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Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Ellie shrugged and allowed her skis to make contact with the slope below, feeling gravity pull her down already. Because she was wearing this wingsuit, she wasn't able to completely lean forward as a result of that. Didn't matter though, she was collecting quite the bit of speed as carved down this wicked slope. If there was another thing the Norweigians had going for them, it was definitely their mountains. Add women, vikings, and snow to the ever-expanding list of things Norway did right. She couldn't wait to ditch these skis and go carving this mountain in the air. She and Seb were probably the first to do this to the mountains, and she was so glad. She didn't want a place like this to be desecrated by your average stupid teenage punk looking to get some cheap, easy views doing something incredibly dumb on it. At least if someone were to carve these mountains they'd do it right, and extravagantly. This was what Ellie was for, doing this for her own personal experience and sharing it with the world. The powder was fresh, untouched, perfectly set for skis to carve. She used the ski poles to keep herself balanced and upright, as well as give herself some momentum and speed to go off on.

Ellie could've sworn she was Olympic material, but a few things were keeping her from actually entering. For example, the mixed nationality thing. Would she be competing for Team Scotland or Team Canada? These were issues that Ellie had better things to be worrying about rather than those. Maybe she would become an Olympian, but as for right now she was concentrating on providing her fans with quality content and making sure the loyal ones are happy. As she was coming down, she was thinking of stuff to give away for her next subscriber milestone. A large dip sent Ellie airborne, and she could feel the impact travel through her body as she landed. She smiled at the the jump, but seeing the slope of the mountain and the end coming up ahead, she knew that the end was coming soon. The speed she had accumulated was only going to increase, so it would be coming faster and faster by the second.

The Scottish-Canadian looked around and saw that something was travelling down the side of the mountains. Upon a closer look, she could see that it snow. Large chunks of snow. Ellie cursed to herself, and continued to travel down at an even faster rate, tucking herself in so that she had a better chance at beating the avalanche. This was scary, but Ellie know that all her GoPros were capturing every second, and would be sending fear and adrenaline into hearts of fans everywhere. The end was coming. Ellie needed to ditch the skis now and start soaring like an eagle. Where was Richard when you needed him? Shame she couldn't bring him, it would be badass for her to have her eagle soaring alongside. Ellie thought to herself, mentally preparing herself for the stunt she would be pulling off in the coming seconds. "Okay... okay... here you go Elizabeth... here you go." She said, as the end was coming up faster than a rocket.

The skiier went airborne, and she could feel everything slowing down as she ditched her skis, watching them fall down below as she got into the proper position to deploy her wingsuit. She spread her arms and legs, feeling the air catch in those flaps and carrying her up, as she felt like a bird once again, sailing through the air and feeling the wind on her body. As turned a certain direction, she saw the sun shining on them. If this wasn't glorious, she didn't know what this was.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Cassandra, also known as Liberty was perched on a rooftop somewhere in Peshawar, obviously quite a way away from her partner(s). She was given the task of watching for some guy named Hassam and tracking his every move. This was right up the former Navy SEAL's alley. Unlike her fellows down below, she was dressed in more traditional operator fashion. Since this was the Middle East, everything in this area was a beige-y color. The beige influenced her overall colors, causing Liberty to wear a beige shirt, and khaki colored cargo pants and boots to blend in with her surroundings. Since girls weren't really seen as equal in a place like this, the best thing for Liberty to do was to stay out of people's sight and remain incognito. Liberty was on her belly, watching for Hassam from quite a distance away as she looked down, sunglasses covering her green eyes. She was wondering on when she would be getting word from her colleagues, because she didn't exactly feel like lying here right now and watching someone. Not what she was expecting herself to do right now. Cassandra was someone who wanted to take initiative, fire a few bullets or break some necks instead of lying here doing nothing besides breathing and watching.

At last, she heard something on the radio and followed their instructions promptly, turning on the camera embedded in her sunglasses and giving their local nerd a good view. She continued to wait until she caught glimpse of someone who caught her eye in particular. She pulled out her phone and pulled up the photo of Hassam she was sent. Comparing the two, she came to realize it was exactly him. "I got visual on Hassam. I'm gonna be following him in just a sec." Hassam walked out of an alley, accompanied by an entourage of about ten? Was a bit unnecessary, but considering Hassam was a big target, it was better safe than sorry. As soon as Cassandra lost visual, she got up, relocating herself according to his movements. "Bugcatcher, let me know where he's going. I can already tell it's going to be very easy for me to lose visual because of all these stupid towels covering below." Cassandra said sternly, getting up and walking along the rooftops in a crouched position. She was careful to maintain a discreet position. Wouldn't want to bring out "Plan Triple B".

