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Haven was ecstatic. It wasn't often that people took a liking to her when they hardly knew her so the fact that Leon was eager to show off to her delighted her. He was so cool. He was very cute, had an amazing smile, and seemed to enjoy talking to her. If she wasn't careful, she was going to develop a crush. Those never ended well in foster houses. It either lead to the foster parents making a huge deal about it and separating the kids or hurt feelings with someone you had to live with on a daily basis. Haven wasn't interested in getting tangled in either of those messes. She pushed her feelings down, smiled slightly, stood up and put a snarky edge in her voice when she replied, "Well, then. How about you show me what you got?"
Yesssss - single paragraph posting ftw.
It all happened so fast. One minute Max as on the floor with her life flashing before her eyes - her childhood, her parents, the fact that she hadn’t called her sister in almost a week - and the next the blonde was off of her, pushed against the wall by a huge man. He swiftly removed her head from her body. With his bare hands. He turned to Max, a massive dark figure looming over her on the floor. His wild, fire red eyes burned into her own. She could hardly breathe. What the hell? He had swooped in at the very second he needed her. Like a dark angel of death. But not her own death; rather, a dark guardian angel. It’s him. It has to be him. She sat up slightly, but remained seated on the floor. She scooted back, using the wall for support. Even if she was right about this stranger being her sire, it didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous. He was a purebred vampire, after all. It would take little to no effort on his part to wipe her from existence. Max glanced over at the remains of the vampire he had killed. What was left of the ashen blonde was evidence enough that Max was in the presence of a badass killer. But, oddly enough, she felt no fear. In fact, all she felt was safe and…at home. And curious. Always curious. It was this curiosity that prompted a question in her head. It was an inappropriate question considering the circumstances. She wasn’t going to ask how he got there, how he knew she was in trouble or how he even knew who she was. She was going to ask the wrong question of a man who had just taken a life right in front of her eyes. The one question that always burned in her. “Are you him?”
“Alright Maddie, I’m gonna need you to lean a little farther forward.” Maddie tilted her hips, her chest pushing prominently forward with her legs spread uncomfortably far apart. The lace teddy she wore barely covered anything and the fabric was grating against her skin. “That’s great babe, now look surprised.” What the hell? Maddie thought. This was a shoot for a catalog, not a porn intro. She flatlined her lips and cocked an eyebrow. The man behind the camera grimaced and moved from his crouched position on the floor to a stand. His accent suggested his Austrailian origin but had a slight Eastern US overlay, as if he had moved to the States when he was young. “Alright, that’s not right. How about something more relaxed? You’re on a beach and you see the man of your dreams out in the water…” With that image, Maddie burst out laughing. Man of my dreams, yeah right. She stood straight and held up her hand.

“I’m gonna need five minutes. I’m thirsty.” It wasn’t true but she needed a break anyway. She grabbed the satin robed placed just off to the right of the photoshoot area and draped it across herself. Modeling was getting to be a drag. Her dream had always been to act but she took advantage of the modeling opportunity when it surfaced. Besides, it’s not like she could complain about her life. She had more money than she knew what to do with, she was told she was beautiful on a daily basis, and, after a shoot or two was done, her free time was her own. She reached the table that held numerous water bottles, grabbed one and cracked it open. She downed half of it just as her assistant reached her. The nervous looking Asian man lightly tapped her elbow. Maddie turned and cocked her infamous eyebrow again.

“Miss Tyler,” the man began in a soft voice. Too soft for a man, really. “There’s a package waiting for you.” He looked over his heavily rimmed glasses. He motioned toward the back of the studio, where assistants for other people were wandering around. “I left it back here.” He finished.

