Whirlwind

Thieves Inc.

Eden gave the annoying blonde man a snarly, questioning look that basically said ‘who the hell are you to talk to me?’ before the newest one to walk in spoke up in her defense. Her face calmed a bit more, though if she’d had her glass in her hand from earlier she would have thrown it at the blonde anyway. ”I haven’t worked for a client before. I am interested, is all,” she said, mainly to the others in case they thought it was a stupid question as well, though she gave the brute that had smarted back at the kid a thankful nod and gaze.

When Booker had apparently had ‘enough’, Eden looked at him questioningly. She would not be spoken to angrily, or questioned by idiots like this blonde idiot. But now was not the time to discuss it. Perhaps after a plan had been formed. In her opinion, $150,000 split between them all, was not worth this aggravation. She’d be stepping out of the plan if things didn’t change. Just to let Booker know when the others weren’t around.

She listened to the information about the client with interest. For someone that was needing to distract others from the dagger, such info could be useful, in her opinion. If there was one man looking to steal it, others might have the same idea. ”I have plenty of clothes any of you can wear if you like. I’ll just bring them to this… evil, secret lair after this ‘meeting’ is concluded I suppose,” she said, having stolen suits and dresses, various designers and what not over the last few years anyway.

Forgotten (Vampire Roleplay)

Evelyn was headed back to the dining hall when Kaley ran up behind her. Evelyn turned before the girl reached her, giving her a questioning look before she opened her mouth. ”It’s not run by the government or anything. It’s in a house. There are no rules or restrictions. Just don’t hurt the books in any form. And if you take one from it, return it eventually so someone else can enjoy it. That’s it.” she said, giving a meager shrug, as if the question had been unnecessary in the first place.

Angel had wandered up as well, and asked the same question, and giggled at Kaley’s blushing. Evelyn tilted her head. Ah, they were young, silly girls weren’t they? ”I am glad you all enjoy reading so much. I would recommend Molière or Flaubert, but there are many good choices. Enjoy,” she said, turning once more, a tad more optimistic about their new guests before walking into the dining room. When she did, she noticed the look on Viorica’s face, and paused, standing in the doorway. ”What is it?” she asked the others pointedly.

Trigger Finger

Cat rolled over and over in bed. She was trying to bury herself under mounds of white comforter to hide the sun shining through the window and into her face. But it was no use. When it was light outside and she was awake, she couldn’t go back to sleep. A whimper left the huddled form of white lumps before she tossed off the blanket. She sat on the bed, short dark hair messy and all around her face so that only one eye, the tip of her nose, and her lips and chin were clearly visible. She wore some baggy sweatpants with some brand name stamped across the side and a cami with a built in bra that did little good.

Giving the window an annoyed glare, she slid out of bed, bare feet padding towards the kitchen. One hand was rubbing her visible eye, and the other hit things to her side lightly to make sure she was going the right way without having to look.

She finally made her way to the kitchen and stopped rubbing her eye, finding a bowl, milk, and box of cereal. She went to pour the contents of the box, only for maybe 5 pieces to clink in the ceramic, making her frown heavily. Sighing, she put the milk back up and turned to see coffee sitting there. So, Brad was already up. She made herself a cup and ran a hand through her hair, getting it away from her vision before heading out on the balcony where Bradley was smoking. She stood next to him and poked his side with one finger while drinking her coffee. ”Did you eat my cereal, huh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, but looking out at the city and not Bradley.

Curse of the Beast

A black car pulled up to the meeting place and Mira slid out of the backseat with a bag of her things. Messy brown hair, long and tangled that she pushed away from her face, reflective aviators to hide the sun from her reddened eyes, tan skin dotted with small freckles, and an off the shoulder shirt barely hanging on for dear life with very hole filled jeans and boots. She wasn't exactly the image of someone headed to a castle. As the car drove off, she flipped it off, not caring if her mom could see it or not but doing so anyway. Coughing a bit, she rubbed her temple, bright white teeth emerging as she snarled a bit from a slight headache and waited.

Werewolves are Endangered?

Mira waited for the man to respond to her, but instead another man walked up and asked him what was going on, and the man responded with no idea, but we have to be careful. ”Okay…” Mira said under her breath, rolling her eyes. Continuing to sip her drink and a little annoyed she’d been ignored, she went back to the stool she’d been at before. Apparently these people that had arrived were a little group and didn’t want anyone joining. Fine. She’d wait for others to come that were more welcoming.

Town for The Mentally ill.

Silver Fox said
I'm going to have my hair shaved. High five for short hair girls! *raises hand*

*high fives* Right on!

The Cast Away.

Yvette frowned and looked back to Jon when he said sorry, trying to crane her neck to see what he was doing but without lifting her back off the ground. "Wait, what are you doing again?" she asked. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of him starting to stitch her up and she groaned, closing her eyes and looking away. "This sucks, British man," she said, putting a hand to her forehead. When he apologized softly again, she nodded, peeking one eye open to see the wound just wrapped in gauze now. There was a pressure at the spot, but it didn't hurt so bad. "I need new pants," she said matter of factly, noticing where the other guy, what was his name again? Mark, no Mike. Mike had ripped them. And with that she settled down and closed her eyes again, seemingly content.

Curse of the Beast

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Understood. I'm working on the first post right now, but I kind of expect things to be a bit slow for the first day or so as everyone figures out their introductions and I mess around with a few updates.

Hope so! Don't wanna get left too far behind =P

The Crystal Tower RP

I won't be able to post tomorrow, just a head's up.

Trigger Finger

If for whatever reason we start tomorrow- I will not be here.