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Name: Cassandra L. Marquise
Codename (Radio Call): Liberty
Age: 29
Nationality: American
Role: Field Agent
Appearance:

"Fucking Bugcatcher!" No further caption necessary.[Circa late 2000s/early 2010s]
Cassandra stands at 5'11" and weighs about 135 lbs, maintaining a slender yet toned frame, perfect for operating and operations in general. She has flowing light brown hair, and piercing green eyes. Her face remains relatively untouched, although it is rather uncommon to see her without makeup of some sort. Whether it is due to the nature of her job or some personal matter is entirely unknown. Her everyday dress is business oriented, lots of high heels and blouses and whatnot.
Personality:
Cassandra is known as Triple B among her fellow agents, standing for "Big Bad Bitch". She lives up to that nickname as she is not a force to be reckoned with. Lancaster experiences quite a bit of these traits on a day-to-day basis, especially the dagger of a tongue she has. To summarize, she is smart, sarcastic, and incredibly, incredibly unorthodox. She can and will use whatever it takes to get what she wants, even if it's incredibly bizzare. Cassandra also likes to be considered as the more professional one out of the pair she forms with Lancaster, claiming that she doesn't spend 'every single waking minute of their life fucking their way through'.
Service History:
Cassandra L. Marquise was born on September 22nd, 1986 in New York City, New York. Her father made pizzas for a living in his own special little pizzeria in Manhattan, while her mom worked for some corporation also in Manhattan. Growing up, Cassandra proved to be quite the remarkable student, eventually graduating as valedictorian from her high school and her undergraduate studies in college. However, coming out of college her path took a really odd turn, deciding to enter the US Navy as an officer. From there she saw quick success, quickly moving onto higher things. Soon, she was able to enter the Navy SEALs were she flourished even further.

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A few years ago, she was told that she would be transferred across the Atlantic Ocean to the British for some super secret project. Cassandra gladly accepted, and now she currently carries out operations for Sierra Vanguard as a field agent, taking on tasks like counter-terrorism or quelling whatever group decided they wanted to be a nuisance to the Western world. Some of her skills include speaking 7 different languages frequently, expert handling of smaller arms such as assault rifles, sub-machine guns, and especially pistols, advanced survival techniques, in-depth martial arts training, and lots of various other skills she had accumulated throughout her experiences in the Navy SEALs and Sierra Vanguard. However, her most cherished skill is her incredibly sharp tongue, in which Lancaster is very well aware of.

Other: Cassandra likes to drive her Porsche 911 Turbo S, one of many cars in her possession in her garage. She has one overseas, and one back in America. In terms of things like smartphones, she is very particular to her Samsung Galaxy S5, since she can swap out sim cards on her command quickly. When it comes to her fashion though, it is provided by an on-site specialist who keeps up with the trends and buys whatever he thinks would make Cassandra stun all those who come across her. She likes to think that he has a better job than she does.

[WIP]

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

Kimberly watched the brake lights on her husband's car flash on long and hard, a good indicator that the road up ahead was coming to a close. The Caucasian driver slammed on the brakes, going down gears accordingly. The Mjolnir-adjacent object sitting right behind her burbled as she went down the gears, before she came to a slow enough speed to do a u-turn and haul ass back the way she came. The police cars sitting there... also a very good indicator that the road ahead had come to a close and it was time to come back. She couldn't drive this thing forever, as much as she really enjoyed it. Might as well make the best of it. As she watched her husband's P1 dart down the street, Kimberly smirked to herself as she gradually applied the throttle. She wouldn't let him have all of the fun to himself. Not how it worked in their relationship anymore. Not at all.

