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 Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:16 pm
A 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' Roleplay.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 12:45 pm
Character Profile:
Name: Grave Robber
Real Name: Not available for disclosure
Age: MId 30's
Current Residence: Back Allies/ Zydrate addicts or the night's place, usually another back alley.
Job: Robbing Graves
Personality: Seemingly omniscient, cynical,very aware of his surroundings, confident, arrogant but more or less likable.
Appearance: Pale, multi-colored hair, leather jacket, dark clothes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 5:12 pm
Shauna's Character.
Name: Boober
Real Name: Nikolette Bouvier
Age: 25
Residence: Old underground bomb shelter with her brother, Andrick. That's where he runs his black market organ replacement ring.
Job: Getting Zydrate and other medical necessities for her older brother's black market organ replacement practice.
Personality: Nikol is quiet most of the time, but she's bold, not afraid to speak her mind or tell someone off. However, if she's in a real important disguise, mainly the ones for sneaking into GeneCo facilities, she keeps her mouth shut, and keeps to herself.
Appearance: Short, only five foot two, brown eyes, medium length brown hair, with black and pink always added in. Occasionally another color will be added in there, it all just depends. She wears whatever clothing necessary for her to get her brother's supplies. So, she dresses like a z addict when she needs to buy some black market zydrate, wears the gentern's uniform when she needs to get fresh medical supplies. Basically, she can be a chameleon, wearing wigs and contacts when necessary to disguise her appearance.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 4:52 pm
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like this Nikolette Bouvier
Nikol made her way out of the underground bunker, her disguise in place. At least today's job would be easier than the day before. All she had to do today was get some Zydrate. Yesterday she had to sneak into GeneCo and get some surgical supplies. That had been stressful enough. To make things worse, Pavi Largo had been hanging around.
Those were the days she hated most. Seriously, since Rotti Largo died, his kids seem to have less self restraint. Nikol was surprised that the company was still afloat. Well, not really. There were too many who were addicted to the knife, much like the only Largo female. Amber. Gah, that woman was annoying as hell. Half the time she mozyed around in a drug induced state.
Hopefully, she wouldn't run into the runner of GeneCo on her job today. Hopefully. That being said, she headed down the familiar alleyways, looking for a group of Zydrate junkies. That was where the graverobbers would flock to, hoping to sell their black market zydrate, obtained from the dead. Lovely, right?
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 8:14 am
There was a nice turn out today, he thought as he looked at the addicts around him. This was the part of the job he possibly enjoyed the most, for while getting Zydrate was thrilling, this part had always felt like a reward. Another addict came up to him and he allowed himself to smirk as he re-loaded the gun with a fresh bottle of Z.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 11:51 am
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like thisNikolette Bouvier
Nikol neared the usual alleys where the Zaddict's hung out. Hey, if they wanted to die a painless death from a Zydrate overdose, that was their decision. If they were found dead on the streets, if too much time hasn't elapsed, her brother, Andrick, could harvest the good organs and use them for his elaborate underground organization. However, she was hoping she could find a couple of vials for her brother, the Zaddicts might have cleaned the graverobbers out by then.
Well, Nikol would just have to try, right? She leaned herself against a free spot on the alley wall and looked around at the small crowd. There was only one Graverobber amongst the drugged up, and he was just reloading his zydrate gun. She gave him a critical look. It was easy enough to tell she wasn't drugged up, she was alert.
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 12:09 pm
As he looked around to see who needed a shot next when his eye caught sight of a girl who he didn't recognize. If she was here for Zydrate she definitely needed a buzz, she looked like she was usually not on the business end of the needle. He looked down when he realized he had been staring at her rather obviously.
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2011 1:02 pm
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like thisNikolette Bouvier
Nikol managed to catch his gaze upon her. She didn't look away. No, she wasn't blushing either. She was sure it was pretty obvious that she didn't get a hit of the 'glow' often, if ever. To be honest, Nikol liked her appearance. Why go and get a surgery when you might come to hate the outcomes. That's why, for her disguises, she stuck to the old fashioned way of looking different. Wigs, contacts, heels, etc.
