Flightless_Soul

Being Human

Of course Matt was being a d-bag just so the guy would piss off. Never, not even on his most desperate level would he think of touching that shit, seeing how much heroin f*cked up some of his classmates in Dresden, and how his mom got so strung out on the shit, she wound up blowing her head off Kurt Cobain style. So naturally, when the guy tried to mention he knew a place to score some, Matt refused in typical fashion, "Yeah, might look like a junkie, but I don't shoot up, man. Plus what the f*ck am I giving you?" Really what would you give some creepy f*ck on the streets who kept harassing you, besides......yeah not going there. Finally, Matt had enough, "Look pops, I'll make a deal with you," and a rather risky move he was pulling. Soon, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and flipped out his switchblade, igniting it instantly in flames. "If you don't get the f*ck outta my way, I'll fry your f*cking insides till they pop!"

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

Jambo1117 said
I think I'll probably be the best at first line? Can I pop a grenade in there? Just make the bomb explode that way? EOD guys, dropping a grenade in there, and then walking off all smug as it blows. ---That's the dream.

When the reality is hauling ass and dolphin diving before the thing goes off XD

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

"Hell, half them damn d-boys got their heads so far up their asses they can't even smell shit." Kevin dryly quipped. Even for a soldier, it wasn't right at all to disrespect a woman. Any Texas boy would know that, and to disrespect a woman as fine looking as Kenny, you'd have to be a dumbass. "Hope none of them boys were givin' y'all a hard time, ma'am." At least Lieutenant Jax got on top of them disrespectful privates. If it were up to Kevin, he'd have them digging foxholes with a fucking spoon sunup to sundown. Upon hearing the Captain's orders, Kevin saluted, a big grin crossing his scruffy face, "Yes sir. My eyes are y'alls, Captain."

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

Kevin took one last swig of his beer, his face going sour at those final few drops warm on the tongue. "Aww hell." He cursed chucking down the bottle and standing up, flipping his rifle on safe and stuffing it back in his gun bag. He noticed a few of the soldiers in the base were finally getting their lazy asses in gear, but you couldn't blame Kevin for being an early riser. Hell, his paw was always dragging his ass out of bed at 0-500 just to shoot some whitetail bucks. Likewise, he hasn't had much sleep after his last outing, six damn days on top of a dad-gum mountain and he didn't fire a single shot. Well, lucky he didn't cause there were no hajis firing on him or his buddies. Slinging the rifle bag over his shoulder, the gunny swaggered over to the others, chimin' in, "Y'all say huntin'? This boy's ready to go." He looked over at Kenny, giving her a little coon smile, "Howdy." Then he turned to the captain, giving a salute, "Weapon inspection complete, sir. She's as clean as a whistle."

Life as a Soldier: Life on base (OOC)

A cold, frosty Budweiser beside his field-stripped M40A3, Kevin briskly wrenched his swab rod dipped in oil through the barrel while a small radio next to him mournfully belted out "Tuesday's Gone" by Lynyrd Skynyrd through a few random cracks and pops of static. His tired, hazel eyes wrought with bloodshot veins glanced towards the sun gleaming over the peaks of the Kyber Pass. "Another day in the Stan." He thought to himself scratching the stubble on his rough chin and returning to cleaning his rifle. He was a Marine, a Devil Dog and damn proud of it, and if Kevin knew anything, a damn good Marine always took damn good care of his rifle. After swabbing the barrel and cleaning the dirt out of the receiver, Kevin expertly put the gun back together piece by tiny piece before pulling back the bolt with a resounding click. He remembered the first time he heard that sound, July 6, 2005, Camp Pendleton.

Being Human

Vortex said
"Boy!" He called out "If you would be so kind as to wait" he said walking behind him "You would have heard and perhaps even be interested in a deal... No, trade is a better word I think. Tell me! What is it you want in life? More than anything else? Is it money? Power? Dare I say drugs? Or perhaps Something else...?

Aww shit! The guy was following him now! Matt was already getting pissed off by the incessant religious fanatic, the anger quite literally fueling a fire raging under his skin, and if this dipshit wasn't careful, he was going to end up a pile of ashes and blackened bones....just like Matt's prick of a dad. After hearing a bit of this old bag banter on though about making some deal, it occurred to Matt he wasn't some televangelist rip-off. A bitter huff of air filled with smoke escaping from his lips, Matt whipped around glaring coldly at the man, "Why? You got any?" He quipped at the man's mention of drugs, a bit quizzical since this guy didn't look like the typical dope slinger . "What you got? Smack? Speed? Rock? Angel Dust? Acapulco Gold? Nothing? Well, f*ck you then." And with that he walked off again. If that d!ckhead kept tailing Matt, he was sure to be lit up like a fat joint.

