YoshiSkittlez
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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.
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(High Casual) Incarceron: A Sci-Fi Intergalactic Imprisonment!
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yeah, Earth isn't really isn't a thing anymore. The human race, having been exposed to other Alien races, were just too weak (i.e. pathetic) and their race just kind of started to diminish. What humans that didn't die off were captured and the females were forced to breed with other aliens, making 'humanoids' (i.e. the scum of the earth) but there can still be a full-blooded human found here and there...
Dunno WHY you pointed him here though, Blitz has said twice now that we aren't taking on new people...
HILLAN! You stalkin me again bruh?
Also, does anyone wanna collab with me and NPC the bookie for me? Or am I going to be awkward and hit on myself? :B
Also, does anyone wanna collab with me and NPC the bookie for me? Or am I going to be awkward and hit on myself? :B
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Roman07 said
Looks like fun :)room for a lowly human trash?:P Sup Mach2
Holy Crap Roman! You're still alive! *tackle-glomps* Yush, there is ALWAYS room for Detective Roman, I mean...you :D
Blitz said
Such belligerence.
Who? Meeee? *innocent smile*
Oh! And I added more to da pad finally
Stephanie96 said
How come the fight cant start yet?
*shrugs* Kinda feels like some of the characters still need to settle into the area first, or I could be completely wrong. Either way, bad-ass intro to fight scene posted ^.^ Listening to provided music while reading is required :D
Ispep said
Wont be able to post for a bit, sorry.
A bit as in a few hours, or a bit as in a few days? o.0
The lights of the underground club went out; every last one. This sudden change caused a few people to gasp in surprise, but before anyone had time to panic, a new set of lights came on, though these ones were colored and moving from side to side, making the area look more like a light-show. For the people who came here on a normal basis, they knew exactly what this meant, and the gasps of surprise suddenly turned into anticipating cheers, and grew even louder when the music changed drastically.
The first song that played was a real oldie, but had a good enough beat to keep the awaiting crowd cheering on as the double doors of the restricted section swung open and a lean man standing at about 6’4” came out, putting in his mouth guard and giving the crowd a small show with a few warm-up punches as he jogged to the cage. Through the music and cheers, the announcer could barely be heard, introducing the man simply as ‘Spike.’ The crowd seemed to like him enough, since the rest of the announcer’s words were completely shut out by the growing roars and screams as Spike removed his shirt and handed it off to a much shorter man that had followed him to the cage, but stayed just outside the cage by the corner that Spike had gone to.
Spike’s music then abruptly cut off, and the crowd eased into quiet as the next song played; a song everyone would recognize to be Deon’s theme song he picked out personally every time he entered the arena, and the crowd went wild again.
Deon didn’t come out the double doors that Spike had, however. No, Deon was all about breaking the rules. The crowd began to split as Deon made his way from his hiding place in the back of the room, walking with arrogance in every step as he relished in the crowd’s cheers and women reaching out to touch him as he, in no particular hurry, made his way to the cage. Once he broke free from the crowd, he turned to face them and gave a couple air-pumps with his fist, getting a response from the crowd of deafening screams. He paused to chuckle to himself a bit and then made his way up and down the front row of the crowd, giving out high-fives and even stopped to hug a woman who nearly fell down from the shock.
He went up and down the line one more time, handing out more high-fives before ‘dancing’ himself into the ring to take up his corner of the cage. He didn’t even give Spike a second glance as Deon kept his eyes on the crowd and put his fingers between the buttons of his shirt, ripping it open so that the buttons popped off from the force. If at all possible, the screams grew louder, though this time it was more of a female audience. Deon wadded up the now ruined shirt and threw it out to a group of practically crying women through the bars, smirking as he watched them pull each other’s hair and flying their fists in an effort to get the shirt all to themselves.
