Lady Absinthia

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Altsoba Memorial
Interacting With: A fucking idiot

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Harnessing a southern bell Amy shook her head and spat out, "Aww hell naw!" she said as she took several steps back and behind the nurses station desk. Thing about Amy, she wasn't one to hold back. She said everything that was on her mind, everything. She didn't like something, people knew it. She liked something, people knew it. The only thing she really didn't speak about was that she actually did give a damn about people underneath it all. The woman didn't have a filter so while all the things she never said came to her mind it wasn't a frightening thing oddly enough. Maybe a bit embarrassing and even cheek warming it wasn't something that was going to make her cringe.

"Well this is just fucking great. Seems my Jimmy Cricket wants to say hello," she muttered to herself as she ducked down and kept her eyes off the light. With all the shit going down the last thing she was going to do was "look into the light" - yeah she had seen poltergeist. She saw what happened when people went for the light. All types of horrible shit and while a week ago she played those flicks off as nothing but mumbo jumbo after the shit she had seen over the last twenty four hours she wasn't about to pull the "dumb fucking broad" in a horror flick moment.

You know the one, they walk into the room with the chain saws hanging about and think it is a good place to hide. The dumb bitch who runs through the house and never locks one damn door. Who stands there horrified when all the bitch had to do was turn and run. The one who always walks backwards and trips because backwards walking bitches always be tripping. She had no idea it was Lucifer in her head and even if she had she probably would have passed it off that she needed a drink because seriously, just give the woman a glass of wine and she's okay.

"Cut the fucking light show and just goddamn die already," Amy spat as she waited for the light to die before popping her head back up.

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Danica Graves

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Location: Alistair Apartments -> Police Station
Interacting With: That mangy mutt (I am waiting for Scooby and the Gang to show up now...)

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Danica notes the laptop with the sticky note but she doesn't want to stay hanging out there too long. Instead she closes the laptop and shoves it into her bag. Gathering a few more thing she walks over to the door and whistles for the dog. If he comes with her he does, if not she heads out anyways and locks the door behind her. Pocketing the key for later just in case. Unlocking her bike she jumps on it and peddles off.

She isn't about to hang around some stranger apartment. Sure she just committed a petty theft but it was better than holding up there for a while and risk one angry bitch coming back home and a fight breaking out. She still had more she wanted to investigate so she figured her best bet was to check in at the police station and see if there had been any word about the detective she had been looking for the night before. If not she would head to the hospital and then the morgue. She figured it was her best path to follow at this point.

Riding through town she shook her head at the sights before pulling up to the police station and locking her bike back up. Walking up the steps she stepped inside and glanced around for before walking up to the desk and smirked a bit as she popped a bubble with her chewing gum. First person she spotted she grinned at. "Hey, looking for a Detective Hanson. Anyway you could Oooom Bop me to where he is? Been looking since last night."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amy Chang

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Location: Altsoba Memorial
Interacting With: A fucking idiot

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Harnessing a southern bell Amy shook her head and spat out, "Aww hell naw!" she said as she took several steps back and behind the nurses station desk. Thing about Amy, she wasn't one to hold back. She said everything that was on her mind, everything. She didn't like something, people knew it. She liked something, people knew it. The only thing she really didn't speak about was that she actually did give a damn about people underneath it all. The woman didn't have a filter so while all the things she never said came to her mind it wasn't a frightening thing oddly enough. Maybe a bit embarrassing and even cheek warming it wasn't something that was going to make her cringe.

"Well this is just fucking great. Seems my Jimmy Cricket wants to say hello," she muttered to herself as she ducked down and kept her eyes off the light. With all the shit going down the last thing she was going to do was "look into the light" - yeah she had seen poltergeist. She saw what happened when people went for the light. All types of horrible shit and while a week ago she played those flicks off as nothing but mumbo jumbo after the shit she had seen over the last twenty four hours she wasn't about to pull the "dumb fucking broad" in a horror flick moment.

