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I have not heard from Solemn in a while, I take it life is taking all there time at the moment. Hopefully they will be back soon. I know of Knighthawks thing which is probably still happening.
The time skip will occur probably after your post, take your time though.
Drake: "If the noise gets too much I could always get some soundproofing in one of the unused rooms and set up a bit of a mini studio for her - if it gets to that, not that I am volunteering for extra work mind."
What he said made Karen smile, even though it was no joke it felt like one and it was most likely going to happen too. Poor Drake would have to hear Krissy go on about what she wanted and where she wanted it. She was not hard to please but she was hard on the people doing things for her and the sisters had no idea where that came from either. The fact that Drake was now face to face with her meant she had his full attention though that was short lived as the area went from a nice peaceful place to a place which grew louder and louder every passing second. Kaylah looked over a nearby glass of water where she watched it start to move more and more, that meant one thing. Karen kind of frowned, yes her sister was coming home but Drake would be off or looking elsewhere in a matter of no time.
Two minutes later the sound of loud guitars, bass, drums, keyboard and vocals could be heard blurring out at a stupid volume. The mother stayed where she was while Kaylah and Kat went to the front. Karen stayed close to Drake though knew she had to go to the front to greet the rebellious sister. The walk was short as the two sisters peered out to see a tour bus parked outside the manor with the music now even louder as the bus doors opened. The words blood on the floor repeated several times, the sisters had to cover there ears over the insane volume being pumped out of the tour bus, lucky the nearest place was a mile away or noise complaints would be frequent. Karen could hear the loud aggressive guitar tones, bass, drums and vocals all the way from the kitchen. She kind of smiled at Drake once more before trailing towards the front door where a loud roar left the bus.
By the time Karen reached the front door the music was cut as the tour bus was now no longer running. Krissy jumps off the bus with a guitar case behind her, being the good sister Karen waved and began to approach the distance sister. Like Krissy always did she just gave a nod which was the best they would get from her. Kaylah and Kat soon approached hoping Krissy was in a pleasant mood which surprisingly she was. When the three were close she pulled them in and gave them a hug, something she normally did not start herself but usually ended.
Krissy: "What's uuuuuuuppppppppppppp."
The 90's catch phase rearing its ugly head once more. The sister were not sure how to react to Krissy's strange mood as they were released from there hold of the third oldest sister. Kaylah being the oldest and probably least deaf of the four spoke up first.
Kaylah: "Nice to see you again sis but must you have the music up that loud?"
Krissy: "Hell yeah, live heavy, live loud and live hard or go home."
Kaylah, Karen and Kat: "................."
Krissy: "Anyway who is going to help me unload the bus?"
The three girls looked at each other as they saw Krissy move the side panel away from the side of the bus to reveal a tone of stuff making them wonder how they would do this in such a short time. Karen came to the conclusion that Drake would be needed followed by Kat and then Kaylah. Of course they would not let him do all the heavy lifting, just some of it as Kat and Karen would have to do it together due to Kat's weak frame and Karen's semi weak frame. Most of the items in the side department were musical instruments with two suit cases that had clothing and whatever else she most likely had. Hopefully Drake would come to the front to see the tour bus parked right outside the front door. Just like that Krissy handed a bass and guitar to Kaylah, a bass drum to Karen, the cymbals were packed up and given to Kat who would even have a problem with this sort of task and if Drake was seen she would hand him the rest of the drum kit to handle. Her room was big enough to handle all of this instruments. Krissy would take her own suitcases.
Krissy: "Drake take the rest of the kit up."
She yelled the last part out in case he did not hear it, the mother could hear her daughter yell from the kitchen, something Krissy had was a powerful voice.
What he said made Karen smile, even though it was no joke it felt like one and it was most likely going to happen too. Poor Drake would have to hear Krissy go on about what she wanted and where she wanted it. She was not hard to please but she was hard on the people doing things for her and the sisters had no idea where that came from either. The fact that Drake was now face to face with her meant she had his full attention though that was short lived as the area went from a nice peaceful place to a place which grew louder and louder every passing second. Kaylah looked over a nearby glass of water where she watched it start to move more and more, that meant one thing. Karen kind of frowned, yes her sister was coming home but Drake would be off or looking elsewhere in a matter of no time.
