Holly continued to stare almost blankly out of the window and down onto the street below their shabby little apartment. She watched as a man wearing a black suit talked on his phone device and crossed the road, causing two lanes of traffic to slow and beep at him. She watched a trio of young men wearing hooded tops and jeans walking together and talking loudly with gestures about something before they walked into a diner. She continued to watch the various happenings as she had been for the last hour or so, before she finally turned away and moved back into the centre of the relatively empty room. She hadn’t slept very well again last night and had awakened every few hours, again passing the time between bouts of sleep by staring out of the window at whatever happened to be going on in the mundane world. She resisted the urge to sigh out loud and instead decided that it was time to do something – she didn’t know what but just something, anything that counted as progress.
She quickly picked her hooded jacket up from where it lay balled up beside the pile of blankets and pillows that she used for a bed, an array of mundane magazines and papers spread out beside it. She’d learnt a great many things just from reading through whatever discarded publication she happened to come across. The range of different cultures and topics had amazed her at first, but for every interesting fact or story she found she also found several horrific or depraved stories that made her shiver and feel sick. Rape, murder, violence of all kinds were just the start. Most importantly she had managed to learn a great deal about the workings and technology of the mundane – again for every wonderful thing she discovered, there seemed to be countless more tales of crime or some deadly weapon. Holly glanced backwards out of the window one last time, and as she was about to turn away she spotted the distant figure of Jeff waltzing away from the apartment. – her augmented vision allowing her to identify him with little trouble. A few moments later she spotted Dahlia following him, the pair no doubtedly off somewhere together to ‘gather intelligence’. Of how much of that involved actual work and less just spending time together Holly didn’t want to guess at.
Zipping her jacket up she exited her room, manoeuvring her way down the narrow and dim hallway that lead to their shared ‘living room’. She sat on the large questionable sofa that had come with the place, her arms sprawled out and her head hung down. Even though it was only the morning she already felt drained. She turned her head and listened for any signs of someone left in the apartment, signs of someone else who wanted to be useful is some way. Her head swam with the thoughts of the things she’d learned over the last few evenings. Casting the thoughts out of her mind she suddenly stood and made her way across the room towards what was classed as their kitchen, it being part of their living room with just a cheaply tiled floor to differentiate the two. Opening the only cupboard she picked out a questionable looking item of food, a breakfast biscuit that was part of their hastily gathered ‘supplies’. It tasted a little stale, but compared to the usual flavourless food of Undaro it seemed almost like rare deliciously to her. Licking her lips she glanced around the apartment with a somewhat vacant look on her face.
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Thorin stood in the shadows just a little way down the road from the club, the sounds of its terrible music already drifting into his ears. He took a final drag on his cigarette before dropping it and crushing it into the ground with his boot, exhaling into the cool evening air. He had been stood watching and waiting for a little while now, seeing several people enter the club over the last few minutes. He suspected now that he wasn’t the only one contacted for such a job, at least judging by some of the characters going in – and he was pretty sure he’d even seen a small drone at one point.
Grunting slightly he moved forwards and directed his attention towards the doorman, an appropriately ‘tough’ looking ork who has gestured the others inside. As Thorin passed him he opened his jacket slightly, enough so that his Ruger was visible, just so he knew why he was here and that he wasn’t particularly in the mood for a conversation. Entering the club the visual and audio bombardment was sufficient to make him feel nauseous from the first moment, the loud music reverberating inside of his skull. He spared a few moments to glance around at the mass of writhing bodies but didn’t see anything that he wouldn’t have expected, and quickly started to move towards the back of the club. He hated venues like this with a passion, but had throughout his questionable career had to spend far more time than he would have liked in places like this. He quickly spotted what he was looking for, an inconspicuous door along the back wall – generally to a VIP area of some kind, and considering it was the only one he could see he figured that was the place to go.
