uh, also have no filter and a dark sense of humour
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A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
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Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
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Also, welcome to the guild! 😁
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After popular vote, a time skip to late night of the same day has been posted. It will start at 11:30. How late it will last will be entirely dependent on you. You may do whatever you think is best for your characters. Want a sleepover with friends? Go crazy! You want to try and sneak into the Edge and are underage? Go for it! Whatever you feel you want to do, you have free reign(within reason, of course).
After popular vote, a time skip to late night of the same day has been posted. It will start at 11:30. How late it will last will be entirely dependent on you. You may do whatever you think is best for your characters. Want a sleepover with friends? Go crazy! You want to try and sneak into the Edge and are underage? Go for it! Whatever you feel you want to do, you have free reign(within reason, of course).
LOCATION — Zima Estate → The Edge Nightclub
INTERACTING WITH — Egor (NPC)
MENTIONED — Kat and Alek
TIME — 11:30 PM
INTERACTING WITH — Egor (NPC)
MENTIONED — Kat and Alek
TIME — 11:30 PM
Eva's day had been busy since she had left the town square. She had went in for her internship at her mother's company, Fairy Queen Cosmetics. She worked slow, long hours. Running errands for some of her boss which had included coffee, picking up orders, making sure new orders were put in place - all of which had her running all over town in every corner of Salem's spacious land. And though she accomplished it all in a timely manner. That aside, she had been deprived of most of her energy by the end of her errand run came, which was around midday. Thankfully, she had been able to bow out of her shift an hour early so she could get her working butt home to shower and maybe get some food.
When she had found herself within her family’s estate, she was able to do all of those things. The warm, pressure of the shower water felt good on her aching limbs. She had found herself indulging in about an extra thirty minutes of soaking up everything about this shower. Washing everything was the first thing she did, but if there was something that Eva felt like doing, it was to allow herself to enjoy a shower that she deserved after the long, long day that she had. From her favorite mocha being spilled onto her to tripping over Alek’s foot, she had thought the bad luck streak would’ve ended there, but the long shift she had was even worse. This was what she deserved. Despite how it might look, she was going to make it last until the very last moment she would be allowed to.
And after almost nearly an hour, with her skin starting to prune, Eva wrapped a towel around herself and dried off the natural way. Another hour later, she made her way down the stairs and, as to be expected, it was quite chaotic. The staff was running around from one corner of the estate to the other; both inside the house and outside by the pool and the expansive background. Decorations of all kinds and preparations for the food had entered the final stages. A mixture of classic, Russian dishes, and Kat’s favorite fish dishes were seen in the kitchen as Eva had made her way through the house. Though chaotic, the sight filled her with such a genuine happiness that was literally oozing from her person.
“Miss Evangeline, could you please move to the side. You are kind of in the way,” Egor, head of staff and butler, at the Zima estate said.
Eva, as she only could, did as instructed. Her body hung to the wall as Egor led a few of his staff past him. She saw them carrying platters of food and heading towards the walk-in freezer. Once the last one had walked by, Egor gave Eva a nod.
“My apologies for my tone. We are in a hurry to get everything ready so we have all of our ducks in a row.” Egor told Eva.
“You don’t have to apologize to me, Egor. I should be the one who should’ve known better to wander off in such a scene.” She gave her usual, apologetic smile that she used often to avoid uncomfortable situations such as not taking the blame for something she knew she was guilty of doing.
“Are you okay, Miss Evangeline?”
She looked at Egor for a moment, smiling and nodding. “Sorry, I’m just really tired. Long day at mother’s company today, plus I’ve got a shift at The Edge tonight at ten.” She told Egor, the excitement that was in her eyes dying away as she realized she was nowhere ready for the late hours.
“May I advise you of something?”
Eva nodded, welcoming any and all advice.
“A nap will do you wonders. I shall have you up by 9. How does that sound?”
“That’s so kind of you, Egor.” Eva gave him a tight hug, surprising the old man as he groaned out of the shock of her body being pressed against his alone.
And as the hours had gone by, Eva’s nap had rejuvenated her. The young Zima’s energy was back, her usually-energetic smile bringing her all the way to the edge of the square, where her nightly place of employment had gotten its name. The Edge, whose ownership was unknown. The only thing that Eva knew for sure were the following three things: despite being paid under the table, she was paid handsomely, the club itself had a sleek design both outside and inside and had quite the active customer crowd as every night was crowded within an hour of opening, and the final thing was her boss always seemed like they were talking to someone on the phone. Nothing about the owners came up. She knew, as an unofficial member of the team, she did best not to ask any questions. Besides, she only worked a few nights of the week.
