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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 6:45 am
  Welcome to a R u m p l e t a s t i c production.
Inspired by: Hallmark cards|movies, Chicken soup for the soul, and the movie: The Ultimate Gift
Photo edited with pixlr, gimp, and picnik by your friendly, neighborhood, Rumple~
Stealing anything will result in a metaphorical smack to the face.
Currently accepting: any and all characters from up to six people.
OOC THREAD
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 6:50 am
When we were little, the world was a beautiful place. Although at times it still is, the veil of magic and 'faerieland' has been peeled from our faces. Reality has finally sank in, and with it comes the cold, uncomfortable, sensation that tingles through our bodies and tells us not to hope anymore.
Hope and reason can rarely coexist for very long, and in knowing the reality of life, my belief in childish things is gone. Except during the holidays. The holidays always brings back the whispers of that warm, bubbling, feeling we experience when we have faith in the impossible. That love really is worth all the trouble, and a few hours of polite society can reinstate our faith in people. Unfortunately, the way we used to see life and ourselves drains as time goes on; but, sometimes, the whisper is enough to remember. Remembering what it felt like to hope, to trust, and that we really can be happy at the end of the day. Perhaps its just the scent of roasting chestnuts or glazed ham roasting in the oven that clouds my judgement, but I really do not care if it is a little spell that winter casts once or twice a year. For a little while, we forget how glum things are and enjoy the presence of friends and family...
For others, the holidays are a painful reminder that what they felt as a child was 'fake' or at best a glistening lie. Perhaps they were hurt by their parents, or rejected by their partners, but just hearing the word: Christmas, Quanza, Hanukkah...makes them cringe uncomfortably. Life isn't bright smiles and depending upon another person to care for your heart is too foolish to bother with...but for some reason, they like to torture themselves by going to these 'Holiday Parties' that their friends or family throw. Maybe they do it because they hope for some of the 'holiday spirit' to finally rub off on them. Perhaps they just don't want to be all alone...
Whatever the reason, Miguel Santos is throwing a dinner party just two short weeks before Christmas. Calling it a 'holiday get-together/gift exchange' the only prerequisite to attending is to buy a random present from the store, wrap it up, and bring it.
The only downside to this little 'winter' affair is that none of the guests attending have ever met each other before. True, some might have seen each other around the town of Wilington from time to time; but, for various reasons never took the time to say hello. All is going fairly well on this festive occassion before a blizzard decided to strike just an hour after the party started.
Now we're all trapped in a house full of strangers...and outside...the storm is still brewing.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 6:57 am
Rules:
x☻ Pick a character that stretches you beyond your usual comfort zone. If you cannot pick a character with a dark/different skintone besides white, a 'plain' model instead of someone really beautiful, a much older, or a sexuality or gender you do not usually play; click 'back' right now. The purpose of this role-play is to step out of our comfort zones in a friendly environment where we know we will not be judged or critisized for a character choice. When you submit your character, I will search through your threads before accepting your profile. If your character seems to mimic your 'usual' style, I will ask you to change it.
x☻This rp is not a competition to see who can out-write the other. Unless you write four little sentences, do not complain that your post is short. Write as much as you what to contribute to the story. Never forsake posting because you have writer's block.
x☻ When you are accepted, I want you to have a post written out and posted on the same day. I do not care if you don't have your post skeleton (otherwise intitled: post format) finished yet. Make it beautiful afterwards. One post every day, or every other day for those who work or go to school, is the goal.
x☻Never...ever...use font size 12 or higher, or 9 or lower, for your entire post.
x☻ By all means, decorate your posts and img-left or img-right a photo of your character. Make things beautiful!
x☻ In this role-play, I may write the rules and have the -very- final word if none of us can make up our minds; but, I am not the leader here. Everyone who joins this role-play has an equal say and ultimate authority to add twists. (Do not use this as an excuse to Godmod)
x☻ I will adore it if one of you decides to play a character that is an a**hole, but in the ooc and pm-conversations between role-players, please be nice and respectful. If even -one- of you makes a snide comment about the skin color or sexuality of another character (whether or not you agree or like them) you will be instantly booted out of the role-play.
x☻ Please...No Mary//Gary Stu's or scene characters. I would like to see models or 'characters' of people that I can actually imagine seeing on the street somewhere. Your character is neither perfect nor a stereotypical 'shock' case. Be real, write from your heart, and you wont have anything to worry about.
x☻Do not use anyone else's posting color. (Or any really bright colors such as yellow).
