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5 yrs ago
Current Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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6 yrs ago
Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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6 yrs ago
Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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6 yrs ago
If things get real bad and you have to resort to cannibalism remember: Vegans first, they are the closest thing to grass fed.
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6 yrs ago
March didn't come in like a lion... It came in like a T-Rex with PMS, and hemorrhoids, wearing barbed wire undies....
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✾ 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊
Keep moving forward ۩
⚘ A Brief History
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I've been at this a long time and when I say a long time I mean a long long damn time. I started out with table top, ADnD, back in the 80's, then dived into others: Nightlife, Mage the Ascension, Shadow Run, HoL, etc. Moved onto Online in the 90's. I've been running various incarnations of a single RP group for twenty years now. Worked helping setting up, building, and/or admining/modding various RP forums over the years: Adventure Quest, Priston Tales, War Gods, etc. It's been a long road filled with ups and downs. I'm an evil GM, you've been warned.

Outside of RP, I am a mom. Yup, I've reproduced and there are little Lady A's running around plotting their own take over of the world. I am a published author and once upon a time an award winning poet. I've done a lot in my life. I haven't done as much as I would like. I've grown a lot. I have a lot more growing to do. I love to cook, baker by trade currently. I went to university and majored in Mathematics. I've programmed websites, worked as a model, worked as a 3d modeler. Shit, I even used to dance. And have been known to sing a bit. Jack of all trades. Master of like 3, lol.


⚘ Looking Inside
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This is where I go into my personality. In the past I would normally make some self deprecating remark about how I am a bitch of a GM, pushing my rpers as hard as I push myself and so forth. Not anymore. People change, or perhaps they just come into their own. This can happen at any age. More than that it can happen several times over the course of your life as you discover and rediscover yourself. Everything happens for a reason, usually that reason is ones owns actions. Or inaction's. Right now, I am in a better place than I can remember being in the longest time. I am happy and at peace. I have no regrets. Maybe I should but I don't. I plan on keeping this peace I have found, I went far too long without it.

Currently I am enjoying several things. Some are things I have enjoyed most of my life: Coffee, chocolate, bacon, M*A*S*H. One isn't something I have enjoyed since I was seventeen: being clean and free of poisons in my system. It is beyond description and I love it: One-hundred and twenty days and counting. Music taste is shifting to more mood oriented than anything, strange I am finding a lot of newer Country I am enjoying and I have NEVER liked country. Watching things like Lark Rise to Candleford and being hooked to the point of reading the trilogy. Recently added yoga to my workouts and all I can say is, "Fuckmaste: the fucked up in me accepts the fucked up in you."

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The first step is scary.
Take it anyway.

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Most Recent Posts

@Nallore, @Aewin Need posts from both of you.
moved to new topic
@Charnobylisk lmao, you knew this was coming >.>
~hides from @Aewin since she tossed a monkey wrench into the Kada Ship works~





David Lawson


Location: Grimm HS: Gym
Interacting With: Anyone who bothers to look at him: Marc & Ashley
Interaction Tags:@Charnobylisk @Nallore



Scuffed up well worn cow boy boots slipped out of a vehicle in the parking lot of Grimm High School near the gymnasium. The door closed heavy on the old Ford F-150 as the boot heels scraped across the ground. The man that stepped out of the truck stood tall, with broad shoulders and walked as if he was a soldier. He wasn't he was a Marine, there was vast difference. Granted the way he carried himself was the only thing that gave him away. His blonde hair was longer than what most Marines wore and he was not dressed in uniform; wearing a simple pair of fitted faded blue jeans and a black s-shirt beneath his sport coat. Adjusting his belt he clipped his keys to the belt loop and looked around the grounds of the high school with his baby blue eyes. Rubbing his chin slightly he wondered if this was the best place to do this but after all this time did he really want to wait any longer? There really was no good time to what he needed to; might as well get it over with. He wondered if he would be welcome back. Granted he wasn't from Grimm and didn't attend high school here but at least one person he needed to track down was and the one that was at the top of his list was supposed to be coordinating the event.

One Year Ago...