Deon let out his own scream, filling the air with even more testosterone in an effort to amp up the crowd once more before he finally faced his opponent. He looked Spike over and smirked, jerking his head and body forward mocking a cobra in its strike and then couldn’t help but to chuckle at his own arrogance. He raised both arms in the air, a symbol of victory, and took another look at the crowd, seeing if he could spot any of his fellow Wolves.
The crowd very well knew that Deon was a Wolf himself, since the red scar of a hand print on his right bicep wasn’t exactly hidden, but he didn’t care about keeping it hidden, nor did the audience seem to care that he was a bloodthirsty killer. No, in this environment, that kind of thing was only encouraged.
The first song that played was a real oldie, but had a good enough beat to keep the awaiting crowd cheering on as the double doors of the restricted section swung open and a lean man standing at about 6’4” came out, putting in his mouth guard and giving the crowd a small show with a few warm-up punches as he jogged to the cage. Through the music and cheers, the announcer could barely be heard, introducing the man simply as ‘Spike.’ The crowd seemed to like him enough, since the rest of the announcer’s words were completely shut out by the growing roars and screams as Spike removed his shirt and handed it off to a much shorter man that had followed him to the cage, but stayed just outside the cage by the corner that Spike had gone to.
Spike’s music then abruptly cut off, and the crowd eased into quiet as the next song played; a song everyone would recognize to be Deon’s theme song he picked out personally every time he entered the arena, and the crowd went wild again.
Deon didn’t come out the double doors that Spike had, however. No, Deon was all about breaking the rules. The crowd began to split as Deon made his way from his hiding place in the back of the room, walking with arrogance in every step as he relished in the crowd’s cheers and women reaching out to touch him as he, in no particular hurry, made his way to the cage. Once he broke free from the crowd, he turned to face them and gave a couple air-pumps with his fist, getting a response from the crowd of deafening screams. He paused to chuckle to himself a bit and then made his way up and down the front row of the crowd, giving out high-fives and even stopped to hug a woman who nearly fell down from the shock.
He went up and down the line one more time, handing out more high-fives before ‘dancing’ himself into the ring to take up his corner of the cage. He didn’t even give Spike a second glance as Deon kept his eyes on the crowd and put his fingers between the buttons of his shirt, ripping it open so that the buttons popped off from the force. If at all possible, the screams grew louder, though this time it was more of a female audience. Deon wadded up the now ruined shirt and threw it out to a group of practically crying women through the bars, smirking as he watched them pull each other’s hair and flying their fists in an effort to get the shirt all to themselves.
Deon let out his own scream, filling the air with even more testosterone in an effort to amp up the crowd once more before he finally faced his opponent. He looked Spike over and smirked, jerking his head and body forward mocking a cobra in its strike and then couldn’t help but to chuckle at his own arrogance. He raised both arms in the air, a symbol of victory, and took another look at the crowd, seeing if he could spot any of his fellow Wolves.
The crowd very well knew that Deon was a Wolf himself, since the red scar of a hand print on his right bicep wasn’t exactly hidden, but he didn’t care about keeping it hidden, nor did the audience seem to care that he was a bloodthirsty killer. No, in this environment, that kind of thing was only encouraged.
Okay you know what, I'll do a post for Deon, but won't exactly start the fight yet.
Stephanie96 said
Also, we need a Deon post D:
Tis why I wanna start the fights lol
Cans I starts the fights nows?
Deserae’s jaw clenched tightly the very moment Ryker opened his mouth. She should have figured that her own sexuality would be used for something like this; she just wasn’t expecting it to come off like that. Her hands dug into fists, getting tighter and tighter as Ryker went on, but her face remained completely placid, and just as soon as her hands became fists she let them go lose again. Words could not describe the rage she felt at that moment though, and she made a mental note to have a serious talk with Fitzy after all this was over with.
Fitzy was the only one in The Lost Ones that knew her whole back story; why she was there and what had happened to her. He was the very reason she ended up with The Lost Ones instead of jumping from foster home to foster home for the next four years of her life. Hell, if anything happened to him, she would more than likely be forced to live her last year as a minor in one of those trashy homes. To that, she owed him, but putting her in this particular situation…
Deserae exhaled sharply out her nose and nodded once simply.
