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The day rolled on as you searched the web. You received a message from Vivian. "At airport. The guards name is Sam." There was no knock at the door as it opened. The three nieces came in your room and shut the door. "No one to save you now bitch." Michelle snapped. "You may be rich but if you don't give us some money in eight figures right now we're going to make your life hell for the next hour."

"Your Aunt isn't here to save you now. So go ahead and cry. I'm going to get you for that slap." Kathy held a lighter. " Maybe I'll just burn off all your damn hair. No one likes you. Freak. You should just kill your self."

Jamie stood by the door and looked at you. Not menacing or angry she just looked at you. Her hands were behind her. The other two descended on you. You were tough and fought back scratching one of them. The struggle brought it all back and the tears rolled down your face. They eventually overpowered you. Then just as Kathy held out the lighter with the small flame, you heard the giggle. The room got dark but only you seemed to notice. "Tehehehe." The darkness grew. The final sound of the light bulbs in the room breaking gave the girls the sound to stop and look at the now dark room. Only the lighter gave any light to see. The light from outside was gone as was the window. The door to the bathroom was gone. Swallowed by the walls of the room. As the last image arose from the dark revealed a ceiling covered in black tentacles. The flame of the lighter went out.

You heard screams and the tossing of bodies. You heard the cries and begging of Kathy mixed with the muffled cries of Michelle. Something was slammed into the floor hard and not once but a few times. Slaps to many to count all around you. The tearing of something could be heard with more muffled cries. Then a slam into a wall and the breaking of glass. The sound of some one choking followed by odd sounds. More slapping and thuds to the floor. As in the left corner you heard laughing, mad laughing. You remained on the bed untouched, and unable to see. The sound got quieter like they were being dragged off, all of them dragged off. The laughing was the last sound to go. The room returned the doors and the window gave light back to the room. The furniture and everything in it remained just as it was. The only thing missing was the three girls. There was a knock at the door. 'Eva its Amanda do you want to come to dinner?"
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age: Psychosis:(none is acceptabLE too)

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Vivian looked at you and smiled. "It will be alright. I'll call to let you know how things are, and you can call to let me know if things get too weird. With the guard you should be able to even GPs us on your laptop. before we leave I'm sure Amanda will let you know the contact info. Just don't kill anyone, until I get back."

"Now that the necklace is gone things should be easier. Get out more and buy stuff you don't need to piss off Frank. you got all that money and nothing to show for it. Find stuff that makes you happy. Harass that cook of your to make some amazing food. Do some creepy stuff to those stuck ups. Buy some attack dogs or attack dogs with lasers on their heads. See how munch starry night is going for and get it. Buy a plane and fly just to do it."

It was hard to watch Vivian go. She rolled down the window and waved. Amanda gave you a phone preprogramed with three numbers. Home, Vivian, and guard. It was GPS sat phone so there was no camera or internet connection. It did have a screen for a twelve digit grid co ordinates that can be used with your laptop google earth to find where Vivian was within four feet. It was bulky black and water resistant. the thick rubber antenna was over four inches and non collapsible. Amanda gave you a wall charger.

Amanda true to her word got a contractor to begin construction on a three stage barrier system. Spikes, pylons, and a metal gate able to stop a semi truck. They were also installing metal wires to stop bikes and smaller vehicles from freely getting onto the property. Soon this place was going to become what fort Knox wished it was. The one item left that was in motion was the legal red tape to get Frank off the property. It was becoming dusk.
@MsQu33nB "I am looking for a modern twist on supernatural/fantasy rp. With werewolves, vampires, demons, hellhounds, witches, etc. NOTHING is impossible."

Interesting. Would you be the character and could characters be a combination of supernatural? Ideas that come to mind are demon possessed witch, a vampire (not a were wolf)shape shifter, or a werewolf hell hound?
@Rika "I'd say we just create our own high school host club with totally adorkable boy characters. <3"

"Adorkable" That made my day thanks! =)


Sitting on her couch was a different pace for the dock chief. Her hair still unbraided and stretched herself out along the length of the couch. Hands folded behind Ashala's head. She closed her eyes and thought of the dress. It had felt so light and natural. She caught herself purring about it. It was odd for her to do that without a reason. When would she be able to actually have a reason to wear it again. Ashala shrugged. It was alright, she would at least have something to wear if she needed to. That was the whole point of getting it, wasn't it? A comm came though to her terminal.

