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 Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 7:32 pm
[ I didn't think it'd be fair of me to claim Protag 2 so I didn't say anything. But I'm willing to play other side characters if necessary. I had an idea for some characters for awhile. I'll play anyone, anything. ]
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 8:01 pm
{If you want to make any more characters, feel more than free. I'm always open to hear ideas. ^.^ Plus, we could always use more residents in this city, monsters or otherwise. Almost done with Protag#2 though, and i'm honestly starting to feel excited to play her.}
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Posted: Mon Apr 22, 2013 12:02 am
[ Okay I'll send in my profiles when I'm done either Monday or Tuesday. I think I'm gonna do brothers, to balance the amount of boys and girls. I feel like all I ever rp these days are boys, boys, boys and perverted and comedic talking dogs. I'll be happy if you wanted anything in particular. ]
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 7:43 am
{I look forward to seeing whatever you make/have made. ^.^
I don't have anything in mind, sadly. As for playing nothing but boys and talking dogs, really? XD I'd say you're pretty awesome at the former but I've never seen you do the latter.
FINALLY finished Protag#2 (aka Justice). I'll be opening the RP up later today, folks~. Will probably quote everyone in this post or the next once I do.}
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 5:54 pm
ArtificialFlavored Cheese This RP is now officially open, folks! I'll post in a little bit, and I'll have needed info sent in to applicable parties within the next few days. Until then, let's just take the chance to introduce our characters and get settled in.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:32 pm
Location: Las Muertas Memorial Park // Las Muertas Downtown
Date: April 23rd, 2013
Time: 7:45 PM
Weather: It's windy out and honestly kind of chilly. Otherwise, it's been a pretty pleasant day.
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It was starting to get dark out as Justice sat herself on an old, rickedy bench underneath a large oak tree. It was a bit too windy out for her tastes, but she was glad that she decided to wear her long golden hair in a bun that day. She was dressed in a surprisingly casual if plain manner, a white form-fitting long sleeve with a pair of comfortable looking jeans and almost worn looking running shoes. If things were to go awry at any given moment, she at least knew that it wouldn't be because of a wardrobe malfunction. But let's shove that frivolous line of thought aside; there's no need to get distracted by such a petty matter as clothes when there is work to be done! She recalled calling an associate of hers an hour ago, having arranged for an in-person meeting to discuss the whereabouts of a most unpleasant individual. So far, it seemed he was either late or she somehow had been mistaken and the meeting point was elsewhere. To her, the former seemed much more likely than the latter. Getting annoyed, she whipped out her cellphone to text her associate.
"Where are you now, Mr. Kamirisu?"
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Sable's silky brown hair flowed gently behind her as her high stilletto heels clanked against the concrete walkways of the city, heading home on her own after certain errands that needed attending to before the day was done. She kept a rather pleasant and calm demeanor, even if she was a bit terrified to be out alone this late. Especially since her dingy, well despised apartment happend to be in the less reputable part of town. It was an honest to god wonder that she hadn't been mugged or robbed yet, but for that at least she was greatful. Still, there's a first time for everything and she knew all too well not to take her safety for granted. She had her fist balled up and the jagged part of her keys sticking out between her fingers - just in case she needed to defend herself in a most unfortunate situation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:42 pm
Kudane sighed, an amused smirk creasing his lips as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled up one of the sleeves of his deep gray trenchcoat to check his watch. "Barely two minutes past the meeting time before you tried to call. I'd call that a new record, Ms. Winterbourne." he joked as he neared the bench, well polished dress shoes clicking against the pavement as he walked. A wine red tie hung from his neck, adding a splash of color against his cream colored shirt. Brown suspenders peaked out from beneath his coat as they held up black trousers quite dutifully. If one was paying any attention to wardrobe of course. In one hand was a black briefcase holding all the notes required for this particular client.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 12:06 am
Showing no sign of amusement or anger, Justice predictably requested, "Please tell me what information you have on my target." She was just as straight-to-business and lacking in humor as always, it seemed. She didn't relax or let down her guard as she sat there, either. Her posture was ungodly straight, her body tense and ready to bolt in any given moment. This was somehow normal for the woman, as anyone who frequently associated with her could attest.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 10:21 am
