Avatar of Sniblet

Status

Recent Statuses

12 mos ago
Current Erotic Role Play (threat)
3 likes
1 yr ago
Someday we will be old, and we will be calling our spouses that we have come to hate maidenless and unbased while being old
2 yrs ago
Hello, would you like to purchase 100% legal German Austrian Estonian Luxembourgian Leichtenstein Belgian Italian Polish Icelandic driver's license passport ID card pass no test no exam legal online?
10 likes
2 yrs ago
1x1s seem so popular but they all happen, like, underground... maybe there's a thriving hive of ERP underneath our very feet... I'm tempted but I will never go down there
1 like
2 yrs ago
i will allow you to have a preference but i dont understand why almost everyone has one rule saying "i will not accept any character that is pictured with/out big eyes and a small mouth"

Bio

I still feel new here

I will always play as an anime girl. This is not a point of pride, only the tragic truth

I'm not here for anything dirty leave me alone

pfp is a work by 貓臉 (Māo liǎn, or cat face) except I took away the background and most of the detail

A summary of almost every character I've ever made, if you want to gauge me or reference something or something

Most Recent Posts

The footfalls again, following Cherry out of the store. Loud, obnoxious. She doesn't need help to pick them out this time. But anyone following her now would be in view of the owner.
She glances over her shoulder. The owner is watching her back, and not watching the...
That.

The first question is always, "Is it real?"
And the answer is - no. Obviously no. If anyone at all were actually following her, her supplier would make sure she knew it, one way or another. If she were in so deep right now as to hallucinate his nonresponse, she'd have some sense of the fact.
This one's even claiming the sound of her pursuer. She looks ahead again. Something's just reminding her to stay on edge, which she doesn't need to be told.

Then it overtakes and stops in front of her. She startles. They don't do that. They don't... usually? Have that level of object permanence.

"Nice to meet you, miss. How are we this fine evening?"

But it can't be real.
Unless this is some kind of mask over a real person stopping her - but the owner's still back there.
She glances back again. The owner went back inside.
She looks ahead again. It's still there.
Who would be stopping her to ask a question like that with the sun so far gone, without the slightest threat in their tone? And with an appearance like that?
An ordinary creep... someone unaware of how things work in this district, or above the danger... someone confident she won't harm them, in any case. Confidence is its own kind of threat.
She holds her ground, tensing up to fight. If he pulls a weapon - if it's a gun - if he has friends. Thoughts running fast. She almost neglects to respond.

"Morning, isn't it? Nothing else to do at this hour?"
An old clock tower, frozen at a time that can no longer be read. Is that the minute hand or the hour hand hanging limply at the 6 o'clock position? Is it precisely at six, or a little to the left or right? Who took the face? The other hand? Why did they leave the hand that remains?

A new work of street art at its base, sprayed in that same shade of crimson paint you may have seen once before: on the wall of the warehouse where that gang that wanted to be the new Fenice family used to reside; spread across the pavement in the parking lot of the last major shopping mall to move out of Herse. They've been appearing in abandoned places lately.

A hasty but coherent crimson likeness of Miss Vermillion, smiling mysteriously just as she does in that famous photo from the last public address in which she used the name of Herse. Here, the image is somewhat undercut - not just by its sketchy shape, but by the rest of the composition. Looping around her, curving behind her, chaotically imprinted across her face and clothes...
SMARTEST IN THE WOMAN IN THE
WORLD HERO OF TAYGETE WANT TO BE JUST LIKE
LIKE HER WHEN I SMARTEST MOST BEST FOR THE JOB
ONLY ONE FOR THE JOB IN THE WHOLE WORLD


*

Two cans lighter than she came, a woman, whom more people know by the name of Cherry than any other, makes her way directly to her art supplier. Her work is well behind her sketchbook. She'll never catch up if she stops at just one today.

The streets are quieter at this time. Herse is never quiet and never safe by day or night, but Cherry's frequent sleepless wanderings have found about 4 AM to be the ideal - most everyone worth avoiding is preparing to do something at sunrise, and the rest are asleep, nearly asleep, or wrapping up work. Those left on the streets are out now because they don't want to meet anyone, and that suits her excellently.

She cocks her ear to a voice whispering a mantra in a curious rhythm. "You're-not-alone-now," to the tune of... just a little out of time with her footsteps. Well, there are no absolutes in Herse - some are out now to find people who don't want trouble. She suddenly shifts her gait, and her follower comes briefly out of sync, just long enough that she can hear their steps herself.

Too bad for them, a bad place to stage an ambush. Her destination's just a block off, and the owner's shotgun is always loaded. They'll wait for her outside, but she'll disappoint them.

*

The man behind the counter looks up from his magazine at the ring of the doorbell. Before a word passes between him and the entrant, he bends down and picks out a case of her brand. Unlike most of his stock, with some other exceptions, it's undrinkable in the medical sense, with official warning labels to prove it. But a regular is a regular, and stock that sells is stock that sells.

"Money tonight?"

She tosses cash on the counter as she takes the cans. Never credit with her. Probably for the best. She seems like an enemy-of-the-state type.

"Yeah. No favors. Work to do."

"Good. M'floor's already mopped if y'didn't notice."

"I didn't. See me out the back door."

"Squatter outside?"

Cherry nods as she passes him. He rolls his eyes and rolls his shoulders, grabbing his gun to show her out.

@Vermicelli lots of superficial changes starting after the citizenship card, complete reworks where you indicated... and the links should work
glad it didn't get bounced for raw edge because i cannot compromise there
Out of line, not the game, meaning I don't want my queue spot anymore
after working on this for most of an evening i've finally realized how unhinged it looks
but we're all playing extremists aren't we
It's been a month and I haven't been keeping up with the RP for a while, droppin out of line
No worries, and no need to put me first in queue just cause I was early. I’ll keep eyes here but I won’t die if I come in later than someone who really needed to be in
It’s as good a determinant as any though if everyone else is just cool on the bench, I sure won’t object
Well, sounds like I won’t have to think of a way that Dime wins the entrance sparring match at least

Her radio. Her radio’s talking. Sometimes she forgets she even has that.
”Ah - copy, Warlock. Repositioning to cover exits, ETA 15 secs, should be ready when you are. I might be able to arrange a less-lethal if I don’t get any surprises.”
Rifle, assembled. Streaming persona offline. Scope live. Nothing but stiffs on visual.
WHO IS THAT BEHIND THE CRUISER
WHPSE CAR IS THAT @Pink_Dot READ ME TGE NUMBER
u ok?
@Pink_Dot !!!!!

Chat window closed.
Mira takes a short run and a long jump over the carnage, rifle tightly cradled for the landing across the street.
”Careful with whoever dropped this many Regs. I’d lose to just one.”
© 2007-2024
BBCode Cheatsheet