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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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Well shit, I'm glad I don't have that problem :D
Sorry...it was there and I just had to...
Happy 4th folks! Try not to lose any fingers this year!
And @Xandrya, it may have been duplinate there, but rest assured Jennifer was on his mind the whole time ;)
And @Xandrya, it may have been duplinate there, but rest assured Jennifer was on his mind the whole time ;)
Okay @AcerRo, you're up. I'll leave their fates in your hands!
Be gentle...and please, not in the face ;)
Be gentle...and please, not in the face ;)
Vincent and Jennifer made it to the parking garage level, thankfully quicker than they had anticipated, considering no one was using the elevators, nor were there any nosey neighbors asking questions they would have rather not heard the answers to. As the elevator doors opened, Jennifer felt a bit unsteady on her feet, almost stumbling forward until Vin held her steady by the arm.
“Wow, a bit too much wine I’m afraid” She smiled, holding onto the railing as she walked with Vin through the doors into the garage entrance. “But, I’ll be fine, you don’t need to be my crutch or anything.”
“Better than having you fall on your ass” He grinned, grabbing the car keys from her hand. “Or...crashing your car.” He hit the lock/unlock button a few times to pinpoint where her car was by the quick chirp of the alarm siren. “C’mon, you’ll be fine once you’ve had a chance to sit.”
Vincent opened the passenger’s side door, and slowly helped her inside.
“So when did you become such a gentleman?” Jennifer mused aloud. “I can’t even remember the last time someone made a gesture like that.”
“I guess I have my moments.” He shrugged, grabbing the door and leaning in a bit. “Just remember though, if you do decide to throw up, this is your car.” He said giving her a little nudge before closing the door.
Vin turned to find a gun pointed at his head, and the man behind the gun not appearing to be in a mood for many words.
“Okay...so I’m guessing you’re not valet?” Vin said with a straight face, as though he were speaking directly down the barrel of the pistol.
“Turn around asshole and put your hands on the roof.” The guy in the business suit said in a relatively calm voice as he patted down his new prisoner.
Jennifer opened the door and leaned her head out slightly. “What the hell is-”
“Get back in the car, miss, you’re part of this too.” The gunman said pulling out a pair of cuffs and securing Vin’s wrists together behind his back.
“You really don’t want to touch me, dipshit.” Vincent said, knowing what would follow. However, for once since all of this started, he hadn’t felt any of his inherent power reveal itself in any way, even under duress. The tattoos didn’t begin to move, and the feeling of his skin crawling never came. There was nothing.
“Oh please shut the hell up scumbag. You and the whore are coming with us to answer a few questions, so don’t make this any-”
Vincent cut off his annoying speech by snapping his head back and popping the gunman in the nose, causing a bit of blood to run down his face. The gunman cracked him in the back of the head with the gun handle, sending him to his knees and writhing in pain. He stepped over to the passenger side and grabbed Jennifer by the arm, moving out of the way as one of her fists almost connected with his face.
“Let go of me you damn perve!” She said, struggling to get free from his grasp, as she was pulled from the car and thrown to the ground, her head hitting the neighboring car door.
“Leave her alone asshole!” Vin yelled, trying to pick himself up. “I swear if you touch her again I’ll-”
“You’ll what, genius?” The man said, pointing the gun back at Vincent and pulling another from under his coat that he pointed at Jennifer. “We now have both of your sorry asses, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”
Vincent gritted his teeth as he stared at Jennifer holding the back of her head. He was scared, probably more than he’d been in a long time, but not so much for his own life anymore. His thoughts and fears fell squarely on the girl across from him, and yet for once he felt helpless to do anything...
@Xandrya
“Wow, a bit too much wine I’m afraid” She smiled, holding onto the railing as she walked with Vin through the doors into the garage entrance. “But, I’ll be fine, you don’t need to be my crutch or anything.”
“Better than having you fall on your ass” He grinned, grabbing the car keys from her hand. “Or...crashing your car.” He hit the lock/unlock button a few times to pinpoint where her car was by the quick chirp of the alarm siren. “C’mon, you’ll be fine once you’ve had a chance to sit.”