x☻ In my role-plays I do not care if sex happens; but, keep this thread Pg. thirteen and have the scene fade out into darkness or just 'hint' that something happened without describing anything.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:17 am
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 7:48 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxClock CounterLocation:
They all live in Wilington, Vermont. DATE :- - - -
December 11th
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WEATHER :
Cloudy and snowing
38 degrees
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 8:04 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSlots and Setting~
Characters:::
Slot one - taken by Vanilla Nerd
Slot two - taken by Poisonous Perfume
Slot three - taken by DarkYang109
Slot four - taken by Ze Queen of Bleu
Slot five - open
Slot six - open
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:37 am
  December, the month of cheer, family, and the giving of gifts. A rather handsome man pulled onto the side of the street, afraid to park in the drive way of the house he was invited to. Receiving the invitation was a shock, but there was no denying a party. If there was going to be booze, Kareem was going to have a good time. Not to say that he couldn't have a good time with out it, but he had no idea who was going to be there. Alcohol, from Kareem's experience, usually brought people closer the more they ingested. He was used to being the life of a party, getting people to step out of their comfort zone and have a little more fun than they're used to. As he stepped out of his comfortably warm Eclipse, he shut the car door and shoved his keys into his pocket. The wind chill got to his skin as soon as he started to trudge through the unpaved snow on the sidewalk. He wrapped his scarf around his neck a bit tighter and adjusted his grey cap on his head. With the wind, it felt like it took about ten years to finally reach the front door. After rubbing his hands together and blowing hot breath onto them, he knocked on the door three to four times.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 10:59 am
  Inside 314 Timberlake dr, three people had been helping to prepare for this party for the past six hours. Miguel, always the businessman, was upstairs in his office after flipping the light switch to light the fire and helping to decorate the evergreen tree that now glistened with multicolor lights and sang little carols. ' 'Flipped a switch' my work is done.', Brooklyn Simone thought to herself with a chuckle as she bent to open the oven door and peer inside. True, the food had been pre-ordered from a catering service; but, it still needed to be heated before it was served, and the man was nice enough to let her attend the party with the rest of his guests. Of course, seeing how Brook's catering partner, Penny, decided to head home for another 'emergency', she didn't have any way to get home for quite a few hours anyway.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ears perking to the noise, Brook's eyebrows furrowed together as she poked her nose out of the kitchen towards the hallway and waited. After fifteen seconds, it seemed that Mr. Santos wasn't going to get the door. ' Is he in the bathroom or something?', whatever the reason, Mr. Santos did not appear to answer the door, so Brook pulled the oven mitts off of her hands and hurriedly walked towards the door. Opening it just enough to peek and let the luscious scent of apple pie leave the house, Brook offered her friendly smile.
" Hello! Are you here for the party?", the 'duh' seemed to hang on the air, so Brook just chuckled her bubbling chuckle and stepped backwards to let the man inside. In another room, the sound of a drum being repeatedly smacked could be heard, but Brook paid no attention to the unappealing noise.
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 3:08 pm
 ♀ ❤ ♀ ❤ ♂
"Hey, sweetie, don't you have a party tonight?"
Hailey sat up suddenly from the arms of a tall older woman. She looked over at the stranger with a sheepish smile. She ran her small fingers through her short hair and hurried to find her clothes. She had mistakenly slept over at her neighbor's apartment after getting completely smashed. She grumbled and found her pants and slid them on coolly. The woman sat up with a smile on her face, her lipstick was skewed and her mascara was all over her face. Hailey thought the woman was hot, but she did not want to ever remember what happened. In a real relationship, Hailey would never go for someone like that. That woman was far too into herself. Hailey had just recently discovered her new attractions towards the same sex.
This was the first time she'd ever been with another woman. It wasn't even on purpose. Hailey had always thought the woman was beautiful, but she never thought of doing anything with her. Which was why Hailey was in such a rush to get out of there and into her own apartment.
When she had finally reached gotten to her place after the 'run of shame', she knew she still had just enough time to put on her clothes and call her Dad to give her a ride over to the stupid party she was invited to. She had no idea why she was going, but her dad had found the invite in his mailbox and with his "wonderful" Dad powers, he found a way to get Hailey to go. No party? No more rent from Daddy's wallet. Hailey had never been a huge social bug, and her father knew that.
The ride to the house was quick, almost too quick. Hailey was booted out of the car faster than she could let out a guttural sound to start a 'thank you'. She pulled the peagreen tighter around her bodice and started to walk up the walkway as her father sped off down the street. She sighed and found herself at the front door.
