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I'm not kissing Wraith's ass, dude. I'm just saying that it looks a lot more well put together than everyone else's sheets.
Also, that's a dead meme and you should be ashamed of yourself.
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STATUS: "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait." 2 yrs ago
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"When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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Le Rageface.
Gonna go ahead and add another Alien / Metahuman into the mix.
I am interested. Hit me up if spots become available.
T H O M A S C A M P B E L L:
Thursday, May 25TH - 22:41 PM | The Narrows - New Lilith
A Thursday night, one the youth of New Lilith spent studying for their next final at the Grimm University, or drinking in the company of good friends. That is however not where one would find the twenty-three year old Native of Longhorn City. Thomas Campbell had something in common with the less socially skilled of the young ones - he spent his night glued to his computer screen with his headset on. Unlike his peers, however, he did not spend his night playing video games, watching Youtube, or even porn. He spent his night watching security footage, and listening to the police scanner, trying to pick up on anything he could. He was watching security footage from a grocery store robbery that had happened the night before - while the Behemoth was robbing New Lilith First National bank.
The Grocery store's clerk, Gary Smith, a man from the same Neighbourhood as Thomas here in New Lilith, The Narrows. Had tried to fight off the robber, and gotten a gunshot to the chest to show for it. He was in critical condition at New Lilith General Hospital, the same one Thomas's mother was in, he was going to see her today, but he was too busy with this Grocery Store robbery, this was the fifth in two weeks, the guy on the security footage matched the one on all of the other tapes, 6'3, burly build, olive skin and a two snakes tattoo'd on his left forearm, his shirt pulled up to reveal it. That, and the 9mm Beretta Pistol he used was the same in all of the robberies. It was sloppy, at best. Damn right stupid at worst. This was work a rookie police detective should be able to solve, but, this was New Lilith, and it was only happening in the Narrows, no one in the Police Department cares what happens to three poor innocent people in the Narrows, they never had for the ten years Thomas had lived here.
The police scanner picked something out.
"A Code 64 on Third and Jefferson, One injured with a gunshot, one suspect heading east on foot. Available units can check it out if you have the time." The cops never had the time to head down here. Not now, not ever.
It was just a couple of blocks away, and it could very well be Thomas's Man. He stood up from his chair at the desk, and turned around, the light from the computer screen reflecting off of the two massive silhouettes coming from the man's back. Walking to his closet, he grabbed his gear, the bulletproof vest with the etched out POLICE marking, his black leather jacket, his leather gloves with reinforced knuckles and fingers. Putting the rock-salt loaded shotgun in his leg holster, securing it with the leather strap. He pulled the hood over his blond hair and flexed the wings on his back, heading out towards his balcony on the top floor. He was faster than any Police Cruiser, and you couldn't outrun him on the ground - for he controlled the skies.
He was Angel, and he lived up to name.
The Grocery store's clerk, Gary Smith, a man from the same Neighbourhood as Thomas here in New Lilith, The Narrows. Had tried to fight off the robber, and gotten a gunshot to the chest to show for it. He was in critical condition at New Lilith General Hospital, the same one Thomas's mother was in, he was going to see her today, but he was too busy with this Grocery Store robbery, this was the fifth in two weeks, the guy on the security footage matched the one on all of the other tapes, 6'3, burly build, olive skin and a two snakes tattoo'd on his left forearm, his shirt pulled up to reveal it. That, and the 9mm Beretta Pistol he used was the same in all of the robberies. It was sloppy, at best. Damn right stupid at worst. This was work a rookie police detective should be able to solve, but, this was New Lilith, and it was only happening in the Narrows, no one in the Police Department cares what happens to three poor innocent people in the Narrows, they never had for the ten years Thomas had lived here.
The police scanner picked something out.
"A Code 64 on Third and Jefferson, One injured with a gunshot, one suspect heading east on foot. Available units can check it out if you have the time." The cops never had the time to head down here. Not now, not ever.
It was just a couple of blocks away, and it could very well be Thomas's Man. He stood up from his chair at the desk, and turned around, the light from the computer screen reflecting off of the two massive silhouettes coming from the man's back. Walking to his closet, he grabbed his gear, the bulletproof vest with the etched out POLICE marking, his black leather jacket, his leather gloves with reinforced knuckles and fingers. Putting the rock-salt loaded shotgun in his leg holster, securing it with the leather strap. He pulled the hood over his blond hair and flexed the wings on his back, heading out towards his balcony on the top floor. He was faster than any Police Cruiser, and you couldn't outrun him on the ground - for he controlled the skies.
He was Angel, and he lived up to name.
@Hillan Wait, is the ship called the Marina or the Marinara? Because you've used both in successive posts.
It's what's in the OP. I'm just a bit of an idiot.
Right, I want you all to know I'm still alive and interested and hopefully have a slot. I just happened to get absolutely steamrolled by finals, which kind of demanded my whole attention this past week and change what with me leaving a bunch of final papers for the last second. Should be cleared up now, was trying to write a new character which I'll get to.
No worries!
Soon the Scrapyard Pirate ship was close enough, the vessel was one of their larger ones, but not one of their warships. That was what Ax figured, anyway. He had read every report the Marines had on the Scrapyard Pirates, not that there was a whole lot of those, as their leaders were all shrouded in mystery, even from the Marines. No scout whom had tussled with their higher ups had ever made it to a safe place to write a report. Ax was looking stoic as the cannon balls hit their hull, the ship's hull surely was durable enough, and the helmsmen were all skilled at maneuvering the Marinara. Frejya came up next to him, pointing out that the Scrapyard pirates surely weren't very smart. The cannons fired on their own vessel, the volleys meeting in the air, their cannons did all but nothing to the Pirate vessel. Ax shook his head, as he walked over to one of the cannon-men and grabbed one of the cannonballs, his hand being coated in his black haki as he put his foot up on the railing, taking aim.
With a enough force to make the entire Marinara to quake, Ax threw the haki-covered cannonball as hard as he could. The ball created a luft pressure wave around it as it soared through the air at the Scrapyard ship, hitting it's second mast, blowing part of it away, cheers rang out from members of the G5, but Ax didn't have any of it. "Focus." Was all he said, as the Scrapyard ship's engines roared loud enough for the G5 to hear it, and the ship moved faster towards them.
"They're gonna ram a Marine Warship? That's an interesting strategy..." Equal parts amused as concerned.
With a enough force to make the entire Marinara to quake, Ax threw the haki-covered cannonball as hard as he could. The ball created a luft pressure wave around it as it soared through the air at the Scrapyard ship, hitting it's second mast, blowing part of it away, cheers rang out from members of the G5, but Ax didn't have any of it. "Focus." Was all he said, as the Scrapyard ship's engines roared loud enough for the G5 to hear it, and the ship moved faster towards them.
"They're gonna ram a Marine Warship? That's an interesting strategy..." Equal parts amused as concerned.
I'm fucking obsessed with these filters
Your tits are OK, I guess.
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