"I don't care if you bring your entire arsenal with you, which you no doubt would, I really think you need a vacation." Kudane sighed slightly as he sat down beside her. "Heaven forbid you smile once in your life." he said as he opened his briefcase full of notes and pictures. "There's your wolf." he handed Justice a series of pictures of a man, a werewolf, and the transformation between the two. "Henry Shepherd; college student and professional party animal. With a background like his it's a wonder you haven't caught him sooner." he handed her a few more papers; his schedule, habits, and some brief files on the man's acquaintances. When it came to this particular client, Kudane knew to be damn thorough, lest he face the wrath of Justice.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 4:49 pm
Justice almost managed to crack a smile, but her lips just didn't quite make it when she tried. "Thank you for your concern, but I simply cannot afford the distraction." Had this been suggested by anyone other than her business associate, Justice would probably have implied them to be horrid people for sacrificing the potential lives of others to sate their frivolousness. So, for the moment she looked over what notes Kudane brought well after he finished explaining what he knew. "As always, your work has saved several lives. That isn't reward enough for anyone these days, though, so I guess this will have to do." She reached into her pants pocked and pulled out her wallet, digging through to pull out Kudane's pay - which was in cash of course.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 9:34 am
"I'm sure they'd be quite thankful, if they had any knowledge of what goes bump in the night." Kudane said counting up the money before slipping it into a coat pocket and closing up his briefcase. "I know your brother isn't too fond of my assistance, but do give him my regards." he said with a smile as he stood up.
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Sherry yawned as she walked the dark streets. Between rehearsal running late and her coworker's birthday party it was a wonder she'd get any sleep at all tonight. Even if it wasn't the day of the concert, she was wearing dark clothes that, matched with her dark brown hair, made her blend into the night as she walked the streets. Hanging from one hand was her violin case, the handle of which she clutched tightly upon realizing how eerily empty the city was at night. It was times like these that made her nervous, as she'd be doomed if someone attacked her. She could never scream for help.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 12:04 pm
It was getting late, and Trayden's shift was coming to an end. He yawned a little from the sheer boredom. He was about to get up to clock out when the last customer for his shift came to the register and set the movies on the counter. He rung them up, asking, "So, did you find what you were looking for, sir?" When the man replied, nodding his head, Trayden told him the total and bagged the movies. Once the man left with the bag, Trayden stood up, stretched, and walked to the back to see his nightly replacement coming up just in time.
"Don't be too much of a pain in the rear, okay? I just dealt with my last customer and more might come in. I know this supposed to be your day off but a friend of mine wanted me to go out and I couldn't say no," he said as he punched out for the night. He was waved off with the usual "whatever" as he headed out the door with his jacket. Sure, it was chilly and windy, but the day had been pretty nice. He hoped that the night would be the same as well. Only a minute passed before his cellphone rang. Pulling it out, he flipped it open and responded with, "Hey. Yeah, I just got off work. I'll be there in a few. Okay. Wait, what do you need me -. No. I told you once before, I'm not going -. Fine. I'll go there this one time, but you seriously owe me, got it?" He sighed, closed his phone and stuck it back where he had pulled it out from before heading in a different direction. The last time he had headed this way, things had taken a turn for the worse. Thankfully, he was able to get out alive.
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ArtificialFlavored Cheese
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 6:57 pm
"And....blackjack. I win."
The young ginger woman smiled happily as she watched one of her irate customers face go red. She smirked as she swiped the cards away and began to shuffle them again as she collected his money. The man glared at her and stomped away and she simply shrugged.
"He was a drug dealer, needed more money for a deal. Too bad I'm Lady Luck." Willow said to herself as she put the money in her pouch and fussed with her rabbit ears. Yeah, she was barely dressed, only wearing the black leotard and the bunny ears, but it was a job, and she could save people here. She had to save people here.
Willow's eyes shifted around the casino, spotting a poor man seeming to shift his way over. She watched his movements carefully, her mind shifting as he came over and set a couple bills down. Barely shaved, and raggedy clothes. Hands shaking. Most likely his last dollar. Willow closed her eyes, and placed her hands above the cards, shifting them telepathically before dealing the cards. She watched the man's eyes light up as she had made his cards deal in his favor. She slipped him a couple of extra dollars under the table and watched him sprint off. She smiled as she twiddled more with the cards, moving them around without touching them. Being psychic had it's moments, that was for sure. She felt a tap on her shoulder, but she didn't jump.
