Aces Away
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Hey guys! I'm Aces Away, you can call me Ace or Aces!
I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.
I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.
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Alright y'all, I'm off two bed. Tell me if there are any typos I didn't catch.
Remember:
Also, check out this RP because there are like only 2 other members
Remember:
Only make your intro post until I say otherwise.
Also, check out this RP because there are like only 2 other members
Darnies leaned his chair back even further, his arm dangling over the back and a smirk firmly in place as he looked to the man across the table to him. He looked like he was going to either start sweating or throwing punches if Darnies didn't do something, so the boy took pity on him.
"I recommend you fold, friend." He said, never loosing his posture or smirk. The man looked to him in disbelief before looking to his two friends and laughing as he waved his cards.
"Yer the one gonna be wantin' to fold, boy. And I ain't yer friend." He said, drunken words slurring his speech. He threw his cards face up on the table. "Full House." He declared, reaching for the money before Darnies' chair legs slamming the ground made him freeze, startled. The boy leaned his weight on the table and sighed as he stood.
"Shame we ain't friends," He spoke up, flipping his cards and dropping them to the table, swiping the money in the process and stuffing it in his jacket's inner pocket. "'Cause, y'see, I share with my friends." The red hearts in the Royal Flush reflected the older man's completion.
"Damn...Damn! Fuck!" He growled, swiping the cards off the table and onto the ground.
"No, it's DarnDarn. If you're gonna say someone's nickname, say it right. And there are kids in this bar so you should really avoid sweari-" The man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, causing him to lose the support he had from the table and pinwheel to gain his balance back.
"You cheated somehow you little shit, now yer gonna give me back my fuckin' money or my boys and I'll-"
"You'll what." Darnies replied, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist. His dark eyes showed no mercy as he grabbed the man's thumb and bent it back until the man was kneeling in a submissive position to lessen the pain. "I don't like threats, Hamor." He swore, keeping the man in place. The whimper of pain that followed must have woken his friends from their stupor, because one hauled back and threw a punch at Darnies seconds later, forcing the boy to duck and grab his cane before dancing out of the way.
"Get 'im!" The man on the floor growled, cradling his hand to his chest. Darnies held his hand up, signalling off the other patrons who stood up to help him, and swung his cane to catch Man 2 in the jaw. His head snapped to the side, but the satisfaction was short lived as man 3 football tackled him, knocking the air out of his lungs and knocking the both of them right through the bar's front window.
The unforgiving concrete didn't come, but unforgivingly hard arms did. Shoulders cradled in one of these arms, he looked over to see Man 3 in a choke hold of the other.
"Hey, Chasa." He grinned up at the woman, and she somehow manage to look both concerned and judgmental.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! Sore losers at poker, is all. You mind standing by the door so they don't leave yet?" He questioned, grin still in place even as blood seeped out the corner of his mouth. The woman sighed, but nodded. That was one thing she wasn't too fond of from her Golem's half; should a Jewish person-especially a Witch- ask for help, she felt compelled to comply. Not that she wouldn't have helped regardless, but the vague tingling beneath her skin bothered her. Noticing her slight grimace, Darnies flinched. "Sorry, forgot. You only need to help if you want."
She smiled, nodding again as the tingling subsided and let him go, pushing Man 3 ahead of her and into the bar where the first two cowered upon seeing her intimidating figure fill up the doorway with Darnies at her side. He leaned against her for support as he picked his cane up once again.
"I hope you guys didn't lose all your money to me." Darnies mocked slightly, looking to Chasa as her eyes brightened.
"That's right," She spoke, causing them to flinch. "Because you're paying for Mazal's new window." She smiled at them, crossing her arms and nodding to the bartender, who nodded back gratefully. They watched together as the men handed the money over to Mazal before scurrying out as she stepped aside, catching Darnies as her sudden support disappeared. She gave him a friendly glare.
"And you," She spoke, causing him to looking at her. "You're paying for my new groceries." It was his turn to flinch as he turned to look outside. Among all the broken glass, there were two brown bags, one with milk spilling out of the container, the other with eggs scattered around it. He groaned in dismay.
Hamor=Jackass
"I recommend you fold, friend." He said, never loosing his posture or smirk. The man looked to him in disbelief before looking to his two friends and laughing as he waved his cards.
"Yer the one gonna be wantin' to fold, boy. And I ain't yer friend." He said, drunken words slurring his speech. He threw his cards face up on the table. "Full House." He declared, reaching for the money before Darnies' chair legs slamming the ground made him freeze, startled. The boy leaned his weight on the table and sighed as he stood.
"Shame we ain't friends," He spoke up, flipping his cards and dropping them to the table, swiping the money in the process and stuffing it in his jacket's inner pocket. "'Cause, y'see, I share with my friends." The red hearts in the Royal Flush reflected the older man's completion.
"Damn...Damn! Fuck!" He growled, swiping the cards off the table and onto the ground.