The one thing about working at the Edge was the uniform she was forced to wear. Not that they were particularly revealing, but they did show more skin that she would normally wear. Though, Eva, much like the women in her family, knew how to rock it. If only she could boost the confidence that the women in her family had.
“Seems like we’re about to open.”
Eva took in a deep breath. The first wave of partygoers would be let in and she knew it would only be a matter of time before things at this club would get crazy.
When she had found herself within her family’s estate, she was able to do all of those things. The warm, pressure of the shower water felt good on her aching limbs. She had found herself indulging in about an extra thirty minutes of soaking up everything about this shower. Washing everything was the first thing she did, but if there was something that Eva felt like doing, it was to allow herself to enjoy a shower that she deserved after the long, long day that she had. From her favorite mocha being spilled onto her to tripping over Alek’s foot, she had thought the bad luck streak would’ve ended there, but the long shift she had was even worse. This was what she deserved. Despite how it might look, she was going to make it last until the very last moment she would be allowed to.
And after almost nearly an hour, with her skin starting to prune, Eva wrapped a towel around herself and dried off the natural way. Another hour later, she made her way down the stairs and, as to be expected, it was quite chaotic. The staff was running around from one corner of the estate to the other; both inside the house and outside by the pool and the expansive background. Decorations of all kinds and preparations for the food had entered the final stages. A mixture of classic, Russian dishes, and Kat’s favorite fish dishes were seen in the kitchen as Eva had made her way through the house. Though chaotic, the sight filled her with such a genuine happiness that was literally oozing from her person.
“Miss Evangeline, could you please move to the side. You are kind of in the way,” Egor, head of staff and butler, at the Zima estate said.
Eva, as she only could, did as instructed. Her body hung to the wall as Egor led a few of his staff past him. She saw them carrying platters of food and heading towards the walk-in freezer. Once the last one had walked by, Egor gave Eva a nod.
“My apologies for my tone. We are in a hurry to get everything ready so we have all of our ducks in a row.” Egor told Eva.
“You don’t have to apologize to me, Egor. I should be the one who should’ve known better to wander off in such a scene.” She gave her usual, apologetic smile that she used often to avoid uncomfortable situations such as not taking the blame for something she knew she was guilty of doing.
“Are you okay, Miss Evangeline?”
She looked at Egor for a moment, smiling and nodding. “Sorry, I’m just really tired. Long day at mother’s company today, plus I’ve got a shift at The Edge tonight at ten.” She told Egor, the excitement that was in her eyes dying away as she realized she was nowhere ready for the late hours.
“May I advise you of something?”
Eva nodded, welcoming any and all advice.
“A nap will do you wonders. I shall have you up by 9. How does that sound?”
“That’s so kind of you, Egor.” Eva gave him a tight hug, surprising the old man as he groaned out of the shock of her body being pressed against his alone.
And as the hours had gone by, Eva’s nap had rejuvenated her. The young Zima’s energy was back, her usually-energetic smile bringing her all the way to the edge of the square, where her nightly place of employment had gotten its name. The Edge, whose ownership was unknown. The only thing that Eva knew for sure were the following three things: despite being paid under the table, she was paid handsomely, the club itself had a sleek design both outside and inside and had quite the active customer crowd as every night was crowded within an hour of opening, and the final thing was her boss always seemed like they were talking to someone on the phone. Nothing about the owners came up. She knew, as an unofficial member of the team, she did best not to ask any questions. Besides, she only worked a few nights of the week.
The one thing about working at the Edge was the uniform she was forced to wear. Not that they were particularly revealing, but they did show more skin that she would normally wear. Though, Eva, much like the women in her family, knew how to rock it. If only she could boost the confidence that the women in her family had.
“Seems like we’re about to open.”
Eva took in a deep breath. The first wave of partygoers would be let in and she knew it would only be a matter of time before things at this club would get crazy.
LOCATION — A lot of places
INTERACTING WITH — Brief interaction with Ali @Dirty Pretty Lies, Zeke @Prosaic
MENTIONS — Eli, Olivia, and Ali
TIME — 10:30-11:30 PM
INTERACTING WITH — Brief interaction with Ali @Dirty Pretty Lies, Zeke @Prosaic
MENTIONS — Eli, Olivia, and Ali
TIME — 10:30-11:30 PM
Colin's outfit for the night: brown leather jacket, blue buttoned-up shirt and jeans, and a pair of fashionable shoes.