It was easy enough for him to make his way through the centre of the drunken cluster, his muscle augmentation and relative height to most of the people in his way guaranteed that they didn’t stay in his way long. He ignored the few cries and insults thrown by those who even noticed him pushing past. He reached the door and pulled it open before walking through into what looked like a half decent poker den – even complete with real cards. Taking an immediate interest in the game it took Thorin a few moments to notice the fuzzy human gesturing towards a row of chairs to the side lined up against the wall, and the others sat waiting there. He clocked each of them quickly, deciding that introductions could be given later, he wanted to hear this job first, and then he could go from there.
Grunting slightly he moved forwards and directed his attention towards the doorman, an appropriately ‘tough’ looking ork who has gestured the others inside. As Thorin passed him he opened his jacket slightly, enough so that his Ruger was visible, just so he knew why he was here and that he wasn’t particularly in the mood for a conversation. Entering the club the visual and audio bombardment was sufficient to make him feel nauseous from the first moment, the loud music reverberating inside of his skull. He spared a few moments to glance around at the mass of writhing bodies but didn’t see anything that he wouldn’t have expected, and quickly started to move towards the back of the club. He hated venues like this with a passion, but had throughout his questionable career had to spend far more time than he would have liked in places like this. He quickly spotted what he was looking for, an inconspicuous door along the back wall – generally to a VIP area of some kind, and considering it was the only one he could see he figured that was the place to go.
It was easy enough for him to make his way through the centre of the drunken cluster, his muscle augmentation and relative height to most of the people in his way guaranteed that they didn’t stay in his way long. He ignored the few cries and insults thrown by those who even noticed him pushing past. He reached the door and pulled it open before walking through into what looked like a half decent poker den – even complete with real cards. Taking an immediate interest in the game it took Thorin a few moments to notice the fuzzy human gesturing towards a row of chairs to the side lined up against the wall, and the others sat waiting there. He clocked each of them quickly, deciding that introductions could be given later, he wanted to hear this job first, and then he could go from there.
Yeah sorry for the delay - I will be working on a post asap.
Just had an emergancy dentists appointment and had a root canal done :/ But at least I'm not at work now....
Damn teeth - could do with augmented jawline or some shit.
Just had an emergancy dentists appointment and had a root canal done :/ But at least I'm not at work now....
Damn teeth - could do with augmented jawline or some shit.
I can't think of anything specifically :)
I'm awake!
Will get to posting :D
Sour Mash aye? That explains it ;p
You know a secret of McDonalds burgers is that they are 'sour mash' so to speak - in terms of the recycle some of the grill scrapings back into the new burgers. I think they use the rest of the scrapings for fuel in their delivery lorries...anyway...
Will get to posting :D
Sour Mash aye? That explains it ;p
You know a secret of McDonalds burgers is that they are 'sour mash' so to speak - in terms of the recycle some of the grill scrapings back into the new burgers. I think they use the rest of the scrapings for fuel in their delivery lorries...anyway...
Aha – sounds like the Scottish to me.
I personally do like my Whisky straight – but not particularly to be drunk as a shot, more-so to be casually sipped in a gentleman-like fashion.
I find decent Whisky can be very hit and miss. I’ve not tried Glengoyne but I assume it’d be pretty good.
I like my Bourbons, though haven’t had one in a long time (JD does not count as Whisky). People keep buying me Bells Whisky, which is alright I guess.
If you mix Whisky with coke then you need to leave :p
I personally do like my Whisky straight – but not particularly to be drunk as a shot, more-so to be casually sipped in a gentleman-like fashion.
I find decent Whisky can be very hit and miss. I’ve not tried Glengoyne but I assume it’d be pretty good.
I like my Bourbons, though haven’t had one in a long time (JD does not count as Whisky). People keep buying me Bells Whisky, which is alright I guess.
If you mix Whisky with coke then you need to leave :p
Heh - injecting spirits? Sure why not - suppose gets the alcohol directly into the bloodstream that way!
Name:
Sara Merothi
Age:
Like all elven folk, Sara appears to be eternally young and beautiful – appearing to be around her early twenties, despite the fact she has lived for many hundreds of years.
