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I just bring watched ALL of the new Dark Crystal! I now have nothing left to live for. I need more!
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Time to play some catch up after my short vacation! I just wish I wasn't so exhausted~!
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Need to write but my brains is all fried
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@CaptainCrunch - Do eet gurl!
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The Boardwalk
Interactions: Drake Blackmore @Ruler Inc




He mentioned that Gator Man did not, in fact, like to be called Gator Man. She tapped her forehead with the butt of her palm again. Of course, he didn't. Hadn't she just been a bit insensitive? Like when kids called her Freckle Face in elementary. She could easily understand how something like that could hurt a person's feelings. Even if it was cool as shit.

The policeman introduced himself as one of the FAMA special forces. She whistled her impressment. She'd heard of FAMA before but it had only been a brief sort of thing. Where had she heard it? Around one of the fights? Maybe she had seen it? On a pamphlet in a docs office or something? She couldn't remember, but in the end, it hardly mattered.

"I just be doin' things all sortsa backwards today, don' I? Sincerest apologies, bon ami." She made a dramatic curtsey, dropping her alligator in the process. She scooped the stuffed animal back up. "Aww, poor beastie." Shaking sand from it, she finally said, "Mah names Barbara Kimble. Most jus' call me Bobbi. Pleasure to meet ya Officah Drake Blackmore, FAMA special forces, first class." She used her best, normal American, Midwestern serious sort of accent to speak his name. "And I'd love to meet yah friend too. He's jus' peaches." She tucked the alligator back under her arm and gave him one of her famous crooked smiles.

"As for where a gal like me be from. Good ol' New Orleans, Louisiana. Down the bayou. Mama was good ol' Creole woman and Papa was a mystery. Poofed hisself intah din air dat man did." She made a soft poof sound and used her hand to mimic something exploding before floating away. "What 'bout yerself Officah Blackmore? What's an updstandin' Yankee like you doin' this fah south?" She winked at him and sipped her drink.


Location: The Mall
Interactions: None
Color: 98AC90



For Guy homecoming was miserably boring. His date had wandered off, embarrassed to be seen with some guy in an ill-fitting hand-me-down suit and driving a car older than ten years. So he had spent most of his time in a corner, drinking the punch and watching others have fun. He hadn't quite fit in at the school since the beginning. Rich kids.

So this morning he decided he was at least going to do something teenagers did. Besides, his mom's birthday was coming up so he had to shop for a gift. Sipping at his smoothie he meandered from store to store. Nothing inside seemed to interest him much. Or rather, would interest his rather strange mother. He certainly didn't want to get her more cooking things. The woman had more than plenty.

As he was looking through a window at some heels, he spied in the reflection someone familiar. He turned and found Aaliyah going into a clothes store. He hesitated too long to go after her and say hi. Wouldn't that be silly to run after her? Maybe he could just sort of... go to the same store and bump into her? Why was he freaking out about this?
None, you can literally post again right afterwards
@CaptainSully A most delightful addition! Please move him on over and feel free to join the conversations!

Edit: I especially loved your story with the parents! Golden.
@CaptainSully Yes please! I'd absolutely love to have you~




The Boardwalk
Saturday, June 11th, 2:00pm
Interactions: Watching John Doyle@Saint Maxx and Makoto Koda @Ruler Inc




Using her thumb, she popped the lime into the beer and took a sip. It was the perfect beverage for a hot, drizzly day. She let the flavor of it consume her mouth before she swallowed the liquid down. She settled all four legs of her chair back onto the floor before lifting one of her legs so the ankle rested across her thigh. She toyed with the sole of the shoe which was coming off at the toes while she continued to watch her cell phone.

She became distracted when a young Asian woman appeared and started speaking with the Lone Ranger. She looked at them but briefly before her attention was back on the flip phone. She could overhear parts of their conversation. A case. Warmonger. Robbery. Death. Money. It was very intriguing and she wished she could get closer to listen.

After a short time, the woman took a call while the man shuffled his way to the line for food. She didn't think he had been that old! It became apparent that he was doing the same thing she was. Eavesdropping. Soon the gentle curiosity between the two turned to rage. Bobbi tensed in her chair and grabbed her half-full beer bottle, ready to break it over the man's head should it be necessary. As quickly as it happened the situation defused. Cops were freakin scary man. Soon enough they said their goodbyes and Bobbi calmed down by chugging the last of her beer.

Diana still had not shown. It had been nearly an hour. She texted the girl again and waited half an hour before deciding to wander the downtown area of Charity City. She discovered a flyer advertising a festival. Hot damn! Nothing like getting wasted with co-eds and the elderly!



The Boardwalk ==> Downtown
Saturday, June 11th, 3:05pm
Interactions: Drake Blackmore @Ruler Inc




Bobbi held a monster-sized cup that twisted around and was made of plastic. Inside of it was a potent hurricane that even made her dulled tastebuds scream in delight. She meanered, pausing here and there to play some games. There was one which was the classic test of strength and she grinned. She asked the man to hold her drink. Picking up the hammer, she hefted it over her shoulder and breathed in deeply. She could feel her connection to the Vault. The energy of it began to fill and swim around her muscles. And then she swung the hammer down hard. The tiny hammer attached to the board sped upward, hit the bell with a loud clang, and dented it before coming back down. The energy dissipated from her body.

Ooops.

"Co! So many apologies Mistah. Dunno mah own strength I guess." She joked with him cordially and picked out a small stuffed animal that looked like a slightly deformed alligator. It's eyes had been sewn on crooked and looking off into different directions. Its muzzle bent upward at an odd angle and its legs splayed out while being much too short for its body. She thought it was quite cute and the man tried to offer her one of the other gators that had been made properly. "Nah, Mistah. He be perfect."

