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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
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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.


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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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And so we have turned the page and begun Chapter Two. Please, take a moment to congratulate Dragoknighte on solving the case! He submitted his suspect earlier with this clues, deductions, and reasoning. While not everything submitted was hitting the nail on the head he provided enough evidence for a conviction!

Do not fret though, that was just the beginning - We have begun Chapter 2 - Retribution. Please, take a moment to reread the entire Original OOC post, all of it peeps. It has had a massive overhaul. I had considered just starting Chapter 2 in a new topic and considering this one finished since the killer was found out but honestly, who wants to read a book when only given a torn out chapter at a time? So many clues and idea are here within the pages of Chapter 1 that it seems only fitting to continue just where we left off. So that is what we are doing. Keep those previous clue sheets! They will come in handy through out the series of this RP! A new clue sheet has been provided in the Original OOC - Take it, fill it out and place it under your last one. It is a new requirement for the RP. (Change - You do NOT have to Pm people about the relation statuses for this. This is the characters personal out look towards their fellow characters.)

Now, onto the rewards - Each character that survived the previous chapter will gain an additional skill for their character based on their game play. The case solver will receive an additional two on top of the 1 provided that will come in handy during chapter 2. Ready for your rewards? Here they are! Add them to your Cs's please!

Alicia - Video Enhancement (General)
Lana - Persuasion (General)
Lorna - Crowd Control (Combat)
Lawson - Two-Face (General)
Mali - Street Fighting (Combat) - Underground Connections (General) - Perception (General)
Cecily - Deduction (General)
Caesar - Tracking (General)
Riley - Street Connections (General)
Jeremy - Research (General)
Risa - Endurance (Combat)
Lucas - Cool Headedness (Combat)
Felix - Bribery (General)

*****Those of you that have not finished your Clue Sheet from Chapter 1 have 2 choices and I need an answer within 24 hours of this post - You can either submit the sheets before the counter turns over or loose the skills your character(s) have just been awarded to remain in the RP*****




Date: Saturday May 13th, 2017



A light, breaking through the clouds so dark above the skies of Justice; shining down over the people for the briefest of moments as one... two... pause... three... gun shots go off deep within the city. Valentine is done. Here but now they're gone. Romeo and Juliet are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet. Forty thousand men and women everyday, like Romeo and Juliet...

Stop, look around you. I don't mean just see but actually look, look with everything you are, what you once were, and what you could truly be. Do you see it? Can you feel it? Has justice just been served? Truly served? Is that what you see, is that what you think? Could it truly be that simple? Don't fall for it, for as one case is finally closed and sealed, others have open and you are now delving deeper into the core of what this place called Justice truly is. The experiment was only a beginning, a start to something far beyond what you may have thought. For when Justice is dealt, Retribution must be paid. It is time to pay the Piper but my dears... Do not fear the Reaper.



"This is Amy Adams reporting for Channel 6 News and I am here outside of the office of Dr. Keller where tragedy has struck. It seems the good doctor, known for his humanitarian efforts to help those suffering from PTSD, has become a victim of his own patient. What could have caused such an event to occur? Did the doctor push his patient too far? Let's listen in as Detective Johnson updates us on just what they believe happened within the psychiatrists office earlier this afternoon," the reporter stated into the camera before it panned over to Det. Johnson standing on the stairs of the brownstone where the doctors office lay, just blocks away from Boston Heights.

"Afternoon everyone. At approximately 1:00 P.M. this afternoon Cameron White shot and killed Dr. Keller as well as his wife Lyndsay before turning the gun on himself and ending his own life. It is a tragedy that this has occurred and we at the police department will be looking into the why but the case is being treated as a suicide. May our thoughts be with their families. Thank you," Johnson stated briefly before turning and pushing passed the crowds of reporters and climbing into the awaiting vehicle before driving off from the scene, refusing to answer anymore questions.

"Yes, indeed it is a tragedy. A young man taking the life of his doctor and his wife before claiming his own? What could drive a man to such horrors. Channel Six News will keep digging and report as the story unfolds. This is Amy Adams with Channel 6 News," she stated quickly before the camera's cut back to the Five O'Clock evening news that was already in progress.