Nikol also wasn't afraid if people didn't recognize her. Seriously, she would probably never use the same disguise again, so it was actually better that way. She waited in the wings, so to speak, til the Graverobber was finished with the batch of Zaddicts that had surrounded him, like ants to sugar. No, she could wait, for she had a business proposition for him, and she'd need to talk to him when he was alone.
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 1:16 pm
His eyes kept flickering back up to hers, he found it strange how she watched him. She seemed to be waiting for him to finish and that made him nervous. Zydrate addicts were a dime a dozen, and most of them had had enough surgeries they wouldn't need to speak to him in private, so he wondered if this was a business deal or not. On the other hand she clearly wasn't here to bust him, why would she wait for that?
Trying to figure it out was driving him crazy and for the first time since he could remember he actually wished not to be surrounded by his constant harem of Z-freaks.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the crowd began to thin and he walked over to the girl, pushing a few addicts out of his way. They were too strung out to even pick themselves up as they fell, he stepped over them to get to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 11:19 am
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like thisNikolette Bouvier
Nikol smirked as his gaze wandered back to her every so often. So, she had caught his attention. Good. She continued to lean against the alley wall while he worked. He'd be done soon enough. She watched as the crowd dwindled down, and finally, he seemed to be done.
She held in a laugh as he made his way over to her. Apparently he was interested in why she was there, for he shoved his way through the addicts that had been z'd up. It wasn't too long before he was in front of her. "Hello..." Nikol stated, looking him in the eyes. They were a bright blue. Either he had been born with them, or he had had a surgery to obtain the icy blue orbs. Not that it mattered, they still gave a piercing gaze.
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 3:40 pm
"Hi," he said, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Could I assist you with something?"
It had been a long time since he had seen anyone this interesting around. Though it had been a big deal for a while that he knew Amber Sweet, it had gotten old very fast.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 4:09 pm
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like thisNikolette Bouvier
Nikol smirked at him. He was being straightforward. Good. She straightened up, though it didn't help her height. She was quite short compared to him. She didn't like being short, but at least she could wear heels to help with that issue. "Yes, you could..."
She left that sentence vague for the moment. First, before she revealed why she was there, she had to decide if he was fit for the job. Sure, he could get a hold of Zydrate, but could he keep their business dealings quiet. "But, it's top secret. Hush hush...If you catch my drift..."
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 12:25 pm
He smiled. "Did you know Amber Sweet is a Z-addict? Of course you did," he said before she had a chance to answer, " Because they put it in the papers, not because I told anyone. Even with her being the high profile person of interest she is, I was her supplier for weeks before the word got out, and it was her blabber mouth, not mine."
He worked frequently in secrets, it's not as though his business were exactly legal. He found himself more intrigued than ever and he felt a little rush as he looked back down to meet her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 1:28 pm
Boom Boom, pull me a beer
No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' money like a pimp
My B l T ( H's on my d*ck like thisNikolette Bouvier
Nikol couldn't help but laugh a little after his words. Yes, personally, she believed that Amber Sweet wanted the attention, which is why people knew that she was a z-addict. If the girl wanted to keep it quiet, she had the money to pay people off, and the power to dispose of them if they blabbed. No, that girl was a mess on purpose.
"You have a point, although I didn't ask about Miss Sweet..." She trailed off with a small smile. She took a deep breath before explaining. "You and I both work in the Black Market...." She stated, leaving exactly what she did out of the picture for the moment. "I need a steady supply of Zydrate....I would pay you, of course, for each vial....And this is important...I need at least two a week...."
Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty sucka
You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherf....
I can do it like a brother
Do it like a dude
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:24 pm
"Does that mean you need me to get it to you once a week, or would you need this al at once, in which case I would of course need to know how long you'll be needing two a week for." He was careful not to ask why she needed them, if he was getting paid that was really none of his business, and if he didn't keep an eye on it his curiosity usually got the best of him.
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