't bad until I git off the highway and hit bum-heck nowhere and unloved roads. Then we struggled. Hot Mess just gotta get me through til end of summer. Please. ]
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