Case file 6983-95-IBZ2F - Cameron White: Case Closed

Suicide Note: I am sorry for what I have done and for those I have harbored in my villainy. I did not know it would go this far or hurt so many. I must make this right. I was the one that killed Peyton Glencross, and Lyle Marlestone. I ended that poor woman's life for no more than a paycheck. I ended his because he was a complication. I have ended so many because I was told to, never thinking of the consequences. I cannot stop the killings, but perhaps I can pause them for a time. May what ever awaits me on the other side have mercy on me though I deserve none. I was not the beginning and I will not be the end.
Cameron White
Mr. March IV

Case file 4827-IB-861 - Peyton Glencross: Case Closed
Case file 2030-FR-932 - Lyle Marlestone: Case Closed



And so we turn the page and begin another chapter. The news has broken out over the airwaves and for once the suicide was truly a suicide. Could it have been prevented? What drove Mr. White to kill not only himself but his wife and his therapist? What in his mind finally caused him to snap enough to exact his own form of justice on himself and why the others? Perhaps those are questions that are better left for another time, perhaps they are better left to never be answered.

Yet it leaves us with so many unanswered questions, so many theories, so much more to look into. And so we shall. For when one case is closed, more open and now before you is your next task, Retribution.

Behind The Veil


On the high sheen polished desk sat a Newton's Cradle, the gentle sound of each swings slack echoing through the room as nothing else sounded. Eyes sat there staring out towards the night skin as slender freshly manicured nails swung in the air in the the mimicking motion of the cradles movement. Lips painted red pursed and thinned somewhat as a breath was heard, that breath taken before someone makes an excuse. She knew that breath all too well and before that breath could be turned into words those fingers stopped moving and eyes darted from the night's sky towards the one who was the source of her displeasure.

"Don't." A single word but then again nothing more was needed as the breath turned into a swallow. They lowered their head, knowing they had displease the one who sat there in the chair. A single finger pressed against the cradle to stop its swing before she swiveled in her chair to look at the one who stood before her. "You were supposed to take care of this. We do no leave loose ends."

"Yes Ma'am, I know Ma'am. It's just..."

"I said don't," she said, her voice growing more stern as a single finger was held pointed towards the source of her displeasure. "Clean this mess up before it gets even more out of hand. Understood?" That finger coming down against the desk, the nail clicking against the maple and oak top.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Now, on to new business. Do we have anything new to report about the location of Professor Gerard?" she asked as she leaned back in her seat. Fingers lacing with each other as hands rested in her lap and elbows on the arms of her chair. It had been a hunt, a man hunt over the last while to find him and all attempts had come up short. There were clues, a trail of breadcrumbs but hard to decipher; taking far more time than she would have liked.

"No Ma'am."

"Very well. You may be excused," she said dismissing the one in front of her with the wave of her hand.

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Juno."

A simple tilt of the head she gave them before turning her chair around and looking back over the night sky. The door to her office closing heavily and silence falling back over the room once again. Her eyes wandered from the starry sky as she pondered to herself what her next move would be. Reaching over she pressed the button of the entercom and spoke. "Alert Titaness that I will be coming for a visit," she said then letting everything go silent once again. Rising from her place she started the cradle up once again before placing her hands behind her back as she walked over to the full length windows, her heels clicking to the pace of the cradle as she did. She took in the starry night; one did not get a clear view of the heavens when in Justice, in fact the only way to truly see such a sight in Justice was after ones last breath was drawn.


Camilla Powell

Location: On Top Of Vengeance

Camilla's finger squeezed against the trigger, the bullet launching out of the barrel. She had been aiming at Brutus's head but as he stumbled back she managed to catch him in the chest. It would do as the bullet tore through the mans heart and he laid sprawled out on the ground lifeless. "Whatever works," she muttered to herself as she shifted another cartridge into place and adjusted her sights. The bullets were flying this way and that, one coming from out of no where that embedded in the hull of the ship next to her.

"Hǎo qiú," she muttered under her breath, not even moving from her spot. Shaking her head a little she watched as the leaves flew against the bushes, taking it into account as she took aim once again. Another round was popped off and one of the men was knocked off his horse as the bullet flipped his hat off the top of his head and he spilled out onto the ground with an exit wound revealing what little gray matter he had.

Another round was popped off at her and she rolled far too late, the bullet going into her shoulder. Grunting she slid back over the top of Vengeance. She wouldn't do any good to them if she stayed up there and bled out. Sliding the strap of her rifle over her shoulder she slipped back down to the air lock on the side and stumbled inside. Resting back against the wall she took a deep breath as she put pressure on the wound. She could feel the warm wetness soaking into her shirt on the backside she at least knew it was a clean through and through wound.

"Fuck, I love this shirt," she bitched as she shook her head, feeling a little light headed as she walked; her rifle still slung over her shoulder as she moved down the stairs and towards the infirmary. Her hand resting against the door before just sliding down the wall and having a seat. She figured once all the hell that was breaking loose was over with Dorthy would be back in there anyways, least they wouldn't have to move her far. Resting her head back against the door frame she closed her eyes and just had a moment to herself; thinking of the one person she wished was there right then.