"One, two..." She knocked on the door with both hands three times, taking a turn each knock.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 3:14 pm
As soon as the door opened, Kareem found himself squeezing himself inside. He laughed at the woman's humor and brushed the snow off his shoulders as he took off his scarf and jacket. He folded them over his arm and adjusted his button up shirt. He smiled at himself, knowing that he did look quite dashing and spiffy. (And the chick before him was undoubtedly attractive.)
"Thanks for inviting me," He held out his free hand. "The names Kareem." He winked subtly.
[ooc: ngh. I'm ashamed. I also need to fix up the post format for this guy... it's so plain.. |:
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 4:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ✦. DIMITRI BORTNIKxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTELL ME, WOULD YOU KILL TO PROVE YOU'RE RIGHT?╭xxxxxx╮
Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead?
Or alive to torture for my sins?
Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead?
Or alive to live the lie?
╰xxxxxx ╯
 Dimitri stood in his doorway, coat in hand - wondering if it was actually going to be worth leaving his lavish abode. Miguel, one of his employees, had invited him to a dinner party. Clearly, Dimitri knew that there wouldn't be a single person aside from his employee that he would recognize. It wasn't that being in a situation with unfamiliar people was off-putting, it was just that a recent phone call had proved to be a little upsetting. If he wasn't so concerned with keeping up appearances, it would have been Dimitri's first choice to just come up with an excuse for why he couldn't attend. However, reluctant as it may have been, he slung the jacket around his body before entering his jet-black Chrysler 200.
The drive to Miguel's residence was silent but reflective. Dimitri's trademark calm was entirely disrupted by what had happened prior to leaving his luxury, executive apartment. "Now, h'you listen closely," the husky male voice in the thick Slavic accent spoke, "I know h'you've been avoiding me. But we have some important business to attend to. When h'you get this message, give me a call." The man did not even require to leave his name along with his message, Dimitri knew exactly who had called him the moment the man began to speak. It was his former "employer", if what he was doing could really be considered a form of employment. Dimitri was not ashamed of his past, fully believing that life was to be thought of just as a business, but that did not mean that he wanted to do more work for that man. Regardless, Dimitri knew he was going to be hearing from the man again very soon if his call was not returned. Not tonight. I won't deal with this tonight. First thing tomorrow I will handle everything. He repeated the line over in his mind. It was, after all, the holiday season. He needn't not be thinking of something so dark and morbid on such a joyous occasion. Yes. It would be something to be handled after the festivities of this dinner.
Pulling up into the driveway where Miguel had give directions, Dimitri parked and swiftly exited his vehicle, locking the door with the remote key behind him. Mere seconds later he was standing on the doorstep, pressing his finger onto the doorbell to signify that he had arrived and was requested admittance to the inside of the building.
OOC: perhaps shall edit this more.
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 11:38 pm
Standing to the side to allow the gentleman to enter the premises, Brooklyn’s braided hair whooshed backwards from a sudden breath of winter breath being blown into the house. ‘ Ack! Close that fricken door!’,Folding her arms around her arms to fight against the Goosebumps forming underneath her gray, frumpy, sweater, Brook began to do a subtle little jig before the door closed. Though the door had only been opened a minute at best, that minute had been one long agonizing moment. ‘ I wouldn‘t be surprised if Yeti‘s lived outside.’Frowning as a reaction from the cold, the rather spiffy young man’s mouth curled in a smile, and for a moment there was a cheery little droplet of hot water warming her from the inside out. Of course, any girl would have the same reaction if a handsome man happened to be smiling. Brook loved to smile, and this strangers smile happened to be contagious. She grinned back with equal sunshine and tried not to appear forward beyond friendly courtesy. Say hello already! Silence was very -unlike- Brook; especially awkward silence. But; just as she was about to open her mouth, the man spoke first.
“ Thanks for inviting me,” Brook’s eyes welled up like a frog. ‘ Oh crap!’ The man thought she owned the place. ‘ Well…that’s just great…’Brook’s heart began to sink at the thought of bursting the guy’s bubble, and the subtle frown was clearly evident on her features. The man raised his hand, and for a second Brook didn’t want to shake it.
“ The name‘s Kareem.”, Brook’s mouth opened to show her pearly whites in a sunshine smile as she raised her right hand to shake his own. Always sunny though the previous misunderstanding tempered her joy. Chuckling quietly at herself, she offered Kareem a gentle; but firm, handshake.
“ Hello Kareem,”, the smile brightened. “ My names Brooklyn Simone; but, everyone calls me Brook...um... I’m act--”
Bah‘rum ba bum bum; Bang de bum bum bum. Bum bum bum. Bah‘rum bum; CRASH!!!
