Flightless_Soul

Lords of the Underworld

Hmm, I might give this a try.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

"H-huh?" The sweet voice of her friend seemed to have pulled her from whatever daze she was in. Harley, she could barely remember anything else before. There was something about an assignment and...lab coats? "Oh! Hang on! Lemme see!" She replied with a genuine smile of her own. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out her slightly crumpled schedule and smoothed it out on the table, skimming over it shortly. "Hmm, let's see here...Hey! Looks like I got a free period next!
Y'all got anything?" Harley turned to Natalia sporting a grin.

Phew! Good! I dunno if I can take any more classes right now! It'll be good just to take a break, get my mind clear. Hopefully, Nat's got free period too so we can hang out. Umm...that is...if she ain't mad at me still. I mean, I don't reckon she is, but...

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"Miss Lewis." Mr. Felton grinned shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad you have arrived on such short notice. I was worried nobody would be coming for poor Samuel here."

It warmed his heart too to see how close Sam and Amelia were to this woman. It made him think of perhaps how he wanted to be to his new son. Admittedly, even for a man set for life, being a father was a tough responsibility, and he had hoped in this city, his son didn't end up on the wrong side of the tracks...like his brother.

Adjusting his specs, the man smiled giving a nod. "Well now, I'm glad to see the situation is under control." But suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. "If you'll excuse me, I need to take this. Again, Miss Lewis, thank you for taking care of Samuel. Goodbye now." He smiled again turning around and pulling his phone from the pocket of his blazer...but when he saw the contact name, he frowned and sighed bitterly.

No...not him, dammit.

Call From:
Darren Felton

Meanwhile, Helena struggled a bit holding Samuel up. Kid looked like hammered shit to her and felt like he stood in front of an industrial heater all day long. Hearing that that Grace chick was their nanny kinda surprised her. A nanny? Jeez, these kids must be loaded as fuck. Well I mean they have to be to be attending this fancy ass school.

She'll admit too...it bothered her to see how loving the woman was.

Turning away from the sight of Amelia hugging the woman, she grimaced, even listening to how saccharine her words were to the little nerd. Gag! Talk about a cuteness overload! I'd rather listen to my dad or Darry yelling at me over this shit...then again...

"Hey kid." Helena looked down at Samuel. "You feeling okay? You're not gonna turn into a zombie or start puking blood, are you?" Dryly Helena quipped. To be fair, she was a little concerned, especially when the kid pretty much looked like the walking dead.

medieval /fantasy

Planting flag

Crazy Supernatural World

65...75...85... the speedometer climbed higher and higher as the cruiser was blazing through city streets at breakneck. Red's foot hammered on the gas, her eyes dead forward with tunnel vision. The rookie gripped the passenger door handle till his knuckles turned white, all the while feeling as if he was fusing to his seat from the immense speed his partner was driving.



Sure enough as they drove onto Sycamore, they saw the fleeing purse snatcher and the woman who was possibly the victim of this petty theft.

"That's him! That's our boy!" Michael hollered pointing at the black clad robber.

Rebecca threw the cruiser into a skid slamming on the brakes and threw it in park quickly radioing in. "This is 172 David! We have visual on suspect! Moving to apprehend, over!"

Suddenly after, both officers piled out brandishing their tasers on the robber, Red yelling to the top of her lungs, "POLICE! Drop the purse, NOW!"

But the robber merely looked back and kept on running. Red huffed angrily, already in pursuit of him. "Son of a-! Rookie, you take care of the lady, I'm going after him!"

Tamriel: World in Flames

^{Maybe I should've made a Dark Souls RP}

Crazy Supernatural World

@Blueflame Uh..... Say Blue saw the robber?

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

m.youtube.com/watch?v=-LKbYhEwUoE

Finally, the bell rang. Just a few more minutes and Harley could get out of this classroom. Closing her notebook and her textbook, she sat quietly with a slightly glum expression hanging on her face, waiting for Miss Maeda to dismiss the class. Meanwhile, she couldn't fight it as much as she tried. The pain of knowing her brother's life was hanging in the balance, it ravaged her inside. She tried not to let it show, tried not to let it bother her or the blonde beside her. She felt bad for being disappointed at her friend, and for an incredibly petty reason too.

