Xandrya

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@fluorescent

I'm down. Despite my two posts, Lily is fine now. I just have a backstory for her I've been working on, but it's for a later time.

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

@liferusher

I'll have something when I get in home in a few hours, already got some of it planned.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

Alright, I guess it's that time to ask who wants to pair up for a bit.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@AcerRo

Only when she's feeling lonely.

Elemental Academy [Currently Accepting!] -closed-

@liferusher

I'm fine with it. See my last post, you can be the girl Maddie confronted.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@Subject Zero

Go get some Ambien from your doctor...best decision I've ever made.

But we can do the time skip. As for her apartment, see below.

Clicky

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@Subject Zero

Hope you don't mind me using Duplinate for like a second.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Jennifer

"Who the fuck is this?" she whispered, looking back and forth between an unconscious Vin and the dismembered stranger scattered on the ground. "Goddammit..."

"Don't you even think about it! You let him suffer this time," Nate ordered. Well, he didn't have to worry about that for a while.

"Alright, alright," Jennifer put up her hands up defensively. "Do you mind telling me his name at least?" she asked, cutting straight through the bloody scene to see if anyone was watching them. "Even after risking my life for the guy, I don't even know what to call him."

When she found nothing suspicious, she turned around and headed back. As soon as one of the clones told her to get in the car, the scene from a couple of hours ago replayed in her head. Things didn't go too well back then, but there was no sign of anyone else coming after them...not for now at least. Jennifer sat down in the front seat, but once she put her seatbelt on, the clone with the severed arm stepped between Jennifer and the vehicle door. "His name is Vincent, or Vin for short," Nate #2 said as he booped her on the nose with one of the dead man's fingers. At this, Jennifer slapped the hand away, making the arm land on the floor. Nate #2 frowned down at her before picking up the arm and walking off.

"Nate, let's go!" She closed the door and looked at Vin sprawled on the backseat. "Take us to my apartment," she told him once he got in the car, "Vin needs somewhere to rest for now. But don't get too comfortable, we won't be there for long. I just need to clean up and grab some things."

@Subject Zero
@Rawk

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Jennifer

"Uh, no. The whole sleazy strip club thing may be your scene, but I have more class than that." It was only after she spoke that Jennifer remembered she wasn't exactly wearing the best clothes for a night out in town. Unlike Nate, she stepped over the unconscious man, but then turned around to give him a swift kick on the ribs, then one on the side of his head. "And I'm proof of that," she continued, following Nate out in the hall. "You gave me these clothes, so I really didn't have any other choice."

Jennifer caught up to Nate before they reached the elevator lobby. Luckily, nobody else was on the same floor to notice the mess she was as well as the mess they'd left behind. As Jennifer reached to press the "Down" button, a sudden jolt of pain traveled up her back. She made a face and tried to dismiss the tingly sensation from the wound. "Oh, and your boyfriend over there shot me in the back with a taser or whatever the hell he was carrying. I may need to get to a hospital to have this looked at, but first I want to shower and change out of your tasteless clothes before seeing a doctor. Think you can give me a ride?" she asked, stepping into the elevator after it finally arrived, "it won't take long, I promise. You'll have all night to party and screw your strippers as many times as you wish."

@Subject Zero

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

Mourning Jack's sudden and unexpected death hurt just as bad as it did back when she mourned the loss of her own mother. As she stood over his fresh grave, the burial only a few hours ago which she happened to miss, Lily couldn't help but attempt to reconcile the mismatched events of Jack's life. For nearly half an hour, she stood in complete silence looking down at the ground where his still body was buried. A simple headstone with his name, birth and death dates, and a message all engraved was the only indicator within the large cemetery that her young friend was gone for good.

"Goddammit, why did you have to leave me as well," Lily whispered, a single tear escaping the corner of her left eye. Images of the last time she had seen him popped into hear head uninvited, making her even more emotional than she was before. She hugged herself for comfort as the tears continued, not noticing the shadow about 20 feet behind her. The figure hid behind a tree, watching her, remaining just as still as she was. Lily only became aware that somebody else was there when a squirrel dashed across the ground and up the same tree, the sound of the leaves startling her into reality as she turned around to see where the noise had come from. She caught a glimpse of the man, and knowing that he had been caught, he sprinted in the opposite direction. Lily's heart was already racing when she broke into a run after him, regardless of the fact that he had a good distance on her.

"Hey, stop!" but she knew better than to expect the stranger to do as she said. As the two weaved through headstones, tress, and whatever other obstacles were in their path, Lily noticed the distance between them slowly increasing. By pure luck, Lily realized she had her gun with her. Stopping for just a quick second, she reached into the bag that hung across her torso and pulled out the weapon to take aim. Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Lily heard some movement behind her followed by a sharp pain on the back of her head which made her drop to her knees, her hands by her side now as the weapon dropped next to her.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," was all she heard from a familiar voice before being knocked unconscious by another blow to the head.