Race:
Elven
Appearance:
Sara carries herself in such a way that she is always alert and light on her feet, which gives her a somewhat tense and cautious appearance. She is rarely seen without being wrapped within her hooded cloak, seeming almost to be one with the shadows she frequently skulks through. Her long midnight black hair glistens somewhat and serves to contrast her slightly pale complexion, showing that she is more familiar with the darkness and shadows than daylight. Like most elves her face could be considered somewhat small and narrow, her features being defined and somewhat petite. Her eyes are a dark piercing green and seem to be one of the few sources of colour that emanate from the woman, the green being as lush and deep as the trees of Mirkwood. She regularly has an overtired appearance, making it seem like a good night’s sleep would benefit her greatly, however this is just a by-product of her over exertion and the magic which flows through her. When coupled with the almost constant scowling expression she has she can appear quite unfriendly indeed.
Personality:
Sara has become somewhat of a loner over the last several years, having spent much time traveling without any companions and with only herself for company. She would be considered by most as quite a bizarre individual, speaking as she thinks without considering how odd things may seem to others. She has a passion for knowledge and learning, something which has driven her for almost her entire life and this shows in her personality. She shares information with others regardless of if they have asked or shown any interest, assuming that they would want to know. She feels that anyone who is uninterested in learning and acquiring more knowledge is most bizarre and there must be something wrong with them.
Sara considers evil to be an extreme inconvenience, seeing how it destroys and corrupts all it comes into contact with, and generally will attempt to vanquish darkness where she encounters it.
Aside from that Sara could be considered somewhat selfish or just generally uninterested, showing an interest in only things that she personally cares about. She has no desire to meet or make new ‘friends’ and generally can be rude or dismissive.
That being said she is not opposed to the idea of companionship, and if she comes into contact with the right individuals then she can become much more friendly and open.
Biography:
Sara has lived her for many years as a wonderer, traveling the lands as she sees fit. Originally she hales from Mirkwood, and has spent a great many years amongst the trees with her kin as a scholar. Though with the darkening of the woods she decided to travel the lands to find a solution to this problem, or at least this is what she has always maintained. In reality this was only part of the reason for her leaving, as also a deep restlessness filled her.
She has travelled the many different regions of middle-earth, but recently has been traveling in the far east. In her travels she has seen and experienced much, most noteworthy of all was her discovery of what she strongly believes to the final resting place of one of the five Istari, judging by the state of the remains and the various items that she discovered. All that remained of one of the fabled blue wizards were several bone fragments and scraps of ragged and stained cloth, but most important of all were the several shards of what she now assumes was once his staff. Sensing the strange and magical energy within these few shards Sara decided to take them and put them to use, fashioning the shards into a makeshift pendant which now never leaves her neck.
From that moment onwards Sara has felt different, imbued with whatever strange magical energy that the Istari staff fragments channel into her. Her own magical skills have grown immensely, giving her much more than her natural elven abilities ever could, though she frequently feels unwell after the use of magic and almost constantly feels drained and tired despite how much rest she has gotten.
With the rising of the Easterling King Oldur, Sara has finally travelled back to her home to defend it however she can. She knows all too well the power of the Easterlings, having witnessed many of their internal conflicts and methods of conquest. She knows that all of the races of middle-earth are under threat from this rampaging threat, and that the men of Dale, the elves of Mirkwood and the Dwarves of Erebor will be the first to face this deadly horde.
Strengths:
Exceptional Magical abilities
Exceptional Stealth abilities
Proficient Archery skills
Well versed in Knowledge and Lore of Middle-Earth
Weaknesses:
Sickly constitution
Tires quickly
Relies heavily on stealth
Lacks swordsmanship skills
Extra Information:
Like all Elves she can speak both Common and Elven (Sindarin). She can also speak some eastern dialects, though is not fluent and is only familiar with few of the many different languages they use.
Sara carries with her a satchel which contains all of her possessions, including several books, scrolls and maps as well as a few assorted items.
Hopefully all good and appropriate?
Sara Merothi
Age:
Like all elven folk, Sara appears to be eternally young and beautiful – appearing to be around her early twenties, despite the fact she has lived for many hundreds of years.