Throughout the day, Colin had found himself spending most of it in his apartment. Since he had taken the night shift the day previous, he was entitled to most of the day off. Though, what he did with this half-day off was mostly spent trying to relax and enjoy the free time that he got. It was rare for Colin to have a few hours to himself and not have to worry about his captain giving him cases when there were plenty of other, capable detectives who could handle the load. Additionally, it was a welcomed feeling for Colin that not even the Castillo Family was hounding him to do something shady. Truly, this was one of those days where he felt...independent of all responsibilities.
But, like with everything that came in excess, Colin grew tired of being cooped up in his apartment. So he made the decision to take a drive through the town. He went to see some friends of his, hung out with them for an hour or two until he left. Then, as he saw it was nearing dinner time, he stopped by the Brady Pub to pick up an order he had placed in for a corned beef and cabbage dish. He While he was waiting for it to be prepared and given to him, he struck up a small conversation with Ali. It wasn’t anything major, though he did ask her about Eli. From what he was told, all was well with the happy couple. He had honestly thought they would be in some sort of trouble due to the meddlesome Olivia Horton. She had given him a sense of relief when Ali told Colin that they were just fine.
“Catch you later, I guess,” Colin said, taking his styrofoam packaging that had his dinner in it. The bottom was still very warm.
As Colin had found himself in the square, the mystical aroma that his dinner had released had proved to be too much for him. It was so overwhelming that he took a spot on a bench and decided to enjoy it there. He ate and watched all of the Salemites pass by him. Some he recognized and some he couldn’t bother remembering the name of. Truth be told, Colin just wanted to soak up Salem’s rays while eating the only thing of the Brady Pub’s menu he enjoyed. Good thing for him, he didn’t have to make small talk with anybody. It was just him by his lonesome.
A few hours later, Colin wasn’t exhausted or anything. And boredom was getting the better of him. He sat in his apartment alone, yet again, and was finding himself scavenging the depths of his mind, trying to think of something he could do to pass the time. A guy like him who had plenty of friends and had forged relationships shouldn’t be left to his own devices at only eleven. Surely, there was at least somebody he could ring up. He thought and thought about it. The numbers on his phone and, before he had made a decision, he stumbled upon the number that was named
And he thought what the hell?
Colin grabbed his phone and sent a text to his brother. After he did, Colin would get ready. He only had one thing on his mind: take his brother out on the town before anything disappointing could happen.
But, like with everything that came in excess, Colin grew tired of being cooped up in his apartment. So he made the decision to take a drive through the town. He went to see some friends of his, hung out with them for an hour or two until he left. Then, as he saw it was nearing dinner time, he stopped by the Brady Pub to pick up an order he had placed in for a corned beef and cabbage dish. He While he was waiting for it to be prepared and given to him, he struck up a small conversation with Ali. It wasn’t anything major, though he did ask her about Eli. From what he was told, all was well with the happy couple. He had honestly thought they would be in some sort of trouble due to the meddlesome Olivia Horton. She had given him a sense of relief when Ali told Colin that they were just fine.
“Catch you later, I guess,” Colin said, taking his styrofoam packaging that had his dinner in it. The bottom was still very warm.
As Colin had found himself in the square, the mystical aroma that his dinner had released had proved to be too much for him. It was so overwhelming that he took a spot on a bench and decided to enjoy it there. He ate and watched all of the Salemites pass by him. Some he recognized and some he couldn’t bother remembering the name of. Truth be told, Colin just wanted to soak up Salem’s rays while eating the only thing of the Brady Pub’s menu he enjoyed. Good thing for him, he didn’t have to make small talk with anybody. It was just him by his lonesome.
A few hours later, Colin wasn’t exhausted or anything. And boredom was getting the better of him. He sat in his apartment alone, yet again, and was finding himself scavenging the depths of his mind, trying to think of something he could do to pass the time. A guy like him who had plenty of friends and had forged relationships shouldn’t be left to his own devices at only eleven. Surely, there was at least somebody he could ring up. He thought and thought about it. The numbers on his phone and, before he had made a decision, he stumbled upon the number that was named
E.C. As if something took over him, his neutral mood was replaced with an obvious disdain. He angrily scrolled past it, not noticing that he had stumbled upon his little brother’s contact.And he thought what the hell?
Colin grabbed his phone and sent a text to his brother. After he did, Colin would get ready. He only had one thing on his mind: take his brother out on the town before anything disappointing could happen.
@Crimson Flame Wasn't it Max and Dante talking about how they thought they were going on an adventure instead of high school lol.
What's up with that btw? Here you have an amazing premise of "you're going to save the world" and then, LIKE AN RKO OUTTA NOWHERE", Mameo busts out "siiiiiiiike, you gonna do school instead trollololol"
Dante-kun is not amused.