Two minutes later the sound of loud guitars, bass, drums, keyboard and vocals could be heard blurring out at a stupid volume. The mother stayed where she was while Kaylah and Kat went to the front. Karen stayed close to Drake though knew she had to go to the front to greet the rebellious sister. The walk was short as the two sisters peered out to see a tour bus parked outside the manor with the music now even louder as the bus doors opened. The words blood on the floor repeated several times, the sisters had to cover there ears over the insane volume being pumped out of the tour bus, lucky the nearest place was a mile away or noise complaints would be frequent. Karen could hear the loud aggressive guitar tones, bass, drums and vocals all the way from the kitchen. She kind of smiled at Drake once more before trailing towards the front door where a loud roar left the bus.
By the time Karen reached the front door the music was cut as the tour bus was now no longer running. Krissy jumps off the bus with a guitar case behind her, being the good sister Karen waved and began to approach the distance sister. Like Krissy always did she just gave a nod which was the best they would get from her. Kaylah and Kat soon approached hoping Krissy was in a pleasant mood which surprisingly she was. When the three were close she pulled them in and gave them a hug, something she normally did not start herself but usually ended.
Krissy: "What's uuuuuuuppppppppppppp."
The 90's catch phase rearing its ugly head once more. The sister were not sure how to react to Krissy's strange mood as they were released from there hold of the third oldest sister. Kaylah being the oldest and probably least deaf of the four spoke up first.
Kaylah: "Nice to see you again sis but must you have the music up that loud?"
Krissy: "Hell yeah, live heavy, live loud and live hard or go home."
Kaylah, Karen and Kat: "................."
Krissy: "Anyway who is going to help me unload the bus?"
The three girls looked at each other as they saw Krissy move the side panel away from the side of the bus to reveal a tone of stuff making them wonder how they would do this in such a short time. Karen came to the conclusion that Drake would be needed followed by Kat and then Kaylah. Of course they would not let him do all the heavy lifting, just some of it as Kat and Karen would have to do it together due to Kat's weak frame and Karen's semi weak frame. Most of the items in the side department were musical instruments with two suit cases that had clothing and whatever else she most likely had. Hopefully Drake would come to the front to see the tour bus parked right outside the front door. Just like that Krissy handed a bass and guitar to Kaylah, a bass drum to Karen, the cymbals were packed up and given to Kat who would even have a problem with this sort of task and if Drake was seen she would hand him the rest of the drum kit to handle. Her room was big enough to handle all of this instruments. Krissy would take her own suitcases.
Krissy: "Drake take the rest of the kit up."
She yelled the last part out in case he did not hear it, the mother could hear her daughter yell from the kitchen, something Krissy had was a powerful voice.
The canisters were cast and the smoke lagged a little before a white cloud appeared confusing the cops who began to fire despite not seeing the target. The boss by this point moved to the left and began firing her Vice-9. She quickly unloaded a whole magazine in less then six seconds, it was like she had never been in a coma in the first place. The sound of grunts among other sounds were heard as bullets hit various cops in various places and also hitting the vehicles on the scene. This was really fun for the boss and so she began to lose track of time. she had killed four cops, two wounded and managed to get a flat tire on one of the police cars. Another clips went within seconds after reloading it, the clips slid out and the new one slid in. The plan to escape had escaped her as she fired into the white smoke before finally running out of ammo. The sound of the trigger being pulled and its empty clip could be heard. She did not discard the gun though, it could be useful later. Because the ammo was at zero she remembered the plan.
Boss: "Carlos, let's go."
Like the wind she was off, she avoided the smoke which would clear in a bit so they had to move now. Half of one police car was not in the smoke and so they could use it to get to the boat if one was actually there. Luckily for them the front of the car was the part that was sticking out of the white cloud. she quickly got in it and waited for Carlos before driving the car or what one would call driving with this woman in the car. It was more like a joy ride then a ride. When the vehicle left the gates of the prison the boss used the brakes hard as the car slide across the street before finally turning so they could travel down towards the port. The screech of the tires filled the ears of all in the area, the cops were aware now but they could not see or catch them as the boss had now made it to the end of the street where she had to then go down the road which lead to a few warehouses. Tire marks were left on the streets, a present from the boss though so were the dead cops.