Atticus Pearson

Location: Outside The Ship

Atticus' eyes widened as everything started, bullets popping off this way and that. Well this was not how he wanted his day to be and as he witnessed life after life dropping to the ground he knew his day would be busy if they ended up remaining. So many to put to rest, so many that perhaps did not deserve the rest but ones he would give it to nonetheless; even those going to that special place in hell would need a little light before it was all taken away. Not that he thought they deserved it, coming here and shooting up his Captain and all but it was his lot in life. It was hit duty and it was a big duty.

Ducking down he saw Anisa fire off towards Brutus and the shot she took to her thigh. Rushing over to her he kept watch as best could while he checked the wound; Jackson and Dorthy, each dropping their fair share of bodies, and others were there now and he figured someone else was up top at least for a little while the way certain bodies dropped. "My lovingkindness and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I take refuge, who subdues my people under me," he said as he grabbed a hold of her pants and ripped them open to reveal a rather nasty bullet wound that had no exit.

"Fucking hell, have some gorram respect for a man of the cloth and stop firing that shit towards me! I'm a fucking shield of God right now! Don't mean I want to be dented!" he yelled as a bullet ricocheted near him and the captain. Turning he fired a shot out into the fray, taking out one of the men's knee caps before he turned his attention back to Anisa. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, PSalms."



Anisa Crowe

Location: Outside The Ship

Anisa grunted as she lost her balance and felt the burn of the bullet in her thigh. "Yi Dwei Da Buen Chuo Roh," the Captain said under her breath as she grabbed a hold of her thigh above the bullet wound as her pants started to darken with her blood. It was searing and bleeding but thankfully it on the top meatiest part of the thigh inside of inside where it would have hit something vital or anywhere else where it could have dug into bone. Flesh healed faster.

Looking as more and more dropped she glanced towards the preacher as he came over to her and rolled her eyes as he spouted off his verse from the bible. "Not the time Preacher, we'll pray later," she said as she held her gun out and took aim, dropping a horse where a man was hiding behind it. The poor animal dropping and landing right on top of him pinning him there. As Atticus started yelling she bit the inside of her cheek, such was the duality that was preacher. He never stayed holy long.

Taking a deep breath as her pants were ripped she rose a brow. "I think you owe me dinner and a drink before you can start tearing my cloths off Preacher," she said as the last body dropped. Looking over towards Jackson she gave him a slight nod. "Get the one under the horse, make sure he sends a message to Patience. Her payment has been made in blood. If she would like anymore she can come claim it herself because if she doesn't I'm come claim it myself," she hissed from behind clenched teeth.

"Is there a doctor in the house?"



Jahosafat Moreau

Location: Foy'er


The take off was rather smooth, some the gentleman could appreciate. Once in the black he undid his restraints and followed his old friend for a bit of refreshment. He could meet with the captain after at least a single toast. It would be rude not to partake in such generosity with his old friend. Plus he knew that the news that he carried close to his vest would be better received with a bit of liquid luck flowing through ones veins. Perhaps they should take the bottle and louse up the captain a bit before he delivered his news of their actual mission.

The man loved his work but he knew it would not sit well with the Captain or the Crew; perhaps not even Foy but this was his job and he felt that the end game far outweighed any danger that he could possibly be putting anyone in. Glancing around he wondered what the rest of the crew was up to right then. The pilot could be done and resting now, the captain just speaking with whom ever, other nameless folk could be grabbing a meal now or tending to their duties. There was a doctor on board, perhaps he was looking over the medical records of those on the ship. It was something he would have done when he was a healer. Though the doctor would find nothing on Jahosafat, there would not even be a file to access of him. What records he could find of Carla or Foy would be only what they had chosen to reveal before boarding; the simplest of things needed. The rest of the crew would be the standard files.

"Mighty fine my dear man, mighty fine. Shall we find the dear Captain now. I do think it is time for my big reveal and one wouldn't want to be late for their debut," he stated joyfully as he licked his lips of the sweet liquor. Turning he made his way to the bridge and glanced around, his find and dandy hat tucked beneath his arm as he spotted the Captain.

"Captain, if you would. I do believe it is time we had a little discussion about what this fine ship will be assisting me with over the next while. Though I do believe that perhaps somewhere private would be best. And without the assassin. This is between us Gentlemen, no offense ma'am," he said tipping his head slightly. "You just don't have sufficient... clearance for our little briefing."
@Chaotic Chao You may create up to two to start. Cs code is in the original ooc. Once those are done and submitted and approved we can work you in and get relations done with active characters.
@Scallop @POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Charnobylisk @Nallore @Pundii

Couple of things - First off Poo has withdrawn from the RP, he will be making an exit post to wrap a few loose ends up. (Thank you for that.) His character will be shelved in case he wishes to rejoin at a later date.