Maddie set the bottle down and followed him. His name was Greg. Or was it Craig? She wasn’t sure to be honest. She had had three assistants start and quit in the last month. Craig made number four. It wasn’t as if Maddie was hard to work with. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She had always been a person to take care of herself and do things for herself. Her modeling contract, however, dictated that she needed an assistant. It was supposed to relieve the models of weight on their shoulders but it seemed more of hindrance to Maddie than anything. They reached the back of the studio and he handed over a padded envelope. When Maddie grabbed it from his hands, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Maddie looked over the package. It was a computer generated label and had no return address. She opened it, tipped it in her hand and a heavy necklace fell out. It was antique looking and held a large, emerald color stone in the middle. She glanced inside the envelope to see if there was a note or something but it was empty. She dropped the envelope and held the necklace up to the light. There seemed to be some sort of inscription around the edge of where the stone was held. Maddie rubbed at it slightly but it was still too tarnished to read.

“Miss Tyler! We’re ready when you are please!” The photographer shouted across the room. Maddie lifted her head up at him and smiled slightly. She looked back at the necklace in her hand and walked back to the shooting area. She walked right up to the photographer and held up the necklace.

“What do you think about adding this to the shot, Jack?”
He was looking down at his camera, fiddling with the lens when replied.

“Sure babe, whatever.” He didn’t even look up as she placed the necklace around her neck. Immediately her legs gave out and she collapsed on the floor. Her head spun in circles and everything went black. Then, a blindingly bright light shot through her vision and a gravelly voice spoke to her. You are mine now. I am yours. We are Earth and we are together. Maddie couldn’t place the voice as male or female. It held of twinge of authority that made her shiver. All the sudden the spinning and the light stopped. Maddie opened her eyes to see Jack and Craig standing over her. Jack was speaking to her but she couldn’t hear him. Craig looked worried. Craig always looked worried.
“Babe? Babe? Can you hear me? Maddie?” Jack’s voice finally pierced through the cloud hanging in Maddie’s ears. She sat up, sweat pouring down her face. “Maddie?” He asked again. She took a deep breath.

“Wow, what happened?” she asked. She took the bottle of water Craig held out to her and took a small sip.

“You passed out,” Craig answered. “Do you need something more to eat?” He pushed his glasses up farther on his nose and shifted slightly on his feet. Maddie heard Jack mumble something about a hangover and she ignored him. She would never drink the night before a job. She looked up at Craig again.

“Actually,” she replied as she took his hand and stood, “I think I’m done for today. I’d like to go back to my hotel room. Tell Jack that if he hasn’t gotten his shot, we can reschedule for another day.” She turned and walked out of the studio, still in her lace teddy and still wearing the emerald necklace.
@impervious @Symphoni Do you think Freyja would be interested in a friendship trio with Persephone and Anubis? I feel like the three of them would get along very well - shopping, talking about guys, cappuccinos, beach days, etc?
@Scarifar@RedXCross@Diggerton@TaliPaendrag@BreakingMe@Mass City

Who wants to set up a Skype group dedicated to the game? I stole the idea from Red's!


Can you walk me through how this would work? Like, we all video chat each other? I'm cool with that except I think I'm on a different time zone than most everyone else.
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That sounds really fun :D

Although they likely live in different countries so it might be a bit tricky--but there's always video chatting and such, and they could hold it in the same place every year :)


Persephone is a very free, nomadic spirit, so traveling wherever/whenever isn't abnormal for her. Plus, as CEO of her company, its likely that she has vacation homes in many areas. *shrug*
In Closed 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll make a guy. But I haven't played one before so I may suck, lol. I'll Have a CS up in 12 - 14 hrs.
@Undine

What do you think of Benzaiten and Persephone doing some sort of charity gala together? Like Benz brings in local artists and Seph brings shelter pets in, the artists paint/sculpt/draw the pets, then auction the art while Seph sets up adoptions for the pets via the artists or art buyers/donors. It could be an annual thing they do together. It could be a huge social event that all the gods attend. We could make it very formal and dramatic. A masquerade would be fun. But I may be getting ahead of myself, lol.

Edit: @Apokalipse Your dog trainer could auction lessons.
I put effort into a CS to make my char a realistic but entertaining person. Then the GM posts their CS after mine and their char is so desperately a Mary Sue that I debate myself - to run or not to run.
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