A barricade was set-up, two cars and five cops waited, several of them shouting give up and various other things to make one stop which never really worked. The boss put the paddle to the metal as the car went at its top speed as she was going to ram through the quickly made barricade.
Boss: "Having fun yet Carlos?"
Boss: "Carlos, let's go."
Like the wind she was off, she avoided the smoke which would clear in a bit so they had to move now. Half of one police car was not in the smoke and so they could use it to get to the boat if one was actually there. Luckily for them the front of the car was the part that was sticking out of the white cloud. she quickly got in it and waited for Carlos before driving the car or what one would call driving with this woman in the car. It was more like a joy ride then a ride. When the vehicle left the gates of the prison the boss used the brakes hard as the car slide across the street before finally turning so they could travel down towards the port. The screech of the tires filled the ears of all in the area, the cops were aware now but they could not see or catch them as the boss had now made it to the end of the street where she had to then go down the road which lead to a few warehouses. Tire marks were left on the streets, a present from the boss though so were the dead cops.
A barricade was set-up, two cars and five cops waited, several of them shouting give up and various other things to make one stop which never really worked. The boss put the paddle to the metal as the car went at its top speed as she was going to ram through the quickly made barricade.
Boss: "Having fun yet Carlos?"
Kalamadea said
Yeah, this time it's official. I'm having to pull out. I'm only keeping one RP, and that's only because I've been in it for two and a half years. I'm pulling out of all RP stuff since gaming is killing my desire to post in anything.
Well this RP is dead so yeah. I would lock it but then I got to get a mod and then ask them. Instead I will leave it open though I won't reply back. Good luck to all your future RP's.
OK 7.
1.Demon (Your guy)
2.Vampire
3.Warlock
4.Harpie
5.Darklighter
6.Ancient One (Made up for story)
7.???
1.Demon (Your guy)
2.Vampire
3.Warlock
4.Harpie
5.Darklighter
6.Ancient One (Made up for story)
7.???
Zagan said
Sorry, having a bit of writers block atm :(
Its OK though I was going to ask should we have a circle of evil. There will be like 7 or 8 of them, one being your demon guy and slowly each one gets picked off. Maybe you could betray some of them at times because demons are not to be trusted. The collective have different backgrounds and races, so a demon (You), a vampire, warlock and so on. Each of them trying to be the right hand man of the source or to be the future source because evil likes to conspire against each other.
Future Boss: "Come on then, let's get this party started."
Like a bullet she raced her way down the first flight of stairs and then the second and then finally the last where they had just been where the guards from before were still laying there like garbage on the side walk. With the front open hell was going to break loose as she ran through the iron bars to the double standard sized doors which were the made of steel which was standard for prisons. She waited for Carlos to catch up, Carlos needed to be confident here or he could be taken out. When he caught up she let him recompose himself for a moment so he was relaxed and ready. Relaxed and ready was what she was, Carlos was probably ready to vomit his mother's spaghetti onto his orange jumpsuit and white shirt under it. How long had Carlos been here? A few days, weeks, months? Without a moment to waste she kicked open the doors where the sirens for the prison were much louder.
Future Boss: "Stay close and you won't die...... Probably."
Like the wind she was gone again as she ran towards the stairs though soon skidded to a stop as several police cars, three dozen men were in position with there guns out ready to kill them if they had too. A helicopter could be heard as well though it was not in sight. This courtyard would soon be a graveyard. She soon points to the bag Carlos has, he picked up some tear gas and so now was a good time to use it. He had to be careful not to throw it in the space they wanted to escape through or they would be tasting and feeling the tear gas. If they were caught she would probably get the chair and he would probably get the same..... Maybe.
Future Boss: "Make it count kid."
Carlos was a little nerves, he clearly had not done this before though why would he. Carlos was normal, well normalish. She watched as he slowly took out the tear gas as she heard the cops demand they give up or they would open fire. The future boss only had one response and that response was going to be sent by Carlos or she hoped he did. Stage fright was not something she wanted to happen but he did not look to confident in what he was doing, it seemed all alien to him. Carlos was probably nothing more then a common thug. The Boss began to fire on them, Carlos now had no choice but to lob them in places that would affect the guard but not affect them as they passed through the prison front gates.