Abhijat: New transfer, doc hand, level 5 rating. Great I already have a level 5 and Jimmy is at least useful. As Ashala looked at his picture she heard herself, "Purrr, Purrr." Shaking her head, "No." He was Altenian but, well, maybe. This guy was grade "A" trouble maker with no respect for team work or authority. His list of reprimands took up three pages, most of them were trivial. The serious ones were obviously trumped up. Ashala could see he made enemies at his last place. Rough necks would get him on track. First thing that she needed to get rid of was the level 5 rating. He had a front loader license and a heavy lifter rating of 3. This made him at least a level 3 worker. She kept his room a level 5 and only upgraded his dock level on her sheet. (Paper work errors happen all the time.) Searching the data base Ashala used her clearance to check his history in more detail. "Purr, Purr." This was why she liked working with terrans. She turned off the comm and rested again thinking of the earlier part of the day.

The clothes, Ashala never thought about what terrans wore under their clothes. She just assumed one layer was enough for them. The under layer she had seen was so small Ashala wondered why they would bother to wear them at all. Ashala thought of Kim and Ann. Did they really wear such items? She doubted it. Bomshell was another matter. That terran was well, she just liked tight clothing. The thought of her wearing those items in addition to the clothes Becky usually wore seemed plausible. Ashala shook her head and dismissed the line of thought. She stood up from the couch and walked into the bathroom to braid her hair. Ashala looking into the mirror and began to drift back to her first days training with terrans.

Terrans were similar in so many ways to a lot of other races. At the same time they had some major differences. It was a rumor that Ashala researched about terran history. She found out some interesting things such as, at one point terrans worshiped cats. Ashala thought that must be the reason some of them have what she called a fur fetish. The terrans were so different in thought and appearance. Even on the docs there were hard workers, lazy workers, and workers that could do it all like Kim. With her T-5 rating she was accelerated in the docks to her position. She learned about logistics and the form after form that followed every container, ever single shipment. Through this process she ran into fur loving terrans, and terrans that disliked her be cause she had fur. She was glad for her ancestry during these times. She was also harassed in other ways. The ball of yarn in the locker, the new guy pulling her tail after being told it was an aphrodisiac, and collars at her work station. She never quit. Ashala met them off work with the collar or yarn and wait. She would fake purr and draw them in. The next day they called in sick. A few of these sick days caused the objects and snickers to stopped. The workers became more productive and did as they were told, when they were told. The fights she fought forced the Altenian keep a constant watch on the attitudes of those around her.

Terrans came and went. When it was time to take the lead she was transferred. Dock six was hers and a lot of people left. Ashala replaced them and began to form the rough necks. Kim had stayed after her retirement and taught her all about self reliance. She found the tranfers and workers no one wanted worked out the best. They had an edge like her. Her crew worked independently of regulations and true team work. The Rough necks still got it done. Ashala learned that it was the constant supervision and over the shoulder leadership that drove these types to be counter productive. If she just stayed clear of them they would return with a question but for the most part each one knew there job and what was expected. In training the instructor told Ashala about the illusion of freedom. How giving some workers the freedom to get a job done their way was just as productive. The job required workers to accomplish a task. How that task is completed should never be dictated. This is moving crates not navigation through asteroids. The toughest part was not destroying the loaders in the process or killing someone through carelessness.

Ashala's hair was now in one long braid. The dock chief used the official comm channel to alert Abhijat to report for assignmet tomorrow. She hoped that him seeing an Altenian would encourage him to show. Not that it mattered she sent a private comm to Ann to make the alarm in his room go off an hour early and stay on. She returned to the living room, sitting on the couch, and finished her food order thinking of tomorrow.
"That's a, great idea. I will inform them right now Vivian please pack for a weeks travel. Its just going to be us Eva ok? Ill call the lawyer and tell him about this." Amanda walked towards the pool house.

Vivian looked at you with a sad face. "I-" "You take care and only do things half crazy." She pats you on the head and forces a smile. "When I get back I want to see you so happy you laugh. Maybe even get a hair cut." She sticks out her tongue. Vivian gets up and starts to pack for the trip. She asks your opinion on different outfits and packs the ones you pick.
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