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Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Tis my Birthday tomorrow, so I probably won't be around for most of the day, but I'll try and respond to any PM's etc as best I can.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

“Your breakfast, madam.”

Nyxvira lay back on her sun lounger, beneath the cover of a patio umbrella. Her smoldering red tangles were cast back across the crisp cushions, and rhinestone sunglasses sheltered her golden eyes from the blazing california sun.

“Put it over there.” She gestured limply at a nearby table. Her waiter placed the piping hot full english breakfast down, before bowing his head and retreating back inside the glass-roofed penthouse kitchen.

The rooftop pool which lay before her rippled ever-so-slightly in the cool breeze, which whipped past the distant peaks of skyscrapers and department stores. A sea of steel and glass stretched out all around her, whilst the water of the swimming pool shimmered lightly beneath the sun’s glow.

Dressed in a black and white bikini which barely held in her humongous body, Nyxvira lazily scooped the Santa Somabra Sentinel up off of the bedside table, ruffling its crumpled papers in her chubby hands.

Shop Owner’s Brutal Dismemberment Related to Somabra Slayer

The frontpage headline rushed out to meet her.

Drekmishrev Ebonlance, owner of the up-market clothes store “Drekmishrev’s”, was found mutilated in his apartment in Dawnpeak Heights. An unnamed source within the SSPD told this reporter, on good authority, that the police suspect this to be the next in a long line of dismemberments carried out by the Somabra Slayer. A blue-haired female was also found dead in the apartment, who police have yet to identify.

Nyxvira couldn’t help but smile.

The killing had been related to the Somabra Slayer, but not in the way that one might expect. Nyxie understood the sociopathic mindset. She knew how serial killers thought. The pride, the ego, the narcissism. She had put out the hit on Drekmishrev, and made sure some very particular substances were found inside him. The semen wouldn’t be identified, but the SSPD would be certain that it belonged to the Somabra Slayer; a pathetic homosexual freak, who couldn’t control his most base desires.

He’d be angry. He’d want revenge. He’d lash out, and he’d make a mistake.

Or may he wouldn't.

Nyxvira had been wanting to get rid of Drekmishrev since she’d be turned down in favour of the Dark Elf at Vincent Tűzst’s Christmas party.

Picking up a knife and fork, Nyxie began to tuck into her breakfast, suddenly very cheerful and content.

Today would be a good day, she decided.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

The day is finally here! Going to bust out a rough draft after work tonight and get my intro up either tomorrow or the day after.

@Lexicon

Huzzah!

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

@kingkonrad I've made my edits to the piratepad, whenever you want to add them into the last Tyrell post.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Woo, had a lot of terrible storms tear through my state this evening, pretty intense overall and the damage is pretty atrocious. I got home a little while ago, but here we go.

@Rockette

Jesus. I hope there's not too much permanent damage near you.

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Been loaded with holiday celebrations, so I haven't had the chance to express interest until now, but if you lot have room in your roster, I'd like to join!

^{no but for real this role play looks amazing and i absolutely subscribe to the gritty modern noir aesthete yes}

@Corvidae

Glad to hear it! If you submit a CS I'd love to take a look.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

Oh shit, it wouldn't be that a Essosi slaving Queen, the slaving equivalent of BP when it comes to fucking up other people's coastlines, is in Garland's court?

@kingkonrad

Greetings from the Wise Masters of Yunkai

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@Atrophy @RedDusk

“Tell him whatever you can about, uh...Quickly, please.”

The corpse's sunked eyes fluttered slowly open, as though it were just waking from an afternoon nap, and not returning from the beyond the grave.

"Nichole...?" he croaked, a glassy haze still clouding his vision "Nichole, I'm sorry. Please, lets stop fighting. I love you; that's all that matters. I know I don't say it enough, baby, but I really do mean it. You were right abou that stupid tontine-"

His ghostly croaking came to an abrupt halt.

"Wait...you're not Nichole! Who are you people?!" He sqwaked.

His eyes slipped slowly down to the deep gouges and gashes which criss-crossed his body, and a look of sheer dismay washed across his face.

"No...this isn't fair." Tears pearled beneath his eyes, as the realisation set in. "I was going to propose. She's all alone now."

Suddenly,his eyes fluttered back into his skull, and one last withered gasp slipped forth from his lips. Life left him in an instant, and then his corpse slumped back across the floor.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

@kingkonrad*joins in with own humming*

@Major Ursa

*Quietly sits in the corner, playing the Rains of Castamere on his violin*

Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I might be able to get a rough draft nailed down today or tomorrow. But I like to take my time with posts :)

@Lexicon

Sure thing, I completely understand :) Sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate that you should rush something out.