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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:26 pm
Katie'd never see it, because his face was burried in her stomach, but Crawley clenched his teeth tightly...
But that was nothing. At least nothing compared to...
Him suddenly sitting up on her right thigh.. just before spinning to the right on top of her until laying down along the length of her left leg and hugging on to it tightly.
"Be sure to say something to let me know when to stop."
Crawley said as he hooked his left arm around her ankle and used his right hand force her foot to twist to the inside far past it's normal limit, threatening to break her knee.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 11:41 pm
Well, Katie had seen that coming too. This wouldn't be the first nor the last time she'd ended up in this position. Though, the strain on her left knee had her clenching her teeth also.
"That tickles!"
She was being sarcastic. She pushed up with her arms then tried to loop them around his waist since he was basically straddling her. She thought that by pulling him away it wouldn't help the pressure he was putting on her knee, so instead, she tried to roll to her left to try and get on top of him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 1:37 pm
Crawley rolled with her with his arms still clung to her left leg. But now that she rolled to the left he didn't have the floor as a barrier to restrain his legs from wrapping around her leg.
He felt her arms as she tried to pull him off her leg at the waist but he maintained focus on the opportunity.
Going --- now.
During the roll Crawley slipped his left leg under and kept the right leg over so that his entire body was clinging to the length of Katie's left leg.
He continued to force her foot to twist to the inside, threatening to twist it past its limit which would break her knee.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 4:16 pm
As Katie would begin to roll she would tug more forcibly at Crawley's waist while jabbing her right foot into his face to keep him from going into a clinging position. As she jabbed she'd force the ball of her foot to go right under his chin, so that she was pushing against his larynx while tugging at his waist. It had to hurt.
Sure, him twisting her foot had hurt, but had a high pain tolerance, so she would probably not even make a fuss about it, until her foot was broken. That was just how she worked.
"I'll stop pushing when you let go."
With enough force applied she could crush his larynx.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 11:58 am
Crawley released her left leg and allowed her to pull him back. But instead of staying in her big muscular arms, he forced his hand down on top of hers in front of his waist to break her grip where he rolled away from her and got up to a low crouch on his feet.
"Hm..."
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 1:25 am
Damion watched the ocean waves lap against the wooden supports of the docks of Strata, watching them break with a smack and leave the wood a darker brown than it was before. In his right hand he held a large leg of chocobo, which it turns out is quite tasty. The islander was taking a breather after his last delivery, chewing thoughtfully on his food as he contemplated his life. It had been over a year since he'd arrived on these docks for the first time, it seemed only fitting that he stop by at this new junction in his life.
And it was lunch time, after all. Who could argue with lunch time? Not he, and thus he had dressed in his casual finery, an open longsleeve button up and a pair of white pants to match, and gone down to the docks to eat and soak in the sun. His shirt was open to reveal his bare tanned chest. It felt good to not worry about getting attacked or where his next meal would come from.
Nope, for now he was content to nom upon his food. Who knows, maybe someone interesting would happen along.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2009 2:08 am
Om Nom nom nom
RRRRRRRIIIIIIPPPP
Damion stared are the remains of his meal, a good hunk of meat clenched in his teeth and a near bare bone in his hand. Well s**t....that was unexpected. He hadn't expected the meat to stay together, but there it was. Huh.....oh well, he thought to himself, chewing the rest of the meal into his mouth. No use crying over it.
He looked over to his right, at the dock that had brought him here and into the aquaintance of so many wonderful people. Here he had met Maximos and Jonathan Tomorrow. From there he had met Raven and Ryugi, his teammates of last year. Thinking of them made him sad that he hadn't been better at maintaining contact, his smile fading to a look of sad acceptance. Perhaps that was just the way things would have to be.
He thought of his friends from this year, Reinhart and Goken and The mysterious Moonblade. They had been good men in their own way, and Damion had felt proud fighting with them, even if they had lost. His eyes were inexoribly drawn to his own hands, the bone falling into the water below as he did so. He himself had changed much over the year, had gone from quite island dweller to strong fighter in such a short time. Even now the pulse of the stone beneath him was not lost on Damion's thoughtful mind, a life force beating beneath him. And the one that pulsed at his neck too, he reminded himself, lifting one of those changed hands to fiddle with the blue orb attached to his rough, shark-skin like collar.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:44 pm
My Grandfather would say...
