Lady Absinthia

🦄 The Best Exotic

@POOHEAD189 Pretty much, all else fails - Send in Mr. Clops!

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Well shit, I was in the middle of making another character (female) but gonna scrap her now. Too many females, ~tries to think up a male character~

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Morose ~in reply to Jack~ Zoie: Sex crimes? Well I be gotten two ya can book right now. One fer adultery ~tosses Dick at him~ and one fer perversion ~tosses Ryan at him~ lol

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Nallore Will get a post in for "Home Alone" once Drago gets a post up.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Detective Roy Gregory

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Location: Justice Memorial; Room 2319

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"Keen insight there Tank, glad you're here. I might have missed that," Roy said with a bit of a smirk on his lips as he rubbed his chin and elbowed the man lightly in the ribs to mess with him. Wallace just lay there, flopping around and breaking out into a cold sweat. Roy had to agree, the man did indeed look like a fish.

"Yeah, well I'm a detective, not a fisherman. You want to filet him that is all you," he said as he stepped over to the bed and picked up the clipboard hanging from the foot of it. He flipped through the papers and then handed them over to Cecily. On them was a listing a tests that had been run but he couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"And I am also not a forensic expert, can you make heads or tails of this?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. The results would look similar enough to the print outs down at the coroners office about drugs tests and such she would be able to make out that the man hadn't had a drop to drink, at least not enough to have caused him to be drunk enough to stumble the way he did and be out of his system by the time the hospital got a hold of him.

Stepping over to Wallace Roy cocked his head to the side and got closer to the man, waving Tank over to time. "That look familiar to you?" he asked as he pointed to a textured indentation on the side of the mans head that had bruised that way. It looked similar to a textured pistol grip, something both of them had run into plenty of times over their years as detectives.

Wallaces eyes slowly opened and looked at Cecily, muttering the same word over and over but it was nearly impossible to make out. "Prooooosssssr'neeee" was about all that was able to be made out.

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Alicia Gonzalez

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Location: Queensguard Industries RnD Industrial Complex - The Diamond District

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Alicia dusted her hands off as the drunk was tossed out of the front of the building. He wasn't beaten up too badly, nothing that would leave much of a mark. He had just been man, or in this case woman, handled rather abruptly. "Get him off the property, if he gets back on... Shoot him or I will shot you," she warned the two other guards that were standing with her, the ones that should have handled everything before she had to get her hands dirty. Not that she minded but right then she had one job to do and didn't need interruptions.

"Missed a bit of action Cookie but all is settled now. Let me know when you are done," Alicia radioed over to Lorna, wherever she was in the building before rolling her neck and letting it pop a few times. She needed to get back to work but stopped before she was able to finish her full about face to head back inside. She heard an all too familiar sound and took the radio directly back off her hip. "Front gate, let the Mexican in."

"Ma'am?" she heard back.

"Did I stutter? Let the man in, he's my boss," she explained and then turned on heel and went back inside. She wondered what her father was doing there but as far as she knew he was just bored and coming over to stick his nose into her work business. Granted it was his as well since he did own the company but that didn't mean she needed him up there right then. No reason for her to stay out there and wait on him. She could get back to work and the other security folks could show him into the main security room for her.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Cynthia McMillan

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Location: The hotel

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Cynthia smiled and hopped over to the bed, flopping down and tucking her legs underneath her, getting comfortable. She didn't need to be told twice that it was time to eat. She wanted to get something on her stomach before the medications she had popped had a real chance to digest. Taking a plate and piling up a little bit of food she leaned back against the headboard of the bed and nibbled on a piece of bacon, letting it flop back and forth a little before she took a real bite; pulling it away and chewing on it.

"Everything is great! Yup great! And yeah, we have stuff to do, that is if those two stop fighting outside since well Ada is in charge of everything. I swear that girl likes organizing stuff a bit too much to be normal. Anyways. There is supposed to be a picnic in a little bit and then tonight is the fair. Think they will still go through everything? You know with everything that is going on? I mean if they canceled it, I would guess we would have gotten a call or something? Or maybe," Cynthia rambled on, but at least it didn't sound like she was rambling to herself yet.

Placing the strip of bacon between her teeth she reached over and grabbed the remote control to the TV and turned it on. Flipping through the channels until she reached the local station where the morning news was playing. Tapping the remote against her knee she watched the screen as they covered what Tim had said to the news crews that morning and she just kind of froze there. More murders. This wasn't what she was expecting.

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Timothy Grayson

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Location: Sheriff's Office

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Tim sat there listening to Jacob as he ran his finger over the rim of his coffee mug. Sighing he sat up a bit and looked at the man. "I know. I don't think you did it. Knowing you, if you had you would have gone about it a bit more... meticulously." Standing up Tim downed what was remaining in his mug before setting it back on his desk and motioning for Jacob to look over towards the white board on the wall as he picked up the stack of files.

