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Roleplay man, roleplay man, does whatever a roleplay can. Does he write? Not at all. He brings plots to a stall, look out... He’s a fucking ghost.
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6 yrs ago
I hate websites that tell you an email is wrong whilst you're trying to type it out. CALM YOUR TITS, I'VE NOT PUT IN THE FUCKING @ ADDRESS YET, NO SHIT IT'S NOT VALID.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone else see a word spelt totally correctly and think 'that can't be fucking right, I've messed something up.'
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7 yrs ago
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager!
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THE IRON HEARTED



@Rhea



She had, to put it in plain terms, been screwed. Sure, she was rateful that such a muck-up allowed her to continue to wear the colours of her regiment and of her country, as was right and proper, but she knew that such a start was not the sort of thing that boded well for her and her squads' time as part of this force.

When the announcements were done, she would check her watch. The cold bit into her but she minded little, instead more annoyed that she hadn't had a chance to rouse herself with a proper mug of recaff. That was something she would have to remedy immediately, but before that... "I anticipated us to have longer before we were needed to gather here," she admitted this freely to her men. "All of you in my command squad have fourty-five minutes to yourselves. Get yourselves presentable. We will be assembling in the training yard so that I can get a proper assessment of your abilities and talents." She would look around.

"Private McDinny," she said at last, folding her hands behind her back. "You have fifteen minutes. I was intending on punishing you for much longer, but I suppose I'll have to split it into two parts. Consider yourself lucky." She would purse her lips ever so slightly, then clap her hands together once, the noise as loud as any autogun shot. "Dismissed."




Fifteen minutes later, and she would be striding back out towards the training field, piping hot cup of recaff in her hands. The local brew for Vernum was unpleasantly sweet she had found, but by cutting it with the sharp taste of kien juice and, of course, the recaffinated packets that gave the ununiform drink its rather uniform name, it was not only quite palatable, but had enough of a kick to it on its own that the caffiene was hardly needed.

She was, of course, waiting for Pvt. McDinny, and when the woman arrived would look at her without emotion. "McDinny. I will let you know one thing. Normally, someone who lied to a superior officer, imitated a fellow soldier, then tried to get out of their lies by saying even more lies would have my boot rammed so far up their backside that they'd be polishing it with their tongues. I want you to understand that this punishment is my lenience."

"I do not have large reserves of such a thing."
It was time to leave. She would cast her gaze once around the room, the mirrors, reflecting her and her and her, the pressure in her skull building back up again... And then she would go through, one moment in France, the next in America, a continent and an ocean away. The last mote of her presence in the old world remained- a single bleached white hair that had fallen loose from her scalp and settled there on the ground.
@Caasicam

As you probably gathered, this RP took place in an alternate timeline where a large amount of the canonical Rainbow roster ended up being killed by the White Masks at Vegas, hence the references to Twich, Frost, Buck & Bandit as being dead.
Ooh! I had these two done up for another Rainbow 6 RP, with tweaks to backstory and formatting, how would they fit?




My last edit didn't go through, so bump.
"I'm see-" She looked at the mirrors. She wasn't seeing anything. "Fuck what I was seeing, because I'm not seeing shit right now." Her nose let out another long trickle, the blood pooling on her lips. She could suddenly feel it. It had gotten out of the mirror. They had gotten out of the mirror. Well, whatever 'it,' and 'they' were in this situation; she wasn't sure that they were, in fact, the same theys that had fucking plagued her for years.

Nonetheless, she had been hounded by theys and herselfs and herselfs for far too long for her liking, so she didn't feel like ducking and weaving away. With a scream that could have shattered glass, she felt half a decade's worth of frustration pour through her and out into whatever barrier was seperating her from America. She didn't know what it would do or how it would happen, but she wanted it gone and she didn't care how dangerous it was.
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