In the city bazar, people talked and sold their shady merchandise. The area had become a neutral zone for the outlaws that lived in Strata. While it was possible to survive in the city, it was becoming increasingly difficult with the small guild that had been created for trading purposes. The guild had started off as a neutral party that instigated safe exchanges of information and or items. As the demands grew in number, the single person could no longer continue the operation on their own. They scouted and set up a small area near a water source, which brought them grief and business. Slowly thieves stopped targeting the area for goods, since they could also buy information from one of the stall owners. It was a slow, but steady growth as more and more people opened up stalls in the same general area until the area was packed with stalls close together, in a single block. The Guild had formed to protect the goods of everyone during the night, and the owners of the stalls would alternate nights standing guard. Eventually, the guild hired some villains to watch the stash, and they were paid as well as receiving great discounts at all of the booths.
Minion tied his small pack together that contained water skins, a bedroll, dried meat and fruits, a primer on how to summon small flames for cooking, and his purse. Behind him an older lady was chattering away, half at him, half at the customers in the bazar. She rattled on about what to do in this situation, how to boil water, if he ran out of water, to wear his desert socks, no matter how hot it might be, so on and so forth. Minion finished synching down the stings, and storing the slack, he heaved the small travel pack onto his shoulders. Double checking that the straps would hold Minion walked into the house the booth stood in front of and slid on his gauntlets, arms and legs. This took him a minute, with all of the straps and pressure clamps. Minion then grabbed his Gryuza, an imported gun that he had tweaked, and holstered it under his left arm. Leaving it in clear sight for all to see. He also had on a long leather coat, that while it was blistering hot right now, would keep him warm at night and stop the sand from irritating his skin, and damaging the gauntlets. Letting out a small sigh, Minion took the leather covers to the gauntlets and slid them on, strapping each to the end of it's partner.
Set to leave, Minion walked back outside and waited for the old lady to finish dealing with a customer before they said their goodbyes. Kissing the woman on the cheek and embracing her softly Minion smiled and was about to walk away when a hat was placed on his head. Opening his mouth to protest, it was promptly stuffed with dried sweet, one of his favorite things in the world to eat, and pushed out of the stall. Leaving the bazar, Minion took one last look back and waved at the woman, who pretended not to notice. Turning back to the north entrance Minion proceeded to leave the town where he had grown up, only knowing the stories of his parents and the outside world of Gaia.
...Imagination is the greatest nation in the world.
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 8:33 pm
My Grandfather would say...Minion stopped on his way towards the north gate to say good by to childhood friends and sweethearts. The latter, three of them to be precise, (out of the countless others) Minion could not find. When he stopped by their house, the father told him that he was better off not getting involved any more. After thanking their father, Minion decided he would have one last look from the above town before heading out.
With each step up the switchbacks that were carved in the rock, Minion lumbered on, taking the scenic rout up. There was a small knock off of the third switch from the top that when he was smaller, he would be able to fit though, and get into an open cave that could be reached from above the town as well, it just took a long time getting around. Often, along with his friends they would go out adventuring in the on the outskirts of town. As the forrest was a few leagues away they could only see it from atop their make shift fort, a stick wedged into a crack in the rock and some other rocks piled around in a sad wall. In latter years Minion had invested in a small rope ladder that he attached to the top of the cliff for special get aways with a certain some one. It was a great view to wake up to in the morning, watching the sun shine upon the ocean. To this day kids still used it to play their games and at night the occasion doves would take up residence in it.
