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3 yrs ago
Current Nap time is all the time!
3 yrs ago
What if, I kidnap The Great Lithfangel? And THEN we have a fight to the death?
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3 yrs ago
I need a roleplay that will make me /feel/ shiz. like something that will make me angry and/or sad af. need some good writing/story
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3 yrs ago
Cira, I miss you...
3 yrs ago
I'm tired, who else is tired ?
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Black Jack was thrown back along with the cops and cruisers. He used the force from the blow to go into a backflip and land on his feet. "Woohoo! You're my kind of guy, 9, but you already knew that." About that time he noticed that another had shown up and helped out the cops. It was an oddly dressed little vigilante, it was Trick. Before Jack could do or say a thing about her strange get up, she disappeared and reappeared behind 9, jabbing something or other into his back. "You would not attack so brashly if you knew our pain." 9 said in a emotionless tone. "Here, let me show you." The number reached back behind him and gripped the wooden handle piece that she had pressed into his spine.

"9, don't!!" Jack ran to stop him but he was too far away to get there in time. The cops on site just stood bewildered unsure of what to do about the two, make that three, powerful beings that fought before them. If Trick did not teleport or get out of the way, flashes of horrible things would appear before her eyes; visions of the tortures that befell the poker deck named ones. Including 9 and Jack. The visions were too blurry to tell exactly who these people were but it was obvious that terrible things were being done to them, their screams of pain were prominent above any other noises.

I don't rly have anything to add. I like the idea that you've come up with a lot. n_n I'll post as soon as possible
So she wasn't tortured at all? But her mum was. And jack and the card gang were tortured for a long time. Jack was for 16 years, obviously not too heinously or else he'd be dead. But enough to damage his psyche a bit. In any case I wonder who it was that rescued Lexa
Or is is that too cliche?
I like that idea! My only thoughts are how does that involve them totally not killing each other? also u doubt they'd ever fall in love but I'm sure they'd care for each other at some point. Jack isn't a total ass hole and Lexa I know cares deeply for people maybe even murderers with a cause.

In any case I'm trying right now to contribute to the idea pool it'll just take a moment to figure something out....

Holy shit it just came to me. What if they end up being related??
Yay for being less dead. I'll be looking forward to ur post whenever ur ready:)
Take all the time you need, friend. Sorry you're dead :( feel better soon!
I'm glad all is generally well. n_n I posted. Lemme know if you need more to go off of.
Jack thanked her with a nod of his head and took his smoking outside. Standing outside, leaning against the outside wall of the bookstore he smoked his cigarette casually like the total bad ass he felt he was. The tortured one knew that it was only a matter of time before the trouble nearby attracted one of his own. They were naturally attracted to bad things and they hated policemen. With good reason. The cops never did them any favors, some of the cops even tried to stop them from escaping when they did, trying to return them from whence they came. The tortured life. He hated them just as much and wanted them all dead. A cop killed his only real friend in the world. The young man would never forgive them for that.

The man lowered his head, listening intensely. Only a matter of time. In the distance the sirens stopped abruptly and then there was a loud crashing sound. From what he knew about the others, and he knew the survivors rather well now, they had either blasted the car way or thrown it. Only 3 could throw things. Only 9 could cause the car to fly with a blast. "Well darlin," He spoke to himself as if there was a female with him. "That's my cue." A smirked formed across his face as he raised his head to look in the direction the chaos noises had come from. His cigarette resting lazily between his lips. Maybe now I can get my revenge on Trick...

Revenge, it seemed like his only purpose in life. He often thought about what he would do after he destroyed Shirley. No ideas ever came up, was there a life beyond torture, pain and revenge? If there was he couldn't see it. Jack spit the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his boot. "Murder awaits."




It didn't take long for him to seek out his hiding spot for his spare Black Jack outfit. The hardest part was getting the damn leather jumpsuit on. "DAMN, SHOULD'VE GONE WITH SPANDEX." He cursed under his breath on the rooftop as he hopped on one foot trying to get the outfit on. Once it was on and zipped up all the way he was already exhausted. The man placed his mask over his head and lept off the building, feet pointing downwards arms up.

When he arrived on scene the remaining police officers were hiding behind their squad car and shooting at their attacker. Once they spotted Black Jack they turned their attention to him and started shooting in his direction. "Hey, whoa, hey!" He dodged their bullets but just barely. "I'm kinda sorta here to help you folks." He laughed beneath his mask and walked past them.

"Black Jack, you're under arrest for a book full of first degree murder charges."

"If you can catch me!!" With another chuckle he ran towards the enemy whom he recognized as 9. "Hey baby, did you miss me?" Black Jack stared at the abnormally bland 'comrade' of his. The others were normally so, colorful? Well he guessed he wasn't so colorful either. Black was obviously his thing, duhh.

"Not at all." 9 threw his hands out toward Black Jack and a burst of energy exploded before him, throwing him as well as the cops and their cars back. "If you are here to kill me, I am afraid you are mistaken. I will be doing the killing today." He stared with an unamused expression toward the others.
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