The incessant ‘drum’ noises annoyingly being played in one of the backrooms had continued to be heard quietly in the background (and affectionately ignored) throughout the entirety of their introductions. However, that loud CRASH! indicated that something horrible had happened. Either a vase fell from the table and shattered on the floor, or a rock had been thrown through a window. No matter the unknown cause, it came from the extra living room/storage like room where Brooklyn’s one year old had been playing his electronic toy drum. ‘ Jamal! Oh god, please be okay!’ The color draining from her face, Brook held up a shaky ‘One moment’ finger and turned on her heel towards the hallway. That little walk turning into a hurried sprint as her heart kept beating faster and faster.
“ AAAWWH! AaahhhWWWHhhhh!”, The sound of an infant balling his eyes out only made Brook’s heart palpitations increase. Panic stricken, Brook ran into the room just in time to see the back of Miguel Santos with a cloth pressed against his bleeding hand. Jamal still sitting on the rug with his drum; away from the hundreds of tiny shards of glass now decorating the wooden floor. From the first glimpse, it seemed that an antique decorative ornament or vase had broken; but, upon inspection it was simply a fancy candy dish had broken in Miguel’s hand and the hundreds of shards on the hardwood floor were just green M&Ms scattered all over the place. ‘ Oh…thank god, don‘t scare me like that.’
Hyperventilating from worry, Brook realized that the danger might have been over as far as little Jamal was concerned (Though he stared blankly in Mr. Santos’ direction with a petrified expression and tears running down his face from fright) but, Miguel still had pieces of glass logged into his palm. Without thinking, she started walking towards him to assess the situation.
“ Mr. Santos; are you alright?!”, Raising her hands, Brook hoped to be allowed to hold his own to survey the wound; but, the man irritatingly lashed out and shoo’d her away with the angriest face Brook had seen in the longest time. Nay, a menacing face that froze her in her tracks.
“ Stay back!”, the man growled; and Brook just raised her hands halfway in surrender. ‘ Whatever you say mister. No need to yell at me.’
“ And get that crying baby away from me!”, If not for the fact that the man was nursing a bleeding palm, Brook might have said something just as venomous; but, right now she wasn’t going to argue with an employer. ‘ He has a NAME Mr. Santos. My son is not a ‘that’’Turning around not a heartbeat later, Jamal was scooped up from his place on the floor and swept into his mother’s arms. Comforted by the warmth and familiar scent so near to him, Jamal stopped crying but the running saliva and clear snot running down his face continued to slide down towards his chin. ‘ First things first little man; we have to wipe your face in the kitchen.’ Not wanting to delay leaving the room to give Mr. Santos space from her baby, Brook began to leave the room.
“ Wait!”, Brook paused in the doorway and half-turned around to face Mr. Santos. The man’s expression was sincerely apologetic, and Brook almost felt remorseful about her previous venom that had been festering within her chest a moment ago. His unscathed hand outstretched towards her, Miguel began to close the distance in order to professionally place his hand on Brook’s shoulder in a subtle: Please don’t move yet.
“ My mother‘s antique candy dish shattered in my hand, and it overstretched my patience. I apologize for my conduct…” Miguel began to walk past her to venture further down the hallway. “ If you could watch the guests while I extract glass from my palm; I‘d be much obliged.”, Watching Miguel disappear into the nearby bathroom, Brook released the final remnant of her anger and let out a concerned breath. ‘ The poor man is trying too hard…He must not have invited his friends and family over for a very long time to be so nervous…’Retreating into the room she was just in, Brook grabbed a Kleenex and proceeded to wipe up the remainder of tears from Jamal’s now curious face.
“ Heehee, nooo…you let momma‘ wipe up all that water.”, Jamal; who hated to have his face wiped in any way, squinted in distaste as his mother wiped his cheeks. Making a gurgling sound of disapproval as his semi-chubby hands tried to push the Kleenex away from his face. But his mother’s will won over, and soon the Kleenex was in the tiny trashcan, and Brook was walking back towards the group. Feeling horrible for just leaving Kareem standing in the living room all by himself; Brook smiled apologetically and began walking towards him.
Knock, knock, knock… ‘ Oh! More guests…’ Distracted, Brook did not think to set Jamal down before opening the front door and smiling her hundred watt smile.
“ Hello! Come on in.”, Her voice bright and sunny once more, Brooklyn opened the door enough to let the newcomer inside. Still smiling when the cold tried to sneak its way through her skin; the Goosebumps snapped her attention back to Jamal. Whom was currently not wearing his coat at the moment. Feeling him shiver, Brook rushed the remainder of the ‘Hello’.