"Go home Willow. Shift's over. Here's your tips for the night."
"Thanks dear." Willow said happily to the young dealer who was taking over for her for the rest of the night. She got up and walked slowly to the back break room. She walked to a locker, and opened it, getting out her usual green dress. She dressed quickly, shoving the work costume back in the locker. Her green dress came down to her knees, and she pulled it securely over here chest. She draped the cross necklace around her throat, and rubbed her tattoo carefully for luck. Time for her second job maybe? Who knew what fun she would get into tonight?! Willow grabbed her purse and darted out of the casino, wanting to get away from the moral dilemma that was always happening in that place. It was dark in the city, but she could handle herself.
[[Sorry! I've been bogged down with papers being due, and exams that I have had this past week. Hope this was okay. I'll get to make my other character eventually sooooooon!]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:59 pm
In his eyes, his actions were justifiable because of the strong emotional need to convey how he was feeling. While many people saw stalking as a disgusting hobby, he thought it was a logical means of protecting Sable or getting to know her. He knew his limits, however. He would not follow her inside any particular building, because he, conversely, liked to give her privacy. So he kept quiet and hidden, following this woman as she went down the streets.
Even if she did feel his presence at all, it was rather common in this type of neighborhood. Moreover, he was rather expertly experienced. Having been infatuated with Sable for so long, he was a master at stalking her. Her errands were rather pattern-like. However, he rather didn't want to think thoroughly about what she was doing, again, to give her privacy. Perhaps this odd thinking was unorthodox to others, but to him, it made logical sense. He, himself highly regarded his personal privacy. He most likely projected this consideration onto Sable.
He loved her. He always thought that one of these days she'd leave him behind. He sometimes felt like breaking her arms and legs so that she could not run away. Alas, he knew he could never do that. And ironically, she agreed to be his fiancee. He could keep her forever. Now that made him smile a bit.
Ren's phone vibrated in his pocket. He knew very well what that vibration from his work phone meant. While he was extremely dedicated to his job, he was extremely dedicated to Sable as well. She was his solace, the one thing not related to his work or family or organization. He valued her so deeply. So he would obviously have to ensure that she would get home safely before setting out on his commission.
Commissions were separated into two branches. The first were commissions given by his organization. That is, they often gave him high profile creatures to exterminate. These varied in difficulty and types, but he doubted that it wouldn't be reasonable today. Because of the time of day, he guessed it was not high priority.
Now the latter were commissions by third parties that were close associates of the organization. These were less common, but almost nearly as important. That was the type of meeting his sister was on currently. Soon enough she'd send him details about the case.
For now, though, he was by far more concerned with Sable. Afterwards, it would be the petty level extermination sent by his family and then Justice. He continued to lurk, with his hood drawn as he followed her home, and quite possibly giving her the creeps.
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2013 6:31 pm
{Cheese - It's totes understandable. Your post was great, and I look forward to seeing your other character when you have the time and will to make them. ^.^}
"I shall." Justice offered Kudane a small nod as she closed the folders up, carefully putting them away in a small backpack that had been laying just next to the bench. It was hers, of course, one she tended to bring with her almost everywhere. Most who knew her well knew better than to ask of its contents, let alone make any effort to lay his or her hands upon it. Once everything was inside and secure she zipped the pack up and put it on, standing herself up to get ready and depart the scene. First, of course, she needed to text Ren and let him know she had the files - and that she'd be sending them to him shortly. "Contact me whenever you have the chance. I've got the information we need for our client's request." It was simple, but to the point she felt.
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Sable felt rather jittery in the dark, her composure gradually slipping away as she walked through the eery streets. Nights like these always made her feel as if she was being watched, as if she were some defenceless mouse being targeted by a hungry tiger just lurking in the shadows. Little did she know she actually was being stalked, but not for the reasons she would figure. Still, that very feeling of being watched but not knowing by what made her heart quicken with fear. When she spotted another figure in the distance, she nearly cried out in horror. That was, until she saw exactly who it was. Another woman was out alone in the dark, looking just as fearful as Sable felt while carrying something large and dark. She couldn't tell what it was, but Sable decided to cautiously approach nevertheless. "E-excuse me, miss?"
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