She took her drink back and headed toward the crowds. It was then she spied a vaguely familiar face. Her own freckled one lit up with a bright smile and she jogged to catch up to the man. "Oi, Mistah Ice Cream Cone. I didna know you was an officah." She skipped into step beside Drake, looking up at him with excitement in her eyes. "Yer deh friend o' dat gatah man, no?" She sipped from her drink and offered some to Drake. Her eyes widened when she realized her mistake and she used the hand holding the stuffed gator (tucked up by her armpit) to give herself a light smack on her forehead. "Oi ye, ain't I just a goose. Po-po mans can't be doin' no drinkin' on shift. Apologies bon ami." She sipped her drink again. "You be lookin' for your friend, no?"
Heya! We are in the starting phase of this campaign and would really like to have two more characters join as we have had a couple drop out. This is a romantic vacation to a number of surprise places! Not only that but The Aristophane project promises to match you up with your perfect partner! Please come take a look and join us in chat if you like! Look forward to meeting you~

roleplayerguild.com/topics/176467-tap…




Location: Homecoming ===> Home
Interactions: Breifly with Stella
Color: AD74AD



Penny stood from her table and joined some other friends in dancing and shenanigans and all-around fun. She’d had quite a bit to drink at this point but was barely feeling any of the effects. The party was soon over. She couldn’t find her date anywhere, Stella had disappeared, and she hadn’t gotten any assurance of getting with anyone this evening. Besides the fun bits with the fights, it had been a bust. Not to mention she never got the chance to drug a certain fuddy-duddy.

When she arrived home it was dark and quiet. The staff had gone home by this hour. Lonely. She ran a hand through her curls only to get her fingers tangled in her hair. She grimaced as she worked them out and tossed the clutch she had brought onto the kitchen counter. Penny opened up a bottle of vodka and some orange juice. She used it as a chaser for each sip of vodka she took from the bottle.

Plopping down on the couch she began to search through her phone to find anyone to spent the night with. Most of her usual lovers were out of town or with their families. She had even gone so far to text Max and even more desperately Kavi. Neither answered. She leaned her head back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. She loathed being alone. It gave her too much time to think. So, she chugged from the liquor bottle and then a drink of juice. Maybe if she got black out drunk enough she wouldn’t have to think about things.

The next morning she awoke to find the empty bottle of vodka next to her on the couch and the orange juice spilled on the table. Blearily she rubbed her eyes and yawned before cleaning up her mess. She didn’t have much of a hangover and a line of coke did wonders to wake her up refreshed. The young woman showered and took the time to straighten her hair today. Make-up applied and a simple tank paired with daisy dukes and her school sweater completed her look.

Penny spent much of her day preparing snacks, drinks, and the pool for Stella’s eventual arrival. Her heart and smile beamed when she got the text message from her cute little star. Penny quickly wrote back:

Looking forward to it lovie. :kissyface:








Location: Homecoming ===> Home
Interactions: Breifly with Papa Ro
Color: E0633C



Kavan, as any gentleman would, had worried over her. When there was the mention of calling an ambulance she had been adamant that she was fine. They should just go home. She hated ambulances. And the people inside of them. And she would rather die of a heartattack than ride in one of those death traps.

So home she went. On the ride her heart settled and she felt that she was doing much better - even talling Kavan so. The limo dropped them off. She waved awkwardly to Kavan and thanked him before going inside. She greeted her fathers who cooed and wanted to know all the details. Bea told them everything. Even about the part where her heart had started to hurt. The fathers of course worried and the girl was then rushed to the hospital where one of Papa Elliot’s doctor friends looked her over. She was pronounced completely healthy and it was likely just a panic attack.

Bea rolled her eyes at this diagnosis. She NEVER panicked. Okay, maybe she tended to panic but it tpically ended with things being thrown or a screaming breakdown. None of this heart hurting business. Her dads accepted this and back home they went. After a quick shower and make-up scrubbed from her face she curled up into her bed for a good night’s rest.

The next morning she was greeted by that lovely scent of coffee. She wandered down the stairs in her loose white long sleeve and She-Ra pajama pants. Rubbing her eyes she plopped down at the breakfast counter and found that a mug of black coffee had mysteriously appeared in front of her. The tired girl didn’t question it and just sipped. Peeled oranges, apples, and one buttermilk pancake were the next things placed before her. The syrup was in a small ramikan next to her plate, she could not stand it if the syrup was actually on the pancake. She had to dip it. She looked up to find Papa Ro leaning against the counter and sipping his own cup of coffee.

“Wheres Papa E?” she inquired.

“Called in to work, client needs to discuss a face lift right now or some such.” He chuckled lightly and the girl ate her breakfast with no other comment.

When she finished she asked, “Could I have some friends over?”

“Course, whoever. I’ll be in my office working on some designs if you need me.” He grabbed his cup, kissed the top of her bushy head, and disappeared down the hall. Bea flipped open her cell phone and individually sent out the same text message to each person while she finished her coffee.

Want to come over? Watch stupid movies and shit?


This text message was sent to Georgie, Jun, Mara, Millie, and Aaliyah.

She almost sent one to Jordan too. But the thought of him having had so much fun with Chanel. Never coming to say hello. Disappearing. Her heart began to hurt again and she clutched the front of her shirt. Breathing steadily the hurt went away. No… maybe it wouldn’t be good to invite him. Would she look too clingy? Bea flipped the phone shut again and placed the dishes in the sink.
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