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Lady Absinthia
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STATUS: Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there 5 yrs ago
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Happy International Women's Day to all the fabulous female Gm's and Rpers out there
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Bond, James Bond, 007. You can never be replaced and will be deeply missed sir. RIP Connery 😭
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Major Congrats to all my peeps in The Walking Dead - We have reached the 5 year strong milestone!!! HOLY SHIT!
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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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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 ۩━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ |  ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ↕ The first step is scary. ↕ ↕ Take it anyway. ↕ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Current Roleplays ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Resources and Tutorials ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ My Main RP Peeps ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Everything Else |
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@Pundii - On day 7
@Sigil Quick reference to you instead of a descriptor because I know you'll get the reference. Expendables 3, hanger minus plane.
Date: Sunday May 21th, 2017
@Dragoknighte - Relic shrugged a bit as he slipped back further into the shadows and waited for his food. "Yeah, pretty much, but that was a given," he said before zipping up his hoodie and pulling the hood up fully. "I don't know, Riley seems the type that is too much in the spot light to be part of the underground but her sister, well there are a lot of articles on her for arrests and something about a mass killing in their home town not too long ago. Seems Riley and Chloe were there when it went down. Seems kind of odd that the two of them would be around places during two different series of killings in two different cities," he said trying to figure out how they could be involved. It just didn't make sense to him but there was little logic in the chambers of the human heart. For all he knew they were serial killers and pinning it on other people. I mean seriously, who would suspect them?
@Morose - "Want to get some food? Kitchens open and I got the munchies still. Didn't get to finish my burrito before we headed out earlier," Ronnie said before waiving at the bartender and scooting out of his seat. "What do you want?" he asked Chloe. Once she gave him her order, if she wanted anything Ronnie headed over to the bar and waited for Scott to have a free moment so he could put their order in. It was still too early for the waitresses to show up, they probably would be heading in about the same time that they were heading out. Looking back over at Chloe he smiled a bit and gave her a cheeky grin before sticking his tongue out playfully. Cocking a brow and wondering who she was texting but he wasn't going to ask. He knew better than to pry into her personal life.
@Nallore @Scallop - Things outside are calm and after a few minutes Marc comes back to the door and holsters his pistol. "All clear you two, come on in," he said before stepping back inside and waiting for them to enter. Once they were inside he shut the door and locked it up tight. The place was a mess but didn't look like it had been tossed, just that things were not as tiddy as someone might think an ex marine would keep them. There were several broken pictures in frames on the coffee table. Pictures of Lawson and some dark brunette, Riley would know the woman, it was Adelaide. The frames were shattered, as if a fist had gone through them, a lot of empty booze bottles, and even a single crushed wedding band tossed carelessly on top of the broken glass. Sighing Marc rubbed the back of his neck. "Thought he was handling the divorce better than this," Marc said as he looked over at Riley. Feeling his phone go off he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the text. A small smile came to his face as he quickly replied - "Whenever you are ready I'll be there for you. Just tell me what you need," he sent back before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
@Morose @Sigil - Things in the hanger are not going to good. Cecily is bleeding and it needs to stop. Thing is even if you get out of there do you really want to take her to the hospital that was just under investigation where the Coroner was killed out right in the ICU? Well first things first. Shooting outside has stopped but that was to be expected, they are closing ranks and listening for shit. Inside the hanger is pretty bare, there is only what looks like a souped up golf cart in there as far as vehicles go. There are a couple of tanks of jet fuel though and for fucking Christ.... Over handing on the door to the office etched on the wood like it should say Manager or something was another set of words - Alicia Gonzalez - Why the hell does Alicia have an office in a hanger surrounded by these fuckers? Well if anything, if you can get inside, the door is locked if checked, at least it is another wall between you and fuckers. Better run, a team of eight of pushing in through the main front entrance of the hanger and as soon as they spot you two, they open fire.
@Rivaan - And out of this corner!!!! ~coughs~ Right, your turn.
Kyra & Ash
Location: Hell?
Interacting With: Skeletons and one falling for her :P
Interacting With: Skeletons and one falling for her :P
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If Kyra had been the type to get excited she probably would have done a little cheer. You know the type, pumping fist in the air, a few pom poms, pulling something like a Genie from the lamp and going "Rick 'em, rack 'em, rock 'em, rake! Stick that sword into that snake!" but about Skeletons you know? But she wasn't. Three down, and she cursed under her breath that she hadn't been able to take at least one more out. Shaking her head she went to grab for another set of arrows out of her quiver but it seemed that things were not going as balancedly for her partner archer than they were for her.
Kyra's head whipped around and suddenly her goal right then changed. It wasn't about killing Skeletons right then, or dealing with some shape shipping mist, or even ragging Sana over the fact that Keystone seemed to fall head over heels (literally) just a moment ago. Ir was about keeping a fellow archer from cracking her skull open on the group below. Kyra slung her bow quickly over her shoulder and dropped to straddle the tree, her ankles locking beneath the branch. Letting her weight take over and gravity itself, she swung upside down trying to hand there and grab Lerraina's wrist before she dropped out of reach. If that worked she would attempt to swing the woman back into the tree or at least help her to a lower branch.
Marc & Chris
Location: Haunted House
The Haunted House, just fucking great. Strobbing lights, fog machines, shit jumping out of every corner. Yeah, fucking perfect place to get killed. Chris ducked down and took position, pulling out his handgun and waiting. He knew the place backwards and forwards. It was one of his favorite things at the carnival, always had been. He knew each sound, every light. He had gone through it hundreds of times over the years and even was the reason a lot of things got changed, ever giving his brilliant input to the people who ran it. He knew he had the advantage. He would finish off Marc, get out of there, make his film and then everyone would know how brilliant he was. He knew he was going to jail but that didn't matter at this point, he had to live to finish it. There were still more that needed to die before the grand finale but if Marc had his way he knew he wasn't walking out of there alive.
Marc kept his gun lowered, not wanting to accidentally end up shooting some innocent bystander. Enough people had been hurt and killed over this. He felt his blood boiling thinking back to Simone, what she had endured because of this twisted fuck, how many more had died just this weekend because of him. How many more that could die if he didn't do his job. What was the point of becoming an FBI agent, of serving in the military if he couldn't make safe his own home town? If he couldn't keep Ash alive, or Ada, or Kai, or Riley, or Chloe. Damn it, he wasn't loosing one more person if he could help it, not while he was still breathing.
Chris heard a noise that was out of place, waiting until he knew it was time. Quickly he rose from his place and he came up behind the person who was the cause of the noise. It wasn't who he was expecting, but it would do. His arm came around Chloe's neck and his gun pointed into her rib cage. "My my my, aren't you the adventurous one. You would have made a great Heroin but alas you will have to settle for a bit role at the end of a great story," he said with a grin on his face.
Marc came around the corner and aimed his gun right at Chris, his eyes looking at Chloe for a moment before focusing back on Chris. "Let her go," he ordered but Chris just laughed.
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