StarCatcher said
Correct.
You're with Bracco.
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Hello fellow Guild members. I'm Zmerr. I love to roleplay. I am very loyal to my roleplays and will honestly let you know when or if I have lost interest. In return, I trust that anyone I may be playing with does the same. I play a wide range of settings with the exception of most supernatural themes. I am almost always willing to try new things and love originality. I'm easy-going and I'm not particularly picky about grammar, though I take pride in my own. I can post anywhere from one sentence to ten paragraphs depending on the situation, though I try to keep it in a range of two to five paragraphs.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
Also- If I suddenly seem super busy, don't mistake it as a lack of interest. I'm also the leader of a roleplay guild in Guild Wars 2 and often hold meetings and such.
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You're with Bracco.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're Annalisa, right?
Whenever you're ready, my friend.
You can post whenever. Just as long as your post doesn't involve your boss talking to you (unless you start the conversation).
Partisan said
If anyone has a fucking problem with it I'll make sure to let them fucking know we're playing mobsters and not 10 year old kids!Just kidding ofcourse.
Lol good point. xD Just a disclaimer is all.
First IC is up! I hope no one takes offense to any language I used/may use in this RP. I don't seriously mean any of it. It's just the character speaking and is only for effect.
Skip sat in his pillowy leather chair behind his desk, staring out the window of his huge third story beachfront office. He'd bought the space several years ago to escape the craziness of home. It was his "man-cave" so to speak. He came here whenever he and his wife fought or the kids were screaming or he needed complete silence. This was about eighty percent of the time that he wasn't working at the shop.
It was a gray afternoon. Clouds covered the sky and deep green-blue waves crashed violently on the shore. Skip reached for a crystal bottle and a matching glass. He poured the amber-colored contents of the bottle into the glass and then set it back down. He crossed his legs and continued to watch the angry waves attack the sand in a never-ending onslaught. He took a sip from his cup and cleared his throat.
"I told you no. I don't want to have the Feds swarming the place. We will not be bringing in extra goods to any of the places. Do you understand? It's hard enough bringing in a few hundred cases a month. I really don't want to make it any harder." Skip was about ready to start yelling.
"But, sir. We'll even give you a discount--" The visitor had a thick Canadian accent.
"I said no!" Skip stood up and shoved his chair back against the desk, still facing the window. "I thought you Canuks spoke English. I guess I was wrong."
"Exc..." The Canadian sighed. "Yes sir. I understand. I'll just take my leave now."
Skip didn't bother to respond. He listened silently as the man let himself out. He took another drink from the cup. He looked down at it. Cheap apple juice. He should have known to get the expensive stuff. Lord knows he could afford it and live quite comfortably.
It was a gray afternoon. Clouds covered the sky and deep green-blue waves crashed violently on the shore. Skip reached for a crystal bottle and a matching glass. He poured the amber-colored contents of the bottle into the glass and then set it back down. He crossed his legs and continued to watch the angry waves attack the sand in a never-ending onslaught. He took a sip from his cup and cleared his throat.
"I told you no. I don't want to have the Feds swarming the place. We will not be bringing in extra goods to any of the places. Do you understand? It's hard enough bringing in a few hundred cases a month. I really don't want to make it any harder." Skip was about ready to start yelling.
"But, sir. We'll even give you a discount--" The visitor had a thick Canadian accent.
"I said no!" Skip stood up and shoved his chair back against the desk, still facing the window. "I thought you Canuks spoke English. I guess I was wrong."
"Exc..." The Canadian sighed. "Yes sir. I understand. I'll just take my leave now."
Skip didn't bother to respond. He listened silently as the man let himself out. He took another drink from the cup. He looked down at it. Cheap apple juice. He should have known to get the expensive stuff. Lord knows he could afford it and live quite comfortably.
Midori said
I almost feel sorry for making Spark so mean. The others are going to have a hard time with her.
It happens. Hardasses are sometimes very vital to a story. :)
Adalina came to stand next to Cassandra. She looked at the other girl. "I am also sorry." She bowed her head in respect to the other girl. She looked around at the other people in the room. She couldn't remember ever having seen ant of them before. Were they all special too? Adalina looked down at her small frail-looking hands. Images of them forming deadly blades flooded her mind. She quickly shoved them into her pockets and squeezed her eyes. shut. She didn't want to know what they had done or why she even had the ability.
I'll have something up before I go to bed tonight. I just need to get some work done and think about it a little.
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