@Renny
Did I jump the gun? Sorry, I was taken by an "in this moment" kind of inspiration, so I went with it.
Did I jump the gun? Sorry, I was taken by an "in this moment" kind of inspiration, so I went with it.
While food had come into their periphery, but didn’t spend much time there. It seemed, as though, in minutes the food was gone, scarfed down by these animals (and the Digimon too). From there, conversation broke out. Dante found himself at odds with Leo yet again. It had been noted by one of the teens around the table, the one who just identified themself as Max, that, unlike he and Cinderella (what a weird name for a Digimon) were at odds. Dante couldn’t deny that he had a bit of a difficult time dealing with the menace that was Leo. For one, he couldn’t tell when he would actually say something of value or just banter on, giving his opinion even though Dante didn’t ask for it.
“Max, you say. Well, I’m not one for rudeness, so you can call me Dante. This little annoyance is Leo.” Dante patted Leo’s head, to which the little furball poked Dante’s right side with his horn out of revenge. “Why you little--”
“That’s for aggressively patting me, you jerk!”
As Dante and Leo kept pressing each other’s buttons, it got to the point where, instead of giving Leo the benefit of receiving a reaction from him, Dante allowed his blue eyes fall upon the red-haired Max. “Tell me about it. Here I was, sitting in my Italian Villa--well, my parents’ villa, but still!--hoping to get away from their strict ways and, instead of the prospect of some high-living adventure, we were given more disappointment than the lunch they gave us.” He sighed, scowling somewhat. “Do they really expect us to sit through classes? I, for one, would rather go back home if this is all this ’Project F’ is.”
“Max, you say. Well, I’m not one for rudeness, so you can call me Dante. This little annoyance is Leo.” Dante patted Leo’s head, to which the little furball poked Dante’s right side with his horn out of revenge. “Why you little--”
“That’s for aggressively patting me, you jerk!”
As Dante and Leo kept pressing each other’s buttons, it got to the point where, instead of giving Leo the benefit of receiving a reaction from him, Dante allowed his blue eyes fall upon the red-haired Max. “Tell me about it. Here I was, sitting in my Italian Villa--well, my parents’ villa, but still!--hoping to get away from their strict ways and, instead of the prospect of some high-living adventure, we were given more disappointment than the lunch they gave us.” He sighed, scowling somewhat. “Do they really expect us to sit through classes? I, for one, would rather go back home if this is all this ’Project F’ is.”
I may have something in the works. Possibly. Idk..
EDIT: I did do the thing, but it's very short. Buuuut, it's taking initiative, right? That's a good thing, right?
EDIT: I did do the thing, but it's very short. Buuuut, it's taking initiative, right? That's a good thing, right?
Apologies for not getting my post out when I said I would. I couldn't for the life of me find my footing for the beginning. Thankfully, an hour ago, I was able to.
So, uh, yeah, hope you guys and gals enjoy it!
So, uh, yeah, hope you guys and gals enjoy it!
For the majority of the past decade, Jackson had been doing everything he could to remain off the grid. Since it had been brought to his attention that his status as a Guardian was leaked, he had been doing his best to avoid the larger regions in Libra. He stuck to remote, fishing villages, mountain towns, and staying at inns in this town and that town. He spent no more than a single day and some hours into the morning in a single town he might have been staying at the time. He never knew when he might run into trouble. Knowing Jackson’s tendency to bring trouble to him, regardless if he intentionally caused it, was always a recurring thing for him.
This was the life that Jackson had to abide by to avoid the U.D.F. He may not like it and, at times, had tested the limits of how much he wanted to stay out of their clutches.
So, if Jackson truly was on his best behavior and did everything he could to stay away from the general populace, how in the fiery hell did he find himself being escorted by the very people he was trying to avoid into the very building he was doing his best to avoid?
“Please come this way, Mr. Drake.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t make us drag you.”
Jackson glared at the three men who proved to be of, if not larger,, size compared to his frame. Jackson himself wasn’t a skinny man, but compared to the behemoths that had escorted him were poised to be the potential end of Jackson Drake’s short life. He’s way too awesome to be done in by a some glorified mall cops. So, he made the conscious choice to walk into the elevator by his choice and his choice alone, though that didn’t stop him from speaking his mind about what he thought.
“I don’t know how you found me. I’m pretty good at covering up my tracks, you know. Second to none, Jackson Drake is number one at stealth and keeping his identity close to his vest.”
