|
|
| Do you think this is a good RP? |
| Yeah, it's pretty good. |
|
29% |
[ 10 ] |
| No, it's awful. |
|
0% |
[ 0 ] |
| It's not really good or bad. |
|
2% |
[ 1 ] |
| I'm not sure, but I want money! |
|
14% |
[ 5 ] |
| You're a freaking noob. |
|
2% |
[ 1 ] |
| Uhh...Uhh...GREEN LIGHT, YELLOW LIGHT KUMQUAT! *runs off* |
|
50% |
[ 17 ] |
|
| Total Votes : 34 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 7:22 pm
"Yep. 'S why I c'n drink an' drink an' wake up fresh as a daisy th' next mornin'. I'm also to'd it's a cure fer brokin' X-ma' tree lightbu'bs an' mess'd up magic'a spells. It's als'ah useful fer 'air gel." Georgie nodded knowingly. She had used it herself once, and she hadn't been able to mold her hair into place again for weeks.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 1:05 pm
i blinked, then shook my head, "Yet another copy... hmm he might as well be usfull i say. Lets see what i can do." standing up i streached my wings and let the bandages fall, exposing my current form to the bliss of the sun light. i warped and turned into an exact copy of him, smiling i quickley climbed down a nearby ladder and walked onto the side walk with great confusion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 2:41 pm
Madeline sighed, as she watched the pavment glide under her as she walked quickly away from the smoke. She had a darkly lit smile across her features, although she missed the happiest of dreams, she enjoyed wollowing in the darkest of nightmares. She pulled her small lighter from her pocket, she'd need a new one, she perferd to keep her other explosives and fire decay causing weponry, in her bag. She looked at the almost empty lighter and sighed, she was so tempted to reach for her blow tourch and use it on the annoying by passing citizens, but contained her erges with in'. Keeping her hands away from the black bag slung along her shoulder, like a mail mans bag. She smiled as she slowly flicked the bick of her lighter, running her finger tips along the flame, she smiled as her longing was quenched with the fimilar feel of the heated flame. She frowned as she watched her surrounds, and the lighter went out.
She mummbled under her breath, cursing softly she enterd a small alley way, much like any other and sat down, removing her contents in her bag, she set her blow tourch down , and her fire works and smiled, grabbing the lighter fluied container that had been set on the bottom of her bag, she pulled it out, along with the funlle and gently filled her over sized lighter. She pulled a ciggrett out of her pocket and smiled, popping it into her mouth, it rested agains't her lips as she picked up the blow tourch and gentlly lit it.
Packing the contense back inside her big black bag, she arose and walked dully out of the alley way, standing at the mouth of the alley way for a meer moment, she could see two people arguing in an alley way across the street, and a man with wings changing to be someone he wasn't. It was home, and she'd make the best of it, if she hadn't alreayd attempted.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 3:06 pm
Oblivious to the shapeshifter's transformation, Dosix sighed and ruffled his quasi-existent hair. Already he could feel the familiar pangs of his addiction raking him from the inside. From one of the many folds of his cloak he pulled a small leather bag tied with a string. With a well practiced air he pulled the string and checked the bag's contents.
Sure enough, it was empty. Any money he hadn't spent on booze had probably fallen out of the hole in the bottom. He reflected that he probably should get it fixed, but all of his money went straight into the bottle.
Looking around he spotted another Shadowfolk. "Hey! Got some spare change?" He shouted, waving his empty bag.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 4:31 pm
i looked at him and gave a slight smile. Walking over i nodded, and pulled out an exact replica of the bag. Reaching in i shuffled around it for a few seconds, then pulled out a handfull of coins for him. "Another day, another job, and some more pay to waste on booze." i gave let out a content sigh.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:07 pm
Dosix sighed his sympathy and clapped a hand on the mimic's shoulder. "I know what it's like buddy. C'mon, let's go get a drink."