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Ellie really used her arms to lift her 62 kilogram frame up the near-vertical climb she had up ahead of her. Contrary to popular belief, Ellie really did have to make sure she was in peak physical shape in order to make things easier on herself. That didn't just include really, really good cardio either. She had to make sure she had quite the amount of muscular endurance, strength, and flexibility. Climbing and all this stuff really got easier as Ellie got more fit. Lifting her weight plus a lot more. Her abs were about as firm as the rock she was planting her feet in. All for the tasks she loved most. Because all this hard work, Ellie was capable of running a mile just as fast as Division 1 track and fielders. Ellie looked up at her partner climbing above her, nodding as the message got to her head and she proceeded to do what he told her to do. As soon as she sensed a movement that wasn't really supposed to happen, Ellie braced herself subconsciously before she looked back up to see Seb was just fine. She sighed a slight breath of relief, knowing that her Seb was alright.

The push was crazy tedious, having to play with ropes and really playing with them to get the intended effect out of them. By the time the slope evened out, she was practically bear crawling up the ridge. The pace was a bit sluggish though, but it was all in good nature. Having to put in cams and whatnot just so Ellie was safe. Better safe than sorry as everyone said. "Feck me. This is tough shit, man!" She said, climbing up and up.

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Quite a time later, they were walking regularly now, no rope at all since it was stable enough to just do some simple walking on it. She had ditched her crampons, and just carried on with her Scarpa Fuego mountaineering boots instead. They were real expensive, but worth it. Ellie could definitely feel the protection and their value in general. If there was one injury that always plagued Ellie, it was definitely sprained ankles. She had sustained a lot of injuries in her career, but for some reason her ankles seemed to be the weakest when it came to her body. Her ankles required a lot of protection, but it was very well worth it. Ellie could find herself squinting as she was face to face with the orange-tinted sky, knowing that the sun was coming up. Just like her partner, she was clad in GoPros, on her chest, head, and wrist. The more footage she got, the better. If she didn't want something to be in there, she could always just plop something in there. Something miscellaneous? Wouldn't be the first time she did it. As she climbed over the last rock, she stood back up and jogged over to her partner, looking over the beautiful view ahead of them. All that could be heard was the wind blowing around them, as they just took in the sights. Sights like these were definitely worth killing over.

"Wow... you definitely know how to pick your locations, Seb." Ellie pulled her goggles and beanie off as she let her hair flow in the wind. Poor Seb, he didn't get to experience things like this. Didn't have the hair to do so. Ellie sighed, watching her breath materialize in front of her and drift away, the cold air quickly entering her body. The Scottish-Canadian looked at Seb, catching onto what he was doing very quickly and setting her gear down. Seb came over to her and said she could lead this skiing endeavor, which really excited Ellie since she really liked leading. His cold lips on her even colder forehead were a strangely good feeling. She could definitely notice the difference in warmth. "See ya on the flipside, Seb."

Ellie made sure her bag would be as small as possible as she took out her wingsuiting gear, transferring all her GoPro stuff to the harness already on it. Helmet, chest, arms, and legs. Like Ellie always said, the more angles the better. Her wingsuit followed shortly afterwards. It was a beautiful white and gold design, with the leg patch-flap thing being a hybrid of the Scottish flag and the Canadian flag, representing Ellie's nationalities. Soon enough she was done dressing up and ready to get skiing. She had everything on, skis, GoPros, helmet, everything. Now it was just time for Seb to check her, even though she had a slight bad feeling about this. She stood in front of him, holding out her limbs and feeling him pat her down. The cheeky touch on her ass though, caused her to yelp a bit. "Seb! Hey!" She complained, glaring at him. The Canadian-Scottish wingsuiter nodded and proceeded to wait for her partner to get ready, before asking him the very same thing. "Arms and legs. I'm not touching your butt." She said bluntly, as she checked him down. "You're all set to go!" She said, gesturing to the trail they would conquer, "You ready?"

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

QUEEN ABBY COMES IN WITH THE REVIVAL!

Task Force Lima (COMPLETED)

Wendy listened to Jan barking orders in her earpiece, responding with a sign of compliance rather promptly. She peered through her scope and watched for the slightest sign of movement. As soon as the sniper would detect the slightest hint of movement, she would snap to it. Patiently, she waited, like a hawk waiting for some prey. The patience did pay off very nicely, as she snapped to the a group of mobile tangos. This was her time to shine. Just her and her Barrett about to fire away. She took careful aim, accounting for the amount of bend the bullet's trajectory would take. She fired at the one in front of the pack, watching him crumple and fold. She snapped to the next target. Fired on him. It wasn't a clean shot to the head, but she didn't want to risk penetration and accidentally hit someone she wasn't supposed to. A chest shot was good enough and it killed them just fine.