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"Oh, hello there." Mr. Felton was a little taken back by the woman's sudden appearance, yet he put on a sincere smile. This must have been the person Amelia had mentioned earlier. Letting Sam down carefully, he approached the woman and presented his hand, "I'm Louis Felton, the photography teacher. You must be here for Samuel. I heard his parents were out of the country and I was just about to contact them after we brought Sam back to the infirmary."

At that moment, Felton noticed behind the woman a red haired student trudging through the hallway...pale as a ghost and with a troubled look. Helena was her name, a bright student she was in his class, but she never attended much, if any. "Ah, Miss Helena!" Hs tried to flag her down. "I'm glad you decided to join us for once. I haven't seen you in class lately. Is everything okay?"

Helena looked at the teacher then to the kid Amelia was attempting to hold up. Jeez, kid looked like he was smoked. "Yeah. Everything's cool, Lou. Just uh...dealing with some issues." Helena's voice was quiet and kind of shaky.

Mr. Felton frowned. "Well, Helena, I would love for you to talk to me about these um...issues, but right now might not be the best time. Do you mind helping Amelia carry Samuel to the infirmary?"

Helena thought about it for a moment then shrugged, slipping her arm under Sam's and helping him stand. Sure Mr. Felton. I think I'll just carry Patient Zero to the infirmary instead. Oh no, I wasn't threatened at all by my junkie boss!

Tamriel: World in Flames

"And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world.
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."

What if a Dragonborn never appeared? What if Alduin did succeed in turning Skyrim, nay, all of Tamriel into a scorched and blackened wasteland?
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?

Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"

Long story short, the Dovahkiin never appeared, Alduin and his brethren burned everything and the world fell apart. Now you have to survive in a world ruled by dragons or die like a bitch horribly. The RP is set mainly in Skyrim, but could branch out to the other continents of Tamriel and possibly even past Tamriel (at GM's discretion). For now, I only have two factions in mind, The Dragon Cult and the Order of the Nine. The Order of the Nine is a resistance group in Skyrim that formed after the Dragon Apocalypse of the Fourth Era. The Dragon Cult are twisted worshippers of the Dragons who sacrifice mortals to them and punish "heretics" Inquisition style.

Other factions may appear such as maybe the Companions, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild, etc., but the role they play may or may not be insignificant.

Anywho, that's all I got. Any takers? I'll give you a sweetroll! :D

Crazy Supernatural World

@Blueflame You has my approval

Crazy Supernatural World

Looked like it was going to be another lazy afternoon here in the city, Rebecca thought as she and a rookie cop by the name of Michael Winterbourne sat in her cruiser parked in an adjacent alleyway facing toward city park. While she gnoshed on a doublemeat cheeseburger and sucked down a chocolate shake rather hungrily, she listened to the idle chatter coming over the scanner. Sounded as though there was nothing to be in a hurry about. Mostly just routine traffic stops and all.

Finishing what was left of his fries, her partner Thorton leaned back in his seat, giving a yawn and a lengthy stretch.

"Too tame for you, rookie?" Red asked swallowing down her last bite. She crumpled up her burger wrapper and threw it out the window.

"Hell, Baghdad was more lively than this." The man replied with a chuckle.

Red rose an eyebrow. "Military man, huh? What branch?" She asked.

Michael smiled, "Marines. Served about oh....four years in Iraq. Went right into academy after I got discharged. You serve too?"

Red nodded, "Army for me. Eighth Platoon, Bravo Company. Afghanistan. Would've made Delta if I didn't take a damn bullet to the leg, but being a cop ain't so bad. At least I get to be on SWAT."

"Yeah, door kicking and drug busting!" Michael laughed. "That's the life right there. Only problem is you don't get much action like that in this city, maybe the occasional theft, but that's about it. You ask me, it's way too damn peaceful here."

"Yep." Red had to admit. She frowned slightly, "Gotta agree with you there, rookie. Seems like instead of busting crooks all the time, we're just filling out paperwork for the chief. Sure does get boring after a while." She sighed.

Suddenly, as if to answer their pleas, the radio cracked with static before the dispatcher announced,

172 David, we have a robbery in progress on 573 Sycamore Street. Suspect was last seen on foot carrying a large, brown leather purse heading east. How copy, over?"

Red could not grab the mic any quicker, squelching it and giving a curt reply, "10-4, Dispatch! We're on our way, over and out!" She started the cruiser and flipped on the lights and sirens, hastily buckling her seatbelt with a wide grin. "'Bout damn time! Hang on, rookie!" The cruiser tore out of the alleyway soon after, tires screeching and sirens blaring.