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” She told him calmly. She looked to Cotton, and then the other Lost Ones behind her before walking away, scooping up her jean vest along the way and threw it over her shoulder as she left the body shop. Now all she needed was to head to a hotel, find a room that was open for house-keeping and get in a quick shower, but not before doing a little ‘shopping.’
It didn’t take Deserae long at all before she was standing at the entrance to the staircase that led to the underground cage fights. Never having been inside, she could only imagine what kind of hell awaited her from within. She didn’t have to wait long before Terry, from what she could assume, stopped by and made the quick drop of $350.00.
Deserae thumbed at it quickly, ensuring that she hadn’t been shorted. Despite him being a Lost One himself, she didn’t trust anyone to just pocket the cash blindly. Despite her paranoia, the cash was all there, and when she looked up to confirm this, Terry was already gone, leaving her alone to carry out her job. She looked down at the wad of cash in her hand once more, a pressing thought of just taking the cash and running seeming to get louder and louder. But where would she go? She could only get so far…
She quickly folded the cash up into a wallet, and then put the wallet inside of a pretty expensive looking purse, burying the thought away for a later time. She adjusted the lone strap on her shoulder and pulled down the bottom of the dress a bit, trying to maintain a small amount of modesty at least, but quickly realized that this dress just wouldn’t allow it. She sighed, running her fingers through her let down hair. It was a strange feeling; she almost always had her hair up in a ponytail or something.
Whatever you do…don’t choke…
With that thought coursing through her mind on repeat, Deserae waited until a rather large group entered the club, and relied on her feminine figure to slip into the crowd unnoticed and managed to get inside without being carded.
Now…to find the bookie…
Fitzy was the only one in The Lost Ones that knew her whole back story; why she was there and what had happened to her. He was the very reason she ended up with The Lost Ones instead of jumping from foster home to foster home for the next four years of her life. Hell, if anything happened to him, she would more than likely be forced to live her last year as a minor in one of those trashy homes. To that, she owed him, but putting her in this particular situation…
Deserae exhaled sharply out her nose and nodded once simply.
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” She told him calmly. She looked to Cotton, and then the other Lost Ones behind her before walking away, scooping up her jean vest along the way and threw it over her shoulder as she left the body shop. Now all she needed was to head to a hotel, find a room that was open for house-keeping and get in a quick shower, but not before doing a little ‘shopping.’
It didn’t take Deserae long at all before she was standing at the entrance to the staircase that led to the underground cage fights. Never having been inside, she could only imagine what kind of hell awaited her from within. She didn’t have to wait long before Terry, from what she could assume, stopped by and made the quick drop of $350.00.
Deserae thumbed at it quickly, ensuring that she hadn’t been shorted. Despite him being a Lost One himself, she didn’t trust anyone to just pocket the cash blindly. Despite her paranoia, the cash was all there, and when she looked up to confirm this, Terry was already gone, leaving her alone to carry out her job. She looked down at the wad of cash in her hand once more, a pressing thought of just taking the cash and running seeming to get louder and louder. But where would she go? She could only get so far…
She quickly folded the cash up into a wallet, and then put the wallet inside of a pretty expensive looking purse, burying the thought away for a later time. She adjusted the lone strap on her shoulder and pulled down the bottom of the dress a bit, trying to maintain a small amount of modesty at least, but quickly realized that this dress just wouldn’t allow it. She sighed, running her fingers through her let down hair. It was a strange feeling; she almost always had her hair up in a ponytail or something.
Whatever you do…don’t choke…
With that thought coursing through her mind on repeat, Deserae waited until a rather large group entered the club, and relied on her feminine figure to slip into the crowd unnoticed and managed to get inside without being carded.
Now…to find the bookie…
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