"One successful extraction, one failed sir," a man stated into the com as the helicopter took off into the air over the deserts of Afghanistan and the crew secured everything into place for the ride out. On the floor of the back of the whirly bird a man who was bloodied with baby blue eyes sat with one knee pulled to his chest, his arm draped over it as he stared at a picture; running his fingers over the face of a woman that could hardly be made out anymore even if you knew her. He left out a long breath as he just continued to stare at it. Someone tried to talk to him but he didn't respond, even as the medic started to patch up the numerous bleeding wounds on his face, arms, back and chest.

"Gunny!" one of the men finally bellowed and the man looked up. "Lawson, you okay?" the man that had bellowed asked and he nodded; folding the picture back up and slipping it into the waistband of his ragged pants that had probably been the only pair he had worn the last four years. They were caked in blood, dirt and other things; stiff and frayed at the knees.

"I'm good. Thank you for the extraction Captain," Lawson said in a steely voice.

"Surprised you have a photo still left on you," the Captain said as the medic continued to patch up the gunny.

"That and my wedding band are the only things I have left," he said as he looked out to the night sky as he watched as a drone strike hit the place that had been home for the last four years. Resting his head back against the cold steel his jaw tightened some. "How long?"

"Couple hours to the Carrier, then who knows. Don't worry, you'll be back before you know it."

"Not soon enough but at this point any moment is better than never." The Captain could only nod in agreement. Lawson had been through the depths of hell over the last four years being a POW but he had somehow managed to survive, he though felt like he had failed since one ended up being left behind. Sometimes in life there are matters beyond your control that you must live with. To Lawson, the only thing he could do is try to learn to live with this one and keep marching forward. That is what a Marine does. Semper Fi.

Present Day


His fingers wrapped around the handle of the door to the gym and he swung it open, stepping in and glancing around. The place seemed to be pretty packed right then but from vibe of the gym was anything but a relaxed party. The general air caused him to arch a brow as started to walk slowly; seemingly to be looking for someone or something. If anyone looked at him he would give them a bright welcoming smile and say something like "Howdy" or "Afternoon Ma'am" as he gave a respectful nod of his head. After a moment of looking it was clear that who or whatever he was searching for wasn't there right then.

Then his eyes fell on two familiar faces and he grinned to himself. If anyone knew where to find his Bella, it would be those two. Marc and Ashley were standing together and seemed to be talking to each other as well as perhaps some others, well at least one other.

"Thanks Riley, you look as wonderful as ever," he said to her before looking back over to Ashley and waiting for an answer to exactly where Ada was.

Placing his fingers to either side of his lips Lawson let out a loud short whistle before yelling out over the crowd. "Squid! You're out of uniform!"

Marc froze when he heard the voice and snapped his head around, his jaw going slack and his skin nearly going white as if he had just seen a ghost. Lawson chuckled and rolled his shoulders back as he stood there at parade rest, clasping his hand in front of him; giving Marc a moment to really regain his senses. Marc blinked a few times, half slapping Ash on the shoulder and motioning over to the Marine. "Ash... I think I am hallucinating," he muttered as Lawson finally stepped over to the two. He smiled at the two of them and gave a bit of an brow raise as Marc started to pace around him and eventually pushed his index finger into the shoulder of Lawson. "Holy shit, the Jarhead lives." Marc was still in a bit of shock and it caused Lawson to chuckled a bit before the both of them gave each other a strong bro hug and pats on the back.

"Good to see you too Marc," Lawson said as the two released each other. Lawson looked over towards Ashley and bowed slightly to her. "Miss Cunningham, you look as stunning as ever," he said warmly in his thick Carolina accent.

"How, when? I know why but damn man, explain!" Marc explained.

"Report I can give - IED, captured, extracted a year ago, been in De-brief until last week. Went home, no one was there. Found out about the reunion and figured that I would find her here," Lawson quickly informed Marc. Marc nodded, knowing that if Lawson wasn't saying anything else it either A; wasn't needed or B; couldn't be said in the presence of civilians. Glancing around Lawson still wasn't seeing what he was looking for. "Marc, where is my wife? Where is Ada?"

And Dexter takes "Stop hitting yourself!" to a whole new level!
@Nallore Looks good, move them over to the CS Tab under a new post so they are separate from Riley
@Charnobylisk @foxygen @Salrynn @Nallore

Our Clue Card has added to the original OOC, as something pops up and you think it is a clue or a suspect - Post here in the OOC and tag me to add it to our clue list. Now clues have already been dropped! And currently everyone is a suspect if you look at it the right way. So come on folks - show me your sleuthing skills!
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