You know the one, they walk into the room with the chain saws hanging about and think it is a good place to hide. The dumb bitch who runs through the house and never locks one damn door. Who stands there horrified when all the bitch had to do was turn and run. The one who always walks backwards and trips because backwards walking bitches always be tripping. She had no idea it was Lucifer in her head and even if she had she probably would have passed it off that she needed a drink because seriously, just give the woman a glass of wine and she's okay.

"Cut the fucking light show and just goddamn die already," Amy spat as she waited for the light to die before popping her head back up.

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Danica Graves

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Location: Alistair Apartments -> Police Station
Interacting With: That mangy mutt (I am waiting for Scooby and the Gang to show up now...)

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Danica notes the laptop with the sticky note but she doesn't want to stay hanging out there too long. Instead she closes the laptop and shoves it into her bag. Gathering a few more thing she walks over to the door and whistles for the dog. If he comes with her he does, if not she heads out anyways and locks the door behind her. Pocketing the key for later just in case. Unlocking her bike she jumps on it and peddles off.

She isn't about to hang around some stranger apartment. Sure she just committed a petty theft but it was better than holding up there for a while and risk one angry bitch coming back home and a fight breaking out. She still had more she wanted to investigate so she figured her best bet was to check in at the police station and see if there had been any word about the detective she had been looking for the night before. If not she would head to the hospital and then the morgue. She figured it was her best path to follow at this point.

Riding through town she shook her head at the sights before pulling up to the police station and locking her bike back up. Walking up the steps she stepped inside and glanced around for before walking up to the desk and smirked a bit as she popped a bubble with her chewing gum. First person she spotted she grinned at. "Hey, looking for a Detective Hanson. Anyway you could Oooom Bop me to where he is? Been looking since last night."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017

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@Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Scallop @Nallore @Pundii

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@Morose - Too bad the dead can't speak the way we wished they would but perhaps they will over time but there really isn't given much time for that right now. Cecily is only in there for a little bit when there is a light knock at the door before it is pushed in. A woman with shorter brown hair peaks her head into the room and glances around until her glacier colored eyes fall onto Cecily. A thin lipped smile comes to her features as she steps in. "Hey, take it that you are the new M.E.? Cecily was it? Sorry to burst in," she says a bit weakly as she slowly moves into the room. "I was sent over from Justice Memorial by the Dean Of Medicine Dr. Chang. She said you all could use some help with the autopsies. I'm Dr. Natasha Brinne."

@Dragoknighte - Everything is rather uneventful on the way to the restaurant. Nothing out of the ordinary other than people aren't even bothering with their usual cat calls and snide comments. The city seems to be trying to avoid conflict right now and people are keeping their heads down. Once you get to the restaurant, Relic is there and he is looking worse for the days that have passed. He is wearing a black hoodie and has it pulled up to keep most of his features hidden. Looking up from a small note pad he has been scribbling something down on he spots Mali and nods her over. He attempted to wave her over but as soon as his arm rose the slightest in the shoulder he cringed and dropped it quickly. "Glad to see you are still alive. Had any issues since the last time I saw you?" he asks with a little bit of concern in his voice.

@Scallop - Slow and steady win the race or maybe they don't. Either way as are leaving a silver BMW pulls up to the curb and a tall dark haired man climbs out in a three piece black suit. Pulling down his sun glasses he hits the alarm button on his keys, the lights flashing on his vehicle before he steps over and onto the curb. Glancing around the building for a moment before his eyes fall on to Felix. Unbuttoning the top button of his waists coat he steps over to Felix. "Afternoon, Special Agent Marc Tinder, FBI. Do you live here?" he asks motioning over towards the buildings of Boston Heights.

@Nallore - Well thankfully that coat hanger was around because the itch is getting better. Things are pretty calm for Riley right now. Granted the internet has exploded with all types of theories about why the famous Riley would be living in a place with so much murder as of late. Her twitter feed won't stop going off. Many asking if she is alright, a lot of people wondering if she is part of it or if she will be next. As much as one doesn't want to go out onto the streets right now, and I can't blame you, might want to get somewhere were there is at least someone around you that you trust because right now being alone is not the most calming of thoughts.