Like a bullet she raced her way down the first flight of stairs and then the second and then finally the last where they had just been where the guards from before were still laying there like garbage on the side walk. With the front open hell was going to break loose as she ran through the iron bars to the double standard sized doors which were the made of steel which was standard for prisons. She waited for Carlos to catch up, Carlos needed to be confident here or he could be taken out. When he caught up she let him recompose himself for a moment so he was relaxed and ready. Relaxed and ready was what she was, Carlos was probably ready to vomit his mother's spaghetti onto his orange jumpsuit and white shirt under it. How long had Carlos been here? A few days, weeks, months? Without a moment to waste she kicked open the doors where the sirens for the prison were much louder.
Future Boss: "Stay close and you won't die...... Probably."
Like the wind she was gone again as she ran towards the stairs though soon skidded to a stop as several police cars, three dozen men were in position with there guns out ready to kill them if they had too. A helicopter could be heard as well though it was not in sight. This courtyard would soon be a graveyard. She soon points to the bag Carlos has, he picked up some tear gas and so now was a good time to use it. He had to be careful not to throw it in the space they wanted to escape through or they would be tasting and feeling the tear gas. If they were caught she would probably get the chair and he would probably get the same..... Maybe.
Future Boss: "Make it count kid."
Carlos was a little nerves, he clearly had not done this before though why would he. Carlos was normal, well normalish. She watched as he slowly took out the tear gas as she heard the cops demand they give up or they would open fire. The future boss only had one response and that response was going to be sent by Carlos or she hoped he did. Stage fright was not something she wanted to happen but he did not look to confident in what he was doing, it seemed all alien to him. Carlos was probably nothing more then a common thug. The Boss began to fire on them, Carlos now had no choice but to lob them in places that would affect the guard but not affect them as they passed through the prison front gates.
Future Boss: "Good job Carlos."
With a simple yet horrifying twist she killed the guard on the spot, for those not ready it would make them feel a little ill and right out tension upon seeing it. This was not her first go at it so it did not bother her. With that she dropped them like a sack of potatoes before pointing towards the door which would be raided by both of them. The thought of holding a gun again soon made her kick the door open with a hard force, the sound of it slamming echoed in the room a little though stop as it had a low sustain and a quick decay to it. Inside there were two shotguns, two pistols, a machine gun and a few food items. Body armor was there but that was not her style as well as a few other things such as tear gas. They were tempting but she needed to get off the island now and reform the Saints as soon as she could.
She takes the machine gun, the shotgun and the pistol leaving the other pistol and shotgun for Carlos, hopefully he knew how to use it. She also picked up two of the several food items, both being power bars. She then leaves the room so Carlos could get his stuff and while he did that unlocked the front door. She was sure by this point a heavy squad of cops were outside and ready for them. Today was going to be an interesting day for this Saint member as she pondered what she was going to do on the outside. Go to a strip bar, hit the dance floor or blow some assholes face off. The possibilities were endless.
Future Boss: "Are you ready for the best action scene since Hoe Busters 2?"
With a simple yet horrifying twist she killed the guard on the spot, for those not ready it would make them feel a little ill and right out tension upon seeing it. This was not her first go at it so it did not bother her. With that she dropped them like a sack of potatoes before pointing towards the door which would be raided by both of them. The thought of holding a gun again soon made her kick the door open with a hard force, the sound of it slamming echoed in the room a little though stop as it had a low sustain and a quick decay to it. Inside there were two shotguns, two pistols, a machine gun and a few food items. Body armor was there but that was not her style as well as a few other things such as tear gas. They were tempting but she needed to get off the island now and reform the Saints as soon as she could.
She takes the machine gun, the shotgun and the pistol leaving the other pistol and shotgun for Carlos, hopefully he knew how to use it. She also picked up two of the several food items, both being power bars. She then leaves the room so Carlos could get his stuff and while he did that unlocked the front door. She was sure by this point a heavy squad of cops were outside and ready for them. Today was going to be an interesting day for this Saint member as she pondered what she was going to do on the outside. Go to a strip bar, hit the dance floor or blow some assholes face off. The possibilities were endless.