The men said nothing, so Jackson kept his mouth going. “I don’t even belong here. I’m not even that skilled of a fighter. I’m a weakling, so this is pretty useless.”
Still, they’ve kept their silence, almost seeming like they were monks or something.
“Whatever. I’ll just keep my opinions to myself, or wait until someone else who’ll actually engage in an active conversation. One-sided bits are always so dull, wouldn’t you agree?”
He didn’t get even one facial reaction. Just as well because the elevator doors opened after what seemed like forever Jackson was led through the halls. They were as to be expected of a place so far into the future design-wise. Jackson took no particular interest in looking around. His main interest was arriving to his destination. That would happen sooner rather than later as the guards relieved Jackson. They some things that he hadn’t really been listening to. He simply walked into the room and — well, Jackson couldn’t contain his surprise.
“This place is bitchin!” His loud tone was like a dagger to the serene atmosphere the room had. There were assorted trees and plantlife, a pond or two (or so Jackson assumed), and the kind of music that really emphasized the spa-like ambience that, if he hadn’t been dragged here by the Rental Cops Idiot Squad, he wouldn’t mind waiting here for whatever reason.
He walked into the room, taking a seat not so far off from the other two who had already been waiting that he wouldn’t be isolated from their interactions, yet he didn’t want to be one of those weirdos who sat next to someone when, as it was clear as day, there were multiple seats to take.
So he did. With the sounds of his combat-styled boots making unique noises on the smooth floor, Jackson’s jeans collided with the leather chair he sat on.
Now he waited for something to happen. He waited for anything to happen.
“I fucking hate waiting.” He spoke to himself, feeling Ifrit’s presence within him. The water was, it seemed, stirring his fire up. Jackson did his best to sit as far away from the water as he could, but even that wasn’t enough. Well, hopefully they wouldn’t be kept much longer.
This was the life that Jackson had to abide by to avoid the U.D.F. He may not like it and, at times, had tested the limits of how much he wanted to stay out of their clutches.
So, if Jackson truly was on his best behavior and did everything he could to stay away from the general populace, how in the fiery hell did he find himself being escorted by the very people he was trying to avoid into the very building he was doing his best to avoid?
“Please come this way, Mr. Drake.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t make us drag you.”
Jackson glared at the three men who proved to be of, if not larger,, size compared to his frame. Jackson himself wasn’t a skinny man, but compared to the behemoths that had escorted him were poised to be the potential end of Jackson Drake’s short life. He’s way too awesome to be done in by a some glorified mall cops. So, he made the conscious choice to walk into the elevator by his choice and his choice alone, though that didn’t stop him from speaking his mind about what he thought.
“I don’t know how you found me. I’m pretty good at covering up my tracks, you know. Second to none, Jackson Drake is number one at stealth and keeping his identity close to his vest.”
The men said nothing, so Jackson kept his mouth going. “I don’t even belong here. I’m not even that skilled of a fighter. I’m a weakling, so this is pretty useless.”
Still, they’ve kept their silence, almost seeming like they were monks or something.
“Whatever. I’ll just keep my opinions to myself, or wait until someone else who’ll actually engage in an active conversation. One-sided bits are always so dull, wouldn’t you agree?”
He didn’t get even one facial reaction. Just as well because the elevator doors opened after what seemed like forever Jackson was led through the halls. They were as to be expected of a place so far into the future design-wise. Jackson took no particular interest in looking around. His main interest was arriving to his destination. That would happen sooner rather than later as the guards relieved Jackson. They some things that he hadn’t really been listening to. He simply walked into the room and — well, Jackson couldn’t contain his surprise.
“This place is bitchin!” His loud tone was like a dagger to the serene atmosphere the room had. There were assorted trees and plantlife, a pond or two (or so Jackson assumed), and the kind of music that really emphasized the spa-like ambience that, if he hadn’t been dragged here by the Rental Cops Idiot Squad, he wouldn’t mind waiting here for whatever reason.
He walked into the room, taking a seat not so far off from the other two who had already been waiting that he wouldn’t be isolated from their interactions, yet he didn’t want to be one of those weirdos who sat next to someone when, as it was clear as day, there were multiple seats to take.
So he did. With the sounds of his combat-styled boots making unique noises on the smooth floor, Jackson’s jeans collided with the leather chair he sat on.
Now he waited for something to happen. He waited for anything to happen.
“I fucking hate waiting.” He spoke to himself, feeling Ifrit’s presence within him. The water was, it seemed, stirring his fire up. Jackson did his best to sit as far away from the water as he could, but even that wasn’t enough. Well, hopefully they wouldn’t be kept much longer.
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