@Pundii - Roy nods and make plates for each of them, carrying one over to Lucas and setting it down in front of him before sitting down himself; leaving Risa's over by the stove for when she is out of the shower. Taking a few bites of food he glances around and then looks towards the bathroom as he hears the shower start up and Risa start humming. Figuring he has a few minutes he puts his fork down and looks over to Lucas. "Alright, cards on the table," he says as he pulls out his phone and opens the screen to a message, setting it by Lucas's plate. It reads Overthrow Athena. "I got this at the hospital. Guess you can guess who it is from. I have no intentions of taking her out, why I brought you here. Now, by the way you handle these guns and clean them it isn't hard to figure out you are part of the group. Question is, do you plan on following orders? Or are you going to revolt like me? Need to know cause I'd rather one of us just kill the other if that is the case instead of tip toeing around. I got enough targets on my back right now."

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Ronni

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Location: Imperial Apartments: 4C

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"Yeah, when don't I?" he chuckled as he walked in and shut the door behind him, locking it up before pulling his glock out of his waist band and putting it on the table along with the bag of food he brought with him. Glancing over at her in her undies he chuckled. "Is it pants optional day?" he asked as he had a seat and opened the bag, pulling out several large breakfast burritos and waving one around for Tuesday before setting it down by her computer and tearing into one himself.

"Ran into Jez on the streets while I was grabbing breakfast," he said as he leaned back and swallowed the oversized bite. "She's moved out of Boston Heights it seems, can't really say I blame her. Word out on the street is that the FBI is now poking it's nose into shit. That is all I fucking need. It is a pain enough talking to the local PD to try to find shit out about Danica but now to have to deal with some fucking Fed? What the fuck do the feds care about Justice?" he muttered before taking another bite and grumbling to himself.

He had been working the last week between checking on Riley and keeping an eye on Tuesday to try to find out who killed Danica. He thought he had a lead but when he dropped by one of the usual low end precincts to do a quick bribe they wouldn't even budge. Talk about how they weren't getting their asses in a noose because they leaked shit when the FBI was in town. His jaw tightened at the thought of trying to make any headway. Sure he wasn't a law abiding citizen but Danica had been his friend and this shit just wasn't right.

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Elizabeth Queensguard

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Location: Queensguard RnD Industrial Complex: Conference Room

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Red tipped nails drummed across the oak table in the center of the conference room which the owner of Queensguard Industries sat at. All the rest of the chairs that would normally surround the table had been removed but two; one at either side of her part way down the table. As the door opened she looked up from the papers she had been going over and she slowly pulled her reading glasses down, letting them fall to her chest as they were caught by the pearl glasses string. Placing both of her hands on the edge of the table she pushed her seat back slowly and rose, stepping out from behind the table gracefully but with an unspoken strength.

"Senior Gonzalez, Mr. Keystone," she said as she stepped over to him and held her hand out to each of them in turn. "Thank you for coming. I understand this week has been one that is hectic and very tragic on both a professional and personal level. You have my condolences. I had the pleasure of meeting Alicia months ago when she put in a bid to take over security here at the complex. I was most impressed by her strength and her knowledge," Elizabeth said in cool but slightly caring laced voice. It would appear that she knew Alicia more than just on a professional level the way she spoke about her.

Turning she motioned for the men to have a seat before she returned to her chair and sat down. Picking her glasses up from her chest she placed them back on and got right down to business. "The reason I had signed into contract with MSS was because of your
reputation and even your history Senior Gonzalez. I was skeptical about bringing in an outsider but Alicia's presentation was hard to turn away from. I am wanting to continue to press through with her proposal but due to the circumstances I am prepared to release you from the contract if you would feel that would be best," she said as she handed over copies of Alicia's proposal and plan for the complex to both Keystone and Caesar.

"Alicia had managed to complete the upgrades before this most unfortunate situation had arose. Now I need to know is if your people will be able to fill in the body rolls she had laid out with security and how long that would take to implement that? I also need to know who would be heading up this division so that I may speak with them directly."