Being Human

Vortex said
He saw a young lad in ripped clothing and a black hoodie up ahead whom Willis decided he may as well try to trade with "You there lad!"

Matt moved his eyes from staring down at the dingy concrete to the face of the old man talking to him, cocking his pierced eyebrow as he took another drag on his cig and breathed smoke into the man's face. "You talking to me, gramps?" Matt inquired gesturing to himself. "The f*ck you want?" The old bag was dressed all spiffy like, a nice suit, shoes, hair slicked back, the works. Matt figured he was some preacher, out to shove indoctrination down the throat of "the sinners" living in the bad side of the city while he and his rich gobshite friends pocketed the offerings and made off like thieves....dirty ass thieves. Coldly he brushed past the prick, shoulder checking him and continuing along the sidewalk while taking another drag off his cigarette. He thought of that girl he saw. Maybe he would run into her again. Maybe she might drop by the Human Canvas for some ink courtesy of Matt. His coworkers always said he was f*cking Picasso with a tattoo gun.

The Woman in Black: A Cold War Spy/Assassin RP

OOC is up!

The Woman in Black: A Cold War Spy/Assassin RP

1964....

It is the height of the Cold War, and after the Cuban Missile Crisis, tensions between the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. are at a boiling point. Nuclear war is but a stepping stone away, and it could take but a small nudge to tip the scales and unleash Armageddon. Such an event occurs on the night of October 12 in Moscow. Karloff Brennestein, a German scientist and weapons manufacturer who defected to the Soviet Union after World War II, was murdered in his hotel room, from which were stolen top secret plans and documents. The killer has yet to be identified, and the only clue the hotel security can give was it was a woman dressed in black. Now both the CIA and the KGB are on the hunt for the mysterious assassin with several questions coming to mind: Who is she? Who does she work for? Why did she steal Brennestein's plans? And most importantly.....what was Brennestein planning?

As an agent of either the CIA or the KGB, it is your task to hunt down the elusive Woman in Black, however, you will also be keeping tabs on your enemies as well and trying to sabotage their progress by any way possible. The Cold War is a war fought with espionage and intelligence, but brute force is necessary at times, so guns are allowed. Keep in mind, the guns must match the period, (IE: There were no M4s or G36Cs in 1964. The AK-47 however is acceptable, as is the M16A1). The Woman in Black will also be hunting you as well, making sure you never steal or retrieve Brennestein's plans. Some agents might even come in contact with her as the story progresses.

THE RULES

- "Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room!" No fighting in the OOC, no flame wars, no bitching, etc. Don't be a troll or I'll kick you out from under your bridge....and the RP as well. Civil arguments and discussions are welcomed, but if it gets out of hand, I will break it up.

- "Viewer discretion is advised." Keep the adult stuff to at least a PG-13 level. Gore, drug usage and cussing like a sailor is cool with me, but as for sex, take it to the PMs if it gets past the necking phase. Also be considerately realistic. You're not going to rip out some dude's entrails with your bare hands.

-"If you're going to San Fransisco. Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair." Actually, if you have to be gone for a long amount of time, like more than a day or two, please let me know in advance. I understand life can be hectic for some and throw alot of curveballs time to time, and some of us have to deal with school, work, avoiding the landlord, etc, so I will gladly stall the rp. However, if you do not tell me, I will have to instate the three strike law, meaning if you don't respond in three days, your character will be insta-killed.

-(Ehh.....Insert 60s quote about education here) Oh noes, I ran out of quotes! Anywho, if you have any questions about the RP or you want to suggest something, feel free to ask either here or in the PMs. I'll do my best to answer it, and if I think your idea is a perfect addition the RP, you'll get the green light.

-"Stick to the Program" Yeah yeah, it wasn't a quote from the 60s, but try to at least be 50-60% historically accurate. I'll be lenient and allow a few innacuracies, since I understand it can be difficult for some to do a historical RP, but for the love of God, Zeus, and Cthulu, please don't throw in mechs and superpowers! This ain't Metal Gear folks......though that is cool *scurries back to play Snake Eater*

-And the most important rule of all.......Wear a condom....eh I mean....HAVE FUN!!!!!.....but seriously use some protection >.>;

-Also if you read all these rules, please put "Mein Fuhrer! I can walk!" under your CS. (Sorry, huge Doctor Strangelove fan, as you can tell >.>)

THE CS
Appearance: (Optional, but real pictures only, no anime)
Name:
Alias/Codename:
Age:
CIA or KGB?:
Short Bio:

The RP will start in Moscow just after Brennestein's murder.

CHARACTERS

CIA

Joseph Straughtenberg
Kendall Hobbs
White Fox

KGB

Charlie Romero
Vasily Konyakov

SIS

Black Rook

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I might hop on this one as well. Seems alot of my RPs are either slow or going downhill.