Wendy fired off a few more shots, dropping each and every one of her targets cleanly. She went on the radio, "Tangos are down. Target seems to be heading down the street. No change in path just yet!" She reported, "I'll relocate shortly to continue keeping track of him." She said, taking her sniper rifle and hauling ass to the adjacent ledge, giving her a better view of the street below. "Target is still headed straight down the street. Recommend you get there soon, he looks like he's going to duck into an alley at any second. I will lose visual very soon." She warned, knowing that she could only see so far before he ran too far down for her to see clearly or ducked into an alley.

Queen's Interest Check! [FxF/FxM]

@QueenOfTheBee

Color me interested in (no order):

- High School
- Racing
- Rival/Rival ; I think this would be a really fun pairing and suitable in any setting, genre, and universe.
- RWBY
- Fast and Furious ; I love the movies and I was just wondering how this one would be set up?
- Call of Duty
- Hunger Games ; I mean, look at my current avatar and signature!

I hope you're still available.

@Karlie

Definitely! Send me a PM and a list of your biggest cravings! We can work something out ;)

Queen's Interest Check! [FxF/FxM]

bump because almost summer vacation!

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

If a comparison could be assigned to the experience Kimberly was going through, it'd be pretty hard to put into words. She was zipping through a 3000 lbs car with a thousand plus horsepower. It was like... she was a fastball being thrown by Arlodis Chapman (105.1 mph). She was that baseball, and the Agera was the pitcher. She swore she could hear it snapping through the air, and soon she could break the speed of sound. Kinda like a Concorde. 8000 revs of nothing but power from nothing but the engine. No batteries, no hippie shit, none of that stuff. A tiny bend came up, but the only thing that Kimberly could do in this sort of situation was to let off the throttle and let the momentum she had built up carry her through the turn. A slight bumbling could be heard as she let off, the gas left in the exhaust igniting and making that pleasant noise. Very reminiscent of the Jaguar F-Type, another British creation that Kimberly liked. Of course her favorite was behind her, but that was besides the point. What really mattered were the Swedish. Oh Thor almighty... Kimberly appreciated just how well the Swedish did cars.

Kimberly tsked to herself once Ross passed her up again, shaking her head before she went down a gear, allowing the meaty point of the powerband to be better utilized as more power was sent to the wheels. She rocketed forward again, shooting past her husband as she could hear the hippie-shit + V8 fly past her. This would go on for days and days, and Kimberly would savor every moment of it.

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Ellie squinted as she looked up the path she and her partner, Seb were travelling up on. They had agreed on this particular spot for some sick wingsuiting about to go down later. Ellie was an avid wingsuiter, having it packed among her gear that she carried on her back. Although, this path wasn't a particularly pleasant one though. One mile from sea level. That was a doozie and a half once one put it into perspective. She could feel her (very well toned) muscles working pretty hard, sweat building up underneath all the thermal clothing she was wearing. The black and white North Face Terra 50 rucksack held up nicely despite the harsh conditions. Like her companion, she was using Black Diamond Viper ice picks, attached to her jacket so she didn't accidentally drop it and lose it down the mountain. That was $200 down the mountain! No way she was losing that just yet. She was against wasting money, despite the many GoPros she had "accidentally" destroyed in the process of filming. Ellie had a pink thermal jacket on, contrasting with Seb's blue jacket. A North Face beanie also rested on her blonde hair, goggles holding it down, but she wasn't using the goggles, it made her face feel funny and she wasn't too keen on having a funny feeling face

The event that would be happening once they made it to the top would be one Ellie was very enthusiastic to attack. A rougher path to ski? She was born in this sort of thing. She had been skiing for a long time, not since the very early years, but early enough for her to be excellent at this point in her life. And it didn't end at there, once the path ended, they'd be taking off like birds and carving out an uncharted path. This excited Ellie, but at the same time worrying her. It wasn't too bad though, how bad could it be? As long as she followed Seb, she would be a-okay. Ellie sighed as she continued the long, long ascent to the top, wondering when exactly she could get skiing.