Future Boss: "Are you ready for the best action scene since Hoe Busters 2?"
Drake: "I am doing well thanks, and how about yourself? Enjoying seeing your sisters again? And thank you it takes dedication to have a garden looking so vibrant - but that would be telling."
Karen: "Same as normal except my sisters are returning so hopefully things will get a bit more exciting around here. It does get a bit boring here on my own, most friends are working so I can only chat to mum or you Drake. Kaylah being in a different time zone does not help, Kat working the night shift and sleeping during the day is a downer too. On top of that Krissy does not answer her phone, I wonder if it is just for me or if it applies to everyone. I guess you might be much busier now that the girls are coming home or are home."
She made a quick cheeky smile as she stuck her tongue out for a moment. The face did not last though as her face went back to the cheery way it always was. By this point Drake had something else to say and it was related to what she was doing moments ago.
Drake: "Helping your sisters with their luggage must be giving you a nice work out Karen."
Karen: "Yeah I guess but I could just imagine Krissy's stuff, she will most likely have like several more big items then the others. Most likely her instruments and her clothing. Why can't she be more like Kaylah, Kat or me? The noise level will certainly be up as well so the peace and quite will be gone."
The thing was that would only be a part of the problem as soon the things they thought were not real would come and try to destroy the future charmed ones. Warlocks, demons, vampires, trolls, gremlins, banshee's and a whole load of other things would be getting in the way. Soon Kaylah and Kat were back at the counter where Karen, Drake and Kerri were. A wave of memories flashed back for the three sisters despite one missing but she would normally be off being noisy in her room. The memory was of them baking something in the kitchen with each other, Kerri and David which was there father's name. Kaylah was 15 at this time and so they were all old enough to handle baking.
The memory was short lived as Karen soon took a sit next to Drake, Kat went to the fridge to get some orange juice and Kaylah just stood in the closet corner of the room. They were still missing one sister, she always liked to be late and she always seemed to be the distant one as well. Kaylah hoped she could reach Krissy this time round, hopefully she, Kat and Karen could do something together, it had been a long time since they had done such a thing. She then wondered if Drake ever managed to get through to the third eldest. It would only be a little longer before she came home and the group in the kitchen would know it as well.
Karen: "Same as normal except my sisters are returning so hopefully things will get a bit more exciting around here. It does get a bit boring here on my own, most friends are working so I can only chat to mum or you Drake. Kaylah being in a different time zone does not help, Kat working the night shift and sleeping during the day is a downer too. On top of that Krissy does not answer her phone, I wonder if it is just for me or if it applies to everyone. I guess you might be much busier now that the girls are coming home or are home."
She made a quick cheeky smile as she stuck her tongue out for a moment. The face did not last though as her face went back to the cheery way it always was. By this point Drake had something else to say and it was related to what she was doing moments ago.
Drake: "Helping your sisters with their luggage must be giving you a nice work out Karen."
Karen: "Yeah I guess but I could just imagine Krissy's stuff, she will most likely have like several more big items then the others. Most likely her instruments and her clothing. Why can't she be more like Kaylah, Kat or me? The noise level will certainly be up as well so the peace and quite will be gone."
The thing was that would only be a part of the problem as soon the things they thought were not real would come and try to destroy the future charmed ones. Warlocks, demons, vampires, trolls, gremlins, banshee's and a whole load of other things would be getting in the way. Soon Kaylah and Kat were back at the counter where Karen, Drake and Kerri were. A wave of memories flashed back for the three sisters despite one missing but she would normally be off being noisy in her room. The memory was of them baking something in the kitchen with each other, Kerri and David which was there father's name. Kaylah was 15 at this time and so they were all old enough to handle baking.
The memory was short lived as Karen soon took a sit next to Drake, Kat went to the fridge to get some orange juice and Kaylah just stood in the closet corner of the room. They were still missing one sister, she always liked to be late and she always seemed to be the distant one as well. Kaylah hoped she could reach Krissy this time round, hopefully she, Kat and Karen could do something together, it had been a long time since they had done such a thing. She then wondered if Drake ever managed to get through to the third eldest. It would only be a little longer before she came home and the group in the kitchen would know it as well.
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