"No, it's DarnDarn. If you're gonna say someone's nickname, say it right. And there are kids in this bar so you should really avoid sweari-" The man grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, causing him to lose the support he had from the table and pinwheel to gain his balance back.
"You cheated somehow you little shit, now yer gonna give me back my fuckin' money or my boys and I'll-"
"You'll what." Darnies replied, cutting him off and grabbing his wrist. His dark eyes showed no mercy as he grabbed the man's thumb and bent it back until the man was kneeling in a submissive position to lessen the pain. "I don't like threats, Hamor." He swore, keeping the man in place. The whimper of pain that followed must have woken his friends from their stupor, because one hauled back and threw a punch at Darnies seconds later, forcing the boy to duck and grab his cane before dancing out of the way.
"Get 'im!" The man on the floor growled, cradling his hand to his chest. Darnies held his hand up, signalling off the other patrons who stood up to help him, and swung his cane to catch Man 2 in the jaw. His head snapped to the side, but the satisfaction was short lived as man 3 football tackled him, knocking the air out of his lungs and knocking the both of them right through the bar's front window.
The unforgiving concrete didn't come, but unforgivingly hard arms did. Shoulders cradled in one of these arms, he looked over to see Man 3 in a choke hold of the other.
"Hey, Chasa." He grinned up at the woman, and she somehow manage to look both concerned and judgmental.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! Sore losers at poker, is all. You mind standing by the door so they don't leave yet?" He questioned, grin still in place even as blood seeped out the corner of his mouth. The woman sighed, but nodded. That was one thing she wasn't too fond of from her Golem's half; should a Jewish person-especially a Witch- ask for help, she felt compelled to comply. Not that she wouldn't have helped regardless, but the vague tingling beneath her skin bothered her. Noticing her slight grimace, Darnies flinched. "Sorry, forgot. You only need to help if you want."
She smiled, nodding again as the tingling subsided and let him go, pushing Man 3 ahead of her and into the bar where the first two cowered upon seeing her intimidating figure fill up the doorway with Darnies at her side. He leaned against her for support as he picked his cane up once again.
"I hope you guys didn't lose all your money to me." Darnies mocked slightly, looking to Chasa as her eyes brightened.
"That's right," She spoke, causing them to flinch. "Because you're paying for Mazal's new window." She smiled at them, crossing her arms and nodding to the bartender, who nodded back gratefully. They watched together as the men handed the money over to Mazal before scurrying out as she stepped aside, catching Darnies as her sudden support disappeared. She gave him a friendly glare.
"And you," She spoke, causing him to looking at her. "You're paying for my new groceries." It was his turn to flinch as he turned to look outside. Among all the broken glass, there were two brown bags, one with milk spilling out of the container, the other with eggs scattered around it. He groaned in dismay.
Hamor=Jackass
References for the bar I'm mentioning in my first IC
@Sombrero I love your character. And as a Jew and punk, I appreciate him kicking some bonehead ass. As long as you make sure to specify what weapone he carries on his person and which ones he keeps in the trailer-given that he has so many holy shit- he'll be good. So once you've done that you can put him in the Character tab. Sorry I missed your post when it first came out!
@Yuuta Yeah! You'd have to explain how he got the information on his targets though.
@BlackPanther I was looking to do it tonight or midday tomorrow. From the glimpse I got of my schedule for next week, I'll be working the 17th through the 20th on night shifts so I wanted to get it started so everyone can make an introductory post. I want to make sure everyone read each other's CS's first. And keep in mind there's 2 or 3 characters yet to be approved/put in the Character tab. They would have to hop in late but I'd be fine with letting everyone make just introductory posts (i.e. 1 post per person before stopping to see if anyone needs to catch up on something before continuing.)
@BlackPanther I was looking to do it tonight or midday tomorrow. From the glimpse I got of my schedule for next week, I'll be working the 17th through the 20th on night shifts so I wanted to get it started so everyone can make an introductory post. I want to make sure everyone read each other's CS's first. And keep in mind there's 2 or 3 characters yet to be approved/put in the Character tab. They would have to hop in late but I'd be fine with letting everyone make just introductory posts (i.e. 1 post per person before stopping to see if anyone needs to catch up on something before continuing.)
Bump?
Well @Thecrash20 I said if they use magic they'd be considered supernatural so that's why nobody has used it for a Hunter's CS.
I didn't subscribe to the OOC so I forgot, I'll start the CS omg...
@NightmareInd I had to get a bigger reference image to see lol
Two things: 1) how do the legs affect his stamina? I'd imagine they can be draining.
2) I'm not to sure about them having guns in them, the prosthetics are already a stretch given that, even supernatural, this is a modern RP.
And holy shit he cut off his own legs 0_0
Two things: 1) how do the legs affect his stamina? I'd imagine they can be draining.
2) I'm not to sure about them having guns in them, the prosthetics are already a stretch given that, even supernatural, this is a modern RP.
And holy shit he cut off his own legs 0_0
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