"Okay, we have a total of six murders in the last forty-eight hours, but if we count Simones, that makes 7," he said as he picked up a dry erase marker from the table in front of the white board where a map of the town was overlaid on it. Four of the locations where bodies had been found seemed to form a smaller circle and three on the outside seemed to form what was the beginning of a larger one.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Kyra

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory
Interacting With: Keystone

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Kyra looked over towards Cremwise and nearly chucked the first thing she could get her hands on at the man. Shaking her head she glanced over towards Keystone and understood exactly the frustration he was going through right then. That was one of those things that really could have been wonderful to know a day or two before. "Anything else you want to tell us?" she asked in a rather snappish fashion as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step closer to the man.

"No, nothing," he stammered quickly as he held his hands up. Krya wasn't buying it. Shaking her head she turned and made her way closer to Keystone, getting probably a bit closer than was comfortable for either of them but she didn't exactly want to be heard right then. So she leaned in close and whispered against his ear.

"Am I the only one who thinks it is about time we knew exactly what we were protecting?" she said in the softest of voices, ensuring that no one but Keystone would hear her. Leaning back and her eyes darting over towards Cremwise as the man picked through his inner pockets and pulled out a pipe and lit it up, taking a few long puffs from it.

It all seemed odd to her that they were this far into the trip and still had no idea what was in the wagon, he kept everything tightly under wraps but now suddenly was pulling out wood for them to use. He could have pulled that out two days ago and made things a lot easier, but no. He waited until now. Sure, they had started this whole thing by being told they didn't need to know what was in it but with everything that was happening Kyra was less inclined to keep everything in the unknown. Multiple Orcs coming out of the wood work, which was fine and well enough; that was to be expected. All these other wanderers were not something she had counted on.

That all compiled with the fact that now they were having more mouths to feed and none of the new comers knew exactly what was up and were in a way at least providing a meat shield if not protection to whatever was in the back of the wagon. Yeah, it wasn't sitting well with the white haired ranger. She glanced around a bit before looking back over towards Keystone and cocking a brow over one eye. "Should we?" she asked, wanting the pugilists opinion on the matter before she just said fuck it and started tearing open crates to see exactly what was laying within them.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ryan & Zoie

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Location: Newnan Front Gate -> Mess Hall

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Zoie wasn't sure what to think about Ryan showing up like he was but she knew the man well enough not to take anything he said without a heavy grain of salt. The thing about him was that he could be brutally honest but even if he was, he had a reason to be and it was all about survival. Holstering her pistols she pulled out a zip tie from her back pocket and held it up in front of him, rotating it slowly between the tips of her fingers.

"Kinky," he said with a smug look flashing in his eyes and a crooked smirk creeping across his lips as he held his wrists out to her. He didn't want to be put in restraints but he knew better than to argue this point. Whatever got him within the walls was what he would do right then. His brow arched as Zoie shook her head a bit and then rolled his eyes as he placed his hands behind his back. "Fine.." he mumbled, dejected.

Zoie was a tad rougher than she had to be and made sure they were tight as she restrained him. Patting him down, she removed the machete from his hip and sighed as she held up the bag of joints and the lighter. "Oh come on Zoie," he protested but she didn't listen as she pocketed them. Unholstering one of her pistols again she grabbed him by the arm and gave the signal for them to open the gate for her.

"Boys, he be tryin' to make a break, make a bullet kiss his brain," she said as she lead him through the gate and down the streets of Newnan; the gate closing heavily behind them. Zoie kept a firm grip on his arm, her nails digging in but Ryan just smirked; he was in. Now just to stay alive.

"Nice place you got here," he said trying to make small talk. "Kids playing, people walking around without a care in the world. Almost like it used to be. So what do you do here Zoie? Find a nice little house and bake cookies all day? Find yourself another husband?"

Ryan hit the ground as Zoie's fist connected with his cheek out of no where. Grunting he didn't even had time to roll around before Zoie had a hold of him and was yanking him back to his feet. His cheek felt like it had just exploded and blood trickled down the side of his lip. "Fucking A, just like prison. What, are you going to toss me in the hole?" he said as he tongue slipped out to lick away the blood as Zoie continued to move him further down the street towards the Mess Hall.

"Ain't bein' a hole deep enough fer ya' Irish."

"Then what are you going to do with me?"

"Ya be findin' out soon enough."

"Hey, I got you out of Eden. You owe me."

"Naw, I don't," Zoie said as she pushed the door open to the Mess Hall. Ryan nearly fainted when he felt the Air Conditioning and let out a deep breath.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Okay, code junkie here - Made these up real fast (I like to keep my relation sheets divided up by who is with which side if I can.) - So here is the splitter headers for each ship in Star Wars Font using the colors from the original OOC if anyone is as anal about that stuff as I am, lol - Just click View Raw to get the code.

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🦄 The Best Exotic

@SouffleGirl123 This is one of those run with it rps. There is always the goat, can have things go wrong in her room, can join Murphy, Tasha and Cass in the dining room to breakfast, could go see if Desh has fallen off his stool, check out the courtyard, all up to you. ^^