Race:
Elven
Appearance:
Sara carries herself in such a way that she is always alert and light on her feet, which gives her a somewhat tense and cautious appearance. She is rarely seen without being wrapped within her hooded cloak, seeming almost to be one with the shadows she frequently skulks through. Her long midnight black hair glistens somewhat and serves to contrast her slightly pale complexion, showing that she is more familiar with the darkness and shadows than daylight. Like most elves her face could be considered somewhat small and narrow, her features being defined and somewhat petite. Her eyes are a dark piercing green and seem to be one of the few sources of colour that emanate from the woman, the green being as lush and deep as the trees of Mirkwood. She regularly has an overtired appearance, making it seem like a good night’s sleep would benefit her greatly, however this is just a by-product of her over exertion and the magic which flows through her. When coupled with the almost constant scowling expression she has she can appear quite unfriendly indeed.
Personality:
Sara has become somewhat of a loner over the last several years, having spent much time traveling without any companions and with only herself for company. She would be considered by most as quite a bizarre individual, speaking as she thinks without considering how odd things may seem to others. She has a passion for knowledge and learning, something which has driven her for almost her entire life and this shows in her personality. She shares information with others regardless of if they have asked or shown any interest, assuming that they would want to know. She feels that anyone who is uninterested in learning and acquiring more knowledge is most bizarre and there must be something wrong with them.
Sara considers evil to be an extreme inconvenience, seeing how it destroys and corrupts all it comes into contact with, and generally will attempt to vanquish darkness where she encounters it.
Aside from that Sara could be considered somewhat selfish or just generally uninterested, showing an interest in only things that she personally cares about. She has no desire to meet or make new ‘friends’ and generally can be rude or dismissive.
That being said she is not opposed to the idea of companionship, and if she comes into contact with the right individuals then she can become much more friendly and open.
Biography:
Sara has lived her for many years as a wonderer, traveling the lands as she sees fit. Originally she hales from Mirkwood, and has spent a great many years amongst the trees with her kin as a scholar. Though with the darkening of the woods she decided to travel the lands to find a solution to this problem, or at least this is what she has always maintained. In reality this was only part of the reason for her leaving, as also a deep restlessness filled her.
She has travelled the many different regions of middle-earth, but recently has been traveling in the far east. In her travels she has seen and experienced much, most noteworthy of all was her discovery of what she strongly believes to the final resting place of one of the five Istari, judging by the state of the remains and the various items that she discovered. All that remained of one of the fabled blue wizards were several bone fragments and scraps of ragged and stained cloth, but most important of all were the several shards of what she now assumes was once his staff. Sensing the strange and magical energy within these few shards Sara decided to take them and put them to use, fashioning the shards into a makeshift pendant which now never leaves her neck.
From that moment onwards Sara has felt different, imbued with whatever strange magical energy that the Istari staff fragments channel into her. Her own magical skills have grown immensely, giving her much more than her natural elven abilities ever could, though she frequently feels unwell after the use of magic and almost constantly feels drained and tired despite how much rest she has gotten.
With the rising of the Easterling King Oldur, Sara has finally travelled back to her home to defend it however she can. She knows all too well the power of the Easterlings, having witnessed many of their internal conflicts and methods of conquest. She knows that all of the races of middle-earth are under threat from this rampaging threat, and that the men of Dale, the elves of Mirkwood and the Dwarves of Erebor will be the first to face this deadly horde.
Strengths:
Exceptional Magical abilities
Exceptional Stealth abilities
Proficient Archery skills
Well versed in Knowledge and Lore of Middle-Earth
Weaknesses:
Sickly constitution
Tires quickly
Relies heavily on stealth
Lacks swordsmanship skills
Extra Information:
Like all Elves she can speak both Common and Elven (Sindarin). She can also speak some eastern dialects, though is not fluent and is only familiar with few of the many different languages they use.
Sara carries with her a satchel which contains all of her possessions, including several books, scrolls and maps as well as a few assorted items.
Hopefully all good and appropriate?
How's everything coming? :)
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