A shadow was cast over his path as he walked up, a girl, a little younger then himself by the looks of it; reluctantly, Minion lifted his face to look at her, and sure enough Sharan stood there. Sharan was the youngest of the three sisters that Minion had dated, and she was the girl he was currently seeing. She stood at 150cm, her measurements were still unknown to him, but he had his suspicions about certain areas of anatomy. Currently she was wearing the light blue dress that had been his gift to her oldest sister, Ann, when he had been dating her. The dress while worn with time still had the small embroidery of flowers along the left side, hand stitched by Minion, with the help of his nanny. The dress reached down to her ankles, where she had on a dressy pair of outdoor slippers, that she was so fond of. This time they were a light green, matching here eyes, with black lining around the sole. She didn't have any socks on, which meant that she had only recently left home, and in a rush too. Sharan got cold easily and kept socks on, even in the heat of this town. The bottom of the dress had a fine lace pattern that his mother had picked out, one of the times that Minion actually saw here, but never really knew who she was until two nights ago. Around the simple dress, Sharan had a yellow sash that was angled slightly as it wrapped around her, hiding her slight belly. How Minion had teased her about it when he had found out. Sharan wouldn't talk to him for two weeks, two weeks of apologizing and groveling, trying to write poetry and read them from the middle of the street during the early evening. What a nightmare that had been. The cut of the dress slightly exposed her, but only enough to tempt him to ask for more. The shoulders of the dress were puffed, because they had elastic cords in them in order to change the way that the sleeve rested on the arm. With the sleeve being adjustable the dress had been expensive and a deeply accepted gift and hand-me-down. Finally, reaching her face Minion closed his eyes then opened them slowly.
Her auburn hair, braided on the right side, with a flower in the top of the braid, were vivid in the sunlight. Her face was slightly freckled and she had a fake eye on the left side from a childhood accident. Her usual and cheery smile was replaced with quivering lips and the eye that had drawn Minion too her had already overflown with tears. Her hair moved slightly with the wind, and Minion noticed that the once long, hip length hair now only reached down to her shoulders. It was shocking, and Minion let his mouth hang open at a loss for words. Sharan filled the void as she kissed him. It wasn't a romantic kiss, more of a longing kiss that was desperate for attention. Sharan tried to be forceful, but Minion slowly pushed her away. Each second felt like an eternity to Minion, eventually he broke the silence, "I'm going far away. Be sure to use protection your fist time and find a p-" He was cut off by sobs as Sharan sank to the ground. Pity and regret welled up inside of Minion, but his decision was made and he had to go. Without another word he walked past her as she wept and gazed ahead when she begged him to stay. "I Love you though... Is there something you wan't of me name it? Please Mini" A nickname she had given him when they were younger, Sharan then sobbed again and her words came between exasperated breaths, "Don't go! Stay here, with me, with us! I don't care if you don't love me, or even if you like me, just don't... don't leave me behind! Mini! No! Listen to me, Mini! MINI! MINION!" She broke down at that moment, and sank to the ground a mess. Without turning back Minion moved on past the nook in the wall and up the switch backs.
Reaching the top of the path Minion turned off of the path and walked to stand beside Ann. Ann had on a pair of tights, and was in a set of elegant heals. She had on a skirt that was to her knees and a white blouse. Her hair was the same color as her younger sister and it was braided in the same fashion. On her wrist she had a silver set of bangles, and a tattoo of a black rose. It must have been hell walking up here in them, than again, she had walked through the Zooks hangout in heels. The Zooks had been Minion's establish base of operations inside of the city, him other boys had set it up in defense of the girls who were becoming ever more attractive. Wary of the stories of the succubus, Evan had persuaded Dillan, Conner, Raito, Jean, and Minion to stand firm in their ways, and not to fall to the prowess of those evil creatures. While none of them understood the term prowess, it sounded cool so they agreed to it. The Zooks raided girls gatherings and did their best to sabotage picnics and outgoings. It happened after 'The Night of Theft' where, in order for each boy to prove his manhood he had to sneak into the houses of the girls and steal their underwear. They had all agreed that there was no other way. Grinning, Minion remembered finding a bra of Ann's as he had stopped by their house before continuing back to base. When each of the boys returned they piled together the fruits of their labor and pondered how a few things worked and what they were for. Especially Ann's bra, that confused them to no end, and when Ann had slammed open the door, with a topical mask on, only in her panties and a tank top, they had screamed like little girls as they tried to take the loot and run. Evan was the first to go, he had just finished grabbing Mary's panties from the pile when he he came in contact with the demons foot in his gut. Gasping in pain Even had relinquished the panties and succumbed to wait outside while she rounded the rest of them up. And on pain worse than death, he so swore. In a valiant attempt to save Even Minion and Raito grabbed a bag of marbles each and rolled them on the floor as Ann came storming after them. To this day it still baffled Minion, how a person could move so fast, and in high heels while avoiding stepping on marbles. Minion had fist sandwich and was sentenced the same as Evan, to which he agreed. However Raito fought tooth and nail against Ann, and when he threw a sponge at her, she became livid, and the screams that echoed from the room, it felt like someone was walking over his grave. It had been quite the escapade and when she had rounded them all up, given each of them a firm thrashing and lecturing, she escorted the small platoon of disbanded Zook's to each victims house where the thief had to knock on the front door, in the middle of the night, and explain to the parents why they had their daughters panties.