Vincent opened the passenger’s side door, and slowly helped her inside.
“So when did you become such a gentleman?” Jennifer mused aloud. “I can’t even remember the last time someone made a gesture like that.”
“I guess I have my moments.” He shrugged, grabbing the door and leaning in a bit. “Just remember though, if you do decide to throw up, this is your car.” He said giving her a little nudge before closing the door.
Vin turned to find a gun pointed at his head, and the man behind the gun not appearing to be in a mood for many words.
“Okay...so I’m guessing you’re not valet?” Vin said with a straight face, as though he were speaking directly down the barrel of the pistol.
“Turn around asshole and put your hands on the roof.” The guy in the business suit said in a relatively calm voice as he patted down his new prisoner.
Jennifer opened the door and leaned her head out slightly. “What the hell is-”
“Get back in the car, miss, you’re part of this too.” The gunman said pulling out a pair of cuffs and securing Vin’s wrists together behind his back.
“You really don’t want to touch me, dipshit.” Vincent said, knowing what would follow. However, for once since all of this started, he hadn’t felt any of his inherent power reveal itself in any way, even under duress. The tattoos didn’t begin to move, and the feeling of his skin crawling never came. There was nothing.
“Oh please shut the hell up scumbag. You and the whore are coming with us to answer a few questions, so don’t make this any-”
Vincent cut off his annoying speech by snapping his head back and popping the gunman in the nose, causing a bit of blood to run down his face. The gunman cracked him in the back of the head with the gun handle, sending him to his knees and writhing in pain. He stepped over to the passenger side and grabbed Jennifer by the arm, moving out of the way as one of her fists almost connected with his face.
“Let go of me you damn perve!” She said, struggling to get free from his grasp, as she was pulled from the car and thrown to the ground, her head hitting the neighboring car door.
“Leave her alone asshole!” Vin yelled, trying to pick himself up. “I swear if you touch her again I’ll-”
“You’ll what, genius?” The man said, pointing the gun back at Vincent and pulling another from under his coat that he pointed at Jennifer. “We now have both of your sorry asses, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.”
Vincent gritted his teeth as he stared at Jennifer holding the back of her head. He was scared, probably more than he’d been in a long time, but not so much for his own life anymore. His thoughts and fears fell squarely on the girl across from him, and yet for once he felt helpless to do anything...
@Xandrya
Fuck yeah it is. Go make it happen and then tell me how awesome I am for recommending it to you ;)
Next thing you'll tell is you've never seen Homeward Bound.
Ok, that def wouldn't have been on my list of "must-sees" except that both my daughters wanted to watch it. >.>
Not sure which hit the feels more, that movie or Gladiator...
Great work btw @POOHEAD189!
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I like @Ey Iran's post as he has some valid points regarding image usage, but I'd say the most abused for the "lazy writer" are images to convey your PC's or NPC's appearance, or story location(s). Imagery should enhance an already well written description, not replace it, and I find too often a picture on a player's CS under the "Character Description" section with no text to support it as though the author is saying "No need to use your imagination here, folks!".
Just my two pence...
Just my two pence...
Oh get out of here, we've known JJ and Nate are wanted. The only one safe is Vin.
Damn straight. Safe & sound...with two other psychopaths.
It's like a crazy episode of Friends, where Vin is Chandler, Jennifer is Monica, and Nate is...eh...is Phoebe ;)
I'm looking for backstory ideas/meshing backstories, if anybody has any they'd like to offer.
Since Zeltrons have a certain degree of telepathy and can read emotions, etc, maybe she is being used by an organization (whether criminal or otherwise), to help them in negotiations, disputes, etc. Or, they send her in to persuade a target to join their cause. I mean you don't have to go with anything too stereotypical (i.e. a sexual predator who likes to party all the time), but try to find some use for her racial skills that aren't too over the top.
As for a shared backstory, my character has spent some time on the seedier planets, generally in between jobs as a merc (since Imperial Intelligent was more or less defunct) so perhaps our characters crossed paths a few times on [insert planet here].
Anyway, let me know if interested and we can go from there.
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