Ellie shook her head as she felt a bit of snow fall on her face, sputtering and coughing as she tried to get some of it out. She continued the climb up, making sure that she proper anchors set so just in case her or Seb fell, they would be safe to continue. No worries about it. She groaned in her cute, Scottish manner, blowing snow out of her face as she shifted her way up. "Yeah, it better be fecking worth it. I'm eating your snow here..." She groaned, before continuing on with the long and tiring climb. "Footage is a big plus, I reckon we'd get a few hundred thousand? Six figure view count in a month or so. Sound good?" Ellie mused, as she slammed her ice pick into the surface below her and shifted her weight up. Seb was such a cool dude, happy to have met him that one day. Ever since then, she had been on his YouTube channel, and he had been on hers. Many people shipped them, even though they weren't exactly revealing their relationship to their fans just yet. It was too casual for that. Not yet, but Seb was definitely someone she could see herself hanging around for a long time.

Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad)

If Ross's P1 was illegal in most parts of the world, then Kimberly's Agera was the most illegal car in the world. Not like she was a stranger to anything of that sort. Her Skyline was incredibly illegal, but at the same time it was pretty legal too. She used that Japanese icon like an everyday car. Still though, how often does someone get to drive a Koenigsegg Agera? It was something the Swedish did very well, in addition to things like fish, meatballs, or cheaply made tables/dressers/desks that were a bitch to assemble. Every time she revved it, she could feel the twin-turbo V8 roar behind her. Every single rumble and bumble, the whine of both the turbos just ready to kick her harder in the butt than she had ever felt in her life. It was like that twin-turbo 5.0L V8 was a direct descendant of Thor himself, those Swedes really knew how to make a car. Kimberly wasn't a huge believer in that hippie-shit that was in the P1, Porsche 918, and LaFerrari. The technology on those cars reminded her of Priuses, and Priuses were her least favorite car in the world. Nope, she wouldn't even be caught in dead in one. Not even the racing version. The Prius was an abomination and disgrace to cars everywhere. Thank goodness cars like these existed. She wouldn't know what she wouldn't do if cars like the Prius were everywhere.

As she pulled down the road, she revved the V8 once again as a showing off. Turbos whining and everything. They were eager to be pushed to the limit, kinda like a puppy that could see the big great outdoors through the clear door that lead outside. She knew she had some sort of advantage over the P1, whether it'd be the lack of hippie shit or the power to weight ratio. As soon as Ross departed and disappeared to only-god-knows-where, Kimberly went into a different lane and gave it about 85% throttle. The punch she experience as the car's tires squealed was something she had only experienced a handful of times in her life. And she loved it every time. The V8 roared, the modern version of Thor's Mjolnir tearing down the Arabian roads. The car was fuck-your-shit fast, and by god Kimberly was having the time of her life. Within one blink, the car was already heading upwards of 175 mph, her knuckles becoming white from the amount of grip she needed to keep the car stable. 0-62 mph in 2.8 seconds. Kimberly could swear she the last time she smiled this much was when her daughter first uttered her first words. Her daughter would always hold a special place in her heart, but this was a moment she would remember forever. How often does one get to drive a 1160bhp car on a closed Arabian road? Not many people, definitely not anyone she knew (as far as she knew anyway).

The Swedish hypercar was closing in on its British counterpart rapidly, speeds climbing up and up as Kimberly gave it more throttle gradually. This was a car that would bite you in the ass if you fucked up. However, this wasn't anything she was a stranger to. Fast cars were right up her alley, and this wouldn't be a car she was afraid of. There was no car she was afraid of, no matter how insane or how incredibly bizzare it was. If it was able to be driven, Kimberly could tame it. She had a natural knack for these, but it was to be expected considering her family lineage with these. Her father owned a Ferrari 599 GTO, one of the rarest, but best Ferrari's ever created. Kimberly was sort of squinting as the brightness of the day shined down on her. It was usual for a place like this. Not a big deal. Kimberly's car had broken the 190 mph barrier, and it showed no signs of slowing down at all.

Kimberly could only smile as she zipped past her husband, her Agera just pounding down the road going as fast as it possibly could. She was hoping this road would go on forever, she did not want to get out of this car at all, ever.