Second - I now have clue sheets up for all my characters (Not the NPC's but the dead one as well lol) - Check these, never know what you might find.

Those that don't have your clue sheets done, you really need to get those in. Days are running out and not having them will be treated as if you ran over the counter for the posting requirements. So please get those in. Killing off characters because of LLA is one thing, having to be the evil Gm overlord and just flat out kicking is another. I really don't like to ><!
@Scallop @POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Charnobylisk @Nallore @Pundii

Alright peeps, I gave a small hint in chat so I am passing it on here for those that might miss it. At least 5 of the women in the Roller Derby Rosters have appeared already in this RP (Either with a image posted or a description of them.) - These Rosters were fixed and have been ready since before the Interest Check went up.



Ronni

Location: Rollar Derby Rink



Ronnie chuckled as he looked over at Riley and put his arm around her. He wasn't being creepy about it, more like an old friend would lead someone around a place. "Don't worry, I won't. But allow me this or hand holding, makes it a bit more convincing," he whispered against her ear. He knew the place all too well, and knew what type of people came here. It wasn't exactly the best place in the world to hang out and was not the ideal first date. It was basically there for people to watch women beat the shit out of each other while on skates.

Walking over to the concession stand, Ronnie grabbed them a few slices of pizza and an over sized drink before leading Riley over to one of the high bleacher seats. At least there were fewer people up that high and they could get a good look at the place over all. Setting the food down between them he leaned back against the wall as he sat down and propped his feet up on the bleacher below them. "Food is okay, but don't think it is getting recommendations on yelp," he laughed before picking up one of the pieces of pie and folding it in half before taking a big bite.

Looking around he pointed as the Roster for both teams that were playing tonight was lifted up above the rink. Just simple shots of each woman and their name. It was to let the other team know with only a little bit of time to prepare who they were actually up against. "Juno is the reigning champs in this division, haven't lost a game in three years, wonder who is playing tonight. They supposedly have some new faces."

The starting rosters were as follows -


Kyra Altham

Location: Standing over a mud drenched Cremwise
Interacting With: Cremwise, Keystone, and some new comers

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Kyra glanced over towards Ntaj and rolled her eyes a bit. "When he takes off with some of our packs without warning and my dire wolf along with him; well that's theft and I have no qualms laying the man out to meet his maker for fucking with my wolf," she said. Answering Njat but barking her answer towards Cremwise. She was non to happy over the entire thing and just half wanted to put an arrow through his skull and call it day.

"Sorry about that really! It was just an accident!" Cremwise tried to lie but seriously this mans ability to lie made her wonder how in the hell he ever became a merchant in the first place. It was just down right pathetic in the attempt. She had seen five year olds with their hands in cookie jars swearing they weren't after a cookie be more convincing than what was going on right then.

Stepping back she kept her arrow aimed as Keystone went to examine what was in the crates. As the tarps were tossed back and each crate was opened it looked to be rations, armor, and weapons. Not for human use that was for sure. It was Orc made, for Orcs. Had they just been hired to resupply the Orcs in this little war? Kyra still didn't know what was within the crates, keeping her eyes on Cremwise in case he decided to say or do anything else. She wasn't about to let him get away for anything now. Sure they had been hired to do a job but something contracts came to an end and honestly Kyra hadn't put her signature on a damn thing.

"Kyra, might want to lower that weapon," Sana's voice popped in from out of no where as she stepped out from behind a line of trees down the road and from around the bend some. Kyra's eyes shot towards Sana and her weapon was instantly lowered as she saw the knife to Sana's throat; held by what she could only describe as the ugliest thing on two legs she had ever seen.

"Sana...."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said as she pushed the dagger away and the thing behind her sheathed his weapon. Several more came out of the woods, all Orcs. None of them with their weapons drawn but ready to if they needed. "This is Brezcar and we need to talk."
I know that posts have deadlines. Sure you don't have to technically post until day seven but seriously, if you are sitting at day 4 on your counter and people are waiting on you... DON'T RUN UP YOUR COUNTER TO DAY 7 AND FORCE EVERYONE WAITING ON YOU TO SCRAMBLE TO GET THEIR POSTS IN ON TIME!!! -_- It's just rude. (This is not bitching at people who are busy and can't post till later but seriously, if you are gabbing away in chat or just procrastinating, get your shit together.)
@Pundii Hey hun, you are on day six and we are kind of waiting on you to get a post up for Quinn and Jackson before much more can happen.
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