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Morose Sweet, I will be updating both tomorrow so that will be perfect timing.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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@Bluesky44 - With the withdraw of L.W. - Gideon will now be moved to the RP Shelf, the character will still receive rolls and such when situations arise but for now treat him as a Free For All NPC. Control as you need to finish gathering up stuff in the mines and get back to the ship. (Wing it if you will, going to give a lot of latitude since our mechanic is now an npc. Once back in the ship with the stuff, we will go from there.)

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Anisa Crowe

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Location: Medical Bay

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"I need a gorham cup of coffee, black and strong," she said lifting her head up for a moment before letting it fall back down. Smirking slightly she gave an appreciative nod towards Dorthy. "You did good, I'll be up shortly."

"Oh cork it Jackson, you know as well as I do it will take more than death to stop me from being Captain of this ship," she said rolling her eyes a bit. Turning her head towards him she gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm fine," she reassured him in a whisper of a voice before she reached out and took his hand. It might have seemed like a tender moment, a touch of her hand to his to give him comfort from worry but even it was it was quickly over with as she used the leverage to sit up and swing her legs off the edge of the medical bed. She hated being on one of those things.

Groaning slightly she let go of him and reached down, pressing her hands to the side of the bed on which she sat. Curling her fingers over the edge of it on either side of herself as she lowered her head and fought off the dizzy feeling. She would have rather just climbed into bed in her room but now was not the time for the crew of the ship to see her weak. She had to be strong now and alleviate any thoughts that their captain was not at full. Taking a deep breath, she did what she always did; she sucked it up, buried it deep and let her feet hit the floor with determination as she stood up right; not letting the pain in her tigh or the rest of her flicker in her eyes. "Alright, give me a status update," she said as she looked back over to Jackson.

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Jahosafat Moreau

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Location: Lounge (Sealed Off)

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Jahosafat slowly released his hand from his side arm as he knelt down in front of the crate as the fog of the chilled air cleared visions way. Taking a breath he looked over the unconscious Reaver before reaching over it and pulling the lid back in place, going through the various motions to ensure it was locked back into place and secured before he turned his attention to the two very confused men. He couldn't blame them for any fear or shock they may have been experiencing. He had gone through similar when he was originally approached. Standing up slowly he turned to face them and rested his hands at his sides.

"You can holster your side arms at this time gentlemen. He is secure," he said before moving over to a seat and resting himself down into it as if nothing spectacular was occurring. A relaxed look in his eyes as he reclined back somewhat and draped an ankle over his knee. "As I stated before Whitefall will be under Reaver attack soon if our calculations are correct. It is my job to find a way to either stop these former men, or how to..." He stopped, pondering his next words carefully. "Harness them."

Sitting up he let his foot drop to the floor as he placed his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together before him. "As you are aware the PAX is mostly just a chemical that calms people, far too much mind you. That 1/10th of 1% of the population it affects in this manner," he said pointing over at the now sealed crate, "is what I am appointed to figured out. Genetic mapping my good fellows. I need to find out what in certain ones of us can be triggered to become that. Once I am able to do that, I am to develop a means of suppressing that specific gene or hormone or whatever it could rightly be so that as our War against the Reavers continues they will not be able to increase their populations anymore."

Standing up he slipped off his over coat, draping it over the back of the chair gently before rolling his sleeves up. Once they were pristinly in place he opened his medical bag and pulled out a small kit. "First things first, I will need blood sampling from each member of the crew to compare with Jayne's here. I need to know if any of you are possibly future Reavers."

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

@Morose On day 6

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@FantasyChic On day 7, a post is needed before the counter rolls over to 8.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@frapet Need to work relations via pm with each member of the Vindicator before you make your first post. So check through the list, and send a pm to each person running a character on that ship.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

My first full outfit/mood theme from one of my own layouts. ^_^ (Way too freaking happy with the way it turned out.)

Coffee Break

When Royalty Collides ~Closed~

@HaleyTheRandom Love it but seriously, where is the whoopie cushion?