He turned to see Madeline staring at the group. Feeling breifly generous he motioned towards her shouting "Hey! You look like you could use some cheer, come with us!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 3:13 pm
i smiled then said, "1st round of drinks on me!" i pulled out a few more coins and tossed them at Madeline. "Say have you heard of wizards tail brandy? they say it's 'suposed to be able too knock you shoe's socks or what ever you wear on your feet of off ya."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 5:07 pm
She caught the coins that'd been tossed at her, she pocket them, sighing she walked slowly over to them, she could hear them talking, the one man talked loudly. She filled in drowsily behind them, keep her mouth quiet. She murmured a soft, "thanks..but I don't really want to be cheerful.." Staring at her shoes, her reflection scarsly seen. Her eye's stared at her bag reaching for her blow torch, she turned it on, the soft hum was soothing for her. She gentlly ran her finger tips through the flame. "Now if only I could still feel." She mummbled more to herself then the group she was now walking with, she looked up and pulled the coins from her pocket, she gentlly held one of them up to the torch, watching it with a soft smile she held the warm metall coin in her plam. She grinned as a small boy walked by, she lit it a flame once more to a burning sensation, and dropped it down the back of the boy's shirt as he walked by, she watched his pathtic attempt to get the coin out followed by his loud obniouxs screams. "Maybe that wasn't the brightest of ideas I've had all day."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 5:49 pm
i whatched her carefully, examening every detail about her, absorbing her peronality. She'll be an interasting transformation she will., "What do you mean all day? Why the day has just begun i think."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 5:01 am
She stuffed her hands in her pockets, her hearing picking apart what he'd said, she always took a moment to respong, it wasn't because she had to figure where or who'd said it. But because she'd had a bad experince with saying the wrong things. She looked uo at him, her mouth freezing as her mind searched for a response. Be nice, be nice, don't be sarcastic, don't chew him out, be friendly, or just nod. She mentally cursed herself for having to force herself to do that. "Y-yes.." She breathed deeply as she finally got the one word out. "Your right, but I'd ment the passing of the time during this day...I was kinda talking to myself.." she mumbled, looking back to her shoes, she tucked the blow torch away. "Uhm do you want your coiins back?" She asked in a louder voice as she reached into her pocket, holding out the slightly burned coins, that looked perfectly fine before reaching her finger tips.
She looked odly at him, and wether he wanted them or not, she lifted his hand an dropped the bitter hot coins into his plam. Pulling her hand out she started at the dark colour on her hands from the burning. Smiling she sucked on her finger tip happily. She looked at the two of them, her head still down, and pulled her hood up, burring deeper into her coat as she sucked innocently on her finger tips, attempting to remove to burnt taste of flesh.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 1:14 pm
Dosix watched the two go back and forth for a bit before getting bored. He grabbed both of their shoulders and with good cheer half-led half-dragged them to the nearest tavern. He didn't stop to see if his floating hangover cure would follow, he knew she would.
The bar he pushed them into was dark and smelled strongly of cinnamon, old leather and feces. Dosixe inhaled deeply, seeming to savor the dark air like a fine wine.
He swaggered over to the barkeeper. The barkeeper glared at him and crossed his arms bitterly. This was surprising because the barkeeper was a Gingerbreadman. His angry cherry glazed eyes burned with suspicion was he regarded Dosix."You'd better have money this time, boy..." He growled in a voice like an avalanche of crumbs.
In good cheer Dosix pulled the coins out and laid them in front of the affronted cookie. His licorice lips turned down in a cold frown as he picked up the coin and examined it. Seeming to find it to his satisfaction his pocketed it and slammed a tanker in front of Dosix.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 3:22 pm
"Ordah me a Perth Pink, willya, Dosi'? Th' cookie prob'ly ain't too 'appy to see me since wha' I did las' time." It was true. The barkeeper was glaring at her fearfully while polishing the bar to the point where the polish was coming off.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 4:13 pm
i pulled out a few coins then said, "i'll have a wizards tail brandy, and don't skip out on the ingredeints as well, other wise you'll be a few limbs short." i gave him a menacing smile as the takerd was set down in front of me. taking the coins that the lass gave back to me i set them down and orderd some regular ale as well.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:01 am
Zack was on the edge of a building, just watching the chaos of nightmare's roaming the dark street. Zack loved nighttime. It was so truthful, so chaotic, he loved it. His wings were pulled tightly around his body, almost like a cloak. He was relaxing in the cool of the night, but in the warmth of his wings, he liked it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 9:03 am
The bar went deathly silent as the Gingerbreadman glared menacingly at Elenwyd and drew himself up to his full 7 foot height. His massive clumsy three fingered hands crushed the bar into splinters where he grasped it. His cherry eyes glowed with malice and Dosix took great care to look innocent as he growled "Don't mess with me. I may be fresh out of the slammer but I know how to deal with a punk like you. I'll let you off easy this time because you're new, but don't think you can get away with that in this bar."
Sliding next to Elenwyd Dosix whispered "I would take his advice if I were you, he's been arrested for 24 murder charges. The only reason he's not on death row is because he's not technically alive, see. You can't exactly blame him though, he's had a hard life what with being made of food and all."
The enraged cookie turned towards Georgie and spat "I don't want to see you here again, Blackblood, every time you do I have to rebuild."
With that he stomped into the kitchen, smelling strongly of burnt nutmeg.
Dosix sighed as the with fearful whispers the bar returned to it's usual level of noise. He nursed his drink happily, glad he wasn't in a dumpster and even gladder that he hadn't attracted the barkeep's wrath. He'd seen the last few victims and it wasn't pretty. The cookie seemed partial to ripping arms out and playing with kerosene...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