“ My name is Brook; pleasure to meet you! Come on in and take a seat. There are refreshments on that table; I‘d recommend the peppermint cookies.”, Setting little Jamal on the carpet, Brook got down on her knees to rub some warmth back into his little arms before kissing his forehead and running her fingers over the thick turf that was his short hair. “ You warmin‘ up now baby?”, Jamal did not yet know many words, so he simply made a grimace like face that meant: No. Rubbing his arms a little longer, though Brook was probably over dramatizing the effects of the cold, a beeping sound in the kitchen distracted her attention from her son. Turning to look behind her (at no conscious decision to purposefully chose this person) Brook looked at Kareem and smiled with a subtle pleading expression.
“ Could you watch him for a minute? I think the turkey‘s done.”, Not waiting for a reply, Brook was gone a heartbeat later, the sound of the oven squeaking open breaking the awkward silence. Jamal; now left unattended, behaved as all babies usually do, and started crawling towards the most colorful thing nearby that could be ripped or put in his mouth. The presents under the Christmas tree that sparkled beneath the twinkling, singing, lights.
And with Brook being presently focused on preparing the feast that lay before them; and Jamal deviously crawling towards the nicely wrapped presents, there was no one but either Kareem or Hailey to answer the front door when Dimitri knocked upon it.
Mr. Santos, once again, making no effort whatsoever to be sociable or answer his own door.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 7:21 am
"Nice to meet y-.."
They're meet-and-greet was interrupted by Mr. Santos' loud aggression. Kareem just took the polite route and wound his way towards the table with refreshments. He turned around when he saw a girl in a lime green pea-coat enter rather nervously. She removed her knit-cap and ear muffs and slowly unwounded her scarf. Before Kareem could say hello to the girl shedding the winter pounds, Brooke was back at his side with pleading eyes. She put her child down and asked of him to watch the baby. He smiled and bent down to catch the child before he got any closer to the lights. He lifted up the kid and held him high in the air, nearly touching the ceiling, then brought him back into his arms.
The kid seemed to enjoy such sudden behavior because he let out a squealing giggle. There was another knock on the door, with a child in his arms, Kareem thought it would seem strange to answer a door that wasn't his. But the girl that had just hung up her green pea-coat and was now in a striped sweater, tight leather jeans, and some intriguing calf-high boots had just answered the door. She greeted the older gentleman with a quick smile and then leapt towards the refreshments to munch on a cookie.
Kareem couldn't help but laugh. The girl looked absolutely starving. She was just too skinny! The child started to pull at Kareem's buttons on his nice shirt and he quickly pulled his hands away. He then realized the kid had already unbuttoned three of them to reveal part of his chest. Kareem sighed and adjusted the kid so his head rested on his shoulder and neck.
"Hello sir," He was obviously greeting the older gentleman. "The name's Kareem, I would shake your hand but... My hands are a tad preoccupied." He chuckled to help enhance his small quip. The girl stuffing her face with cookies turned around with a sheepish smile, swallowed and spoke, finally.
"My name is Hailey-Ann, but most call me Hailey or Hail..."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 5:05 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ✦. DIMITRI BORTNIKxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT E L L M E . W O U L D Y O U K I L L T O S A V E A L I F E ? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTELL ME, WOULD YOU KILL TO PROVE YOU'RE RIGHT?╭xxxxxx╮
Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead?
Or alive to torture for my sins?
Do you really want?
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead?
Or alive to live the lie?
╰xxxxxx ╯
The moment the door opened and Dimitri was allowed access into Miguel's residence, he immediately felt as if he'd overdressed for the occasion. Of course, that would not be the first time that he had done such a thing. The majority of his wardrobe contained clothing of the formal variety. He really had no reason to purchase much different with the majority of his life being spend in his office or in various meetings across the country. Work was a very, very important aspect in Dimitri's life now. Of course, it hadn't always been that way. He used to have a family - a wife and even a daughter. But things were different now, much different.
Dimitri exchanged greetings with the man who had answered the door and had a hard time concealing his smile at the little one the man was carrying. Dimitri assumed that the boy belonged to the man who introduced himself as "Kareem". Seeing the man with the child made Dimitri remember the days when his daughter was that young. It was a bittersweet memory, but as it stood those were the only memories he had left. More than anything he wished that he was able to go back and change the way things happened, but it was too late for that now.
OOC: yeah, this isn't the greatest. promise better posts are to come. D: I'm just not wanting to give away too much about this guy right now, haha.
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