After each of the others had been released to their parents, Minion staggered home, Ann escorting him. "Why did you do it?" she had asked Minion for what he thought was the ten billionth time. Giving a pathetic explanation of the motive again, Minion moved past Ann who had stopped, taking no note of it. But when she had hugged him from behind he was shocked and was equally confused by her words. Now to be standing next to her again Minion had a few questions before he left town. "Ann, why did you seduce me back then?" Minion asked. When he didn't get an answer he turned to leave when she tossed a bunched up ball of cloth at him. Catching it Minion looked at it and demanded an explanation. "Well, you would get lonely without something to remind you how to do it, right? Besides, I still have hope for you. Being older than you, I know that some day you will return. You'll probably have some excuse for a mistress and need a reminder in how to love a person. So when that day comes I'll be waiting." Ann said as she turned back to watch the ocean. Laughing, Minion turned back to the path, and stuffed the panties in a pocket for the time being.
Reaching the gates Minion saw Beth, and he tried to compose himself as he walked up to her. Clad in jean shorts and a t-shirt, Beth stood with her arms crossed and her hair in a pony tail. As Minion opened his mouth to speak, his face met the backside of her hand, then the front on the other side of his face. Closing his mouth Minion tried to think what he had expected from her, looking up again saw that she had a compass in her hand, and a string attached to it. It was his compass that he had given her when they had navigated part of the desert together. Beth looked embarrassed as she quickly laced it around his neck and tied it. It was really tempting to grab her a** but that would get him pain that could damage his future, so he decided against it. "Why are you giving this back?" Minion asked Beth, who retorted with, "It's only on temporary lone, besides you'd get lost if you didn't have one. And I know you didn't pack one, you always forget things like this. Now go on, get out of hear you heartbreaker." Walking off Minion turned to watch her leave, then faced the gate.
His past behind him and the unknown before of him, Minion left the city of Strata. ...Imagination is the greatest nation in the world. Edited: Forgot to give Ann the rest of her clothes DX
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:14 pm
Griff rested quietly on the northern edge of the city wall, looking out to the sands. A cigar in his mouth, lit and simply smoldering. Morivan was resting. He also wasn't exactly what you might call incognito. DOOMTRAIN exposed, he just kicked back quietly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:26 pm
Enter: Raymond.
Raymond wasn't exactly out in the desert today on a whim. No, he had come to do business and business was what he had done. He had shipped a crate of assorted assault class rifles to an interested buyer and had recently arrived to oversee that the shipment made it to its final destination. Having made the transfer of coin and guns at the cities dockyard Raymond was free to roam the city whilst he waited for the next boat to arrive to take him back to wherever it was he had come from beforehand. In that time he had wandered off around the edge of the city, never having gone as far south as to see the desert before. Why he had climbed up atop the city wall was beyond him, but he soon found himself face to face with a rather oddly placed face.
"I know you." the words didn't really slide off his tongue, but Raymond wasn't exactly a silver-tongued b*****d. He was standing over Griff, hands in the pockets of his jeans, staring down at him with one brow quirked. "You were in that tournament. Captain of team..." he paused, because he couldn't even begin to pronounced the name. "Team Whatchamacallit. Whatever, names aren't important. What is important is why you're sitting on the wall of a city staring out into the vast expanse of sand and hellish heat."
It didn't help that Raymond was wearing a heavy anti-ballistics vest that was colored black.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:36 pm
 Morivan didn't answer at first, taking a long drag off of the cigar in his hand before rolling his neck. He wasn't a fan of the way the dude was talking to him. "Captain of Team Jörmungandr. Third Placers for Heaven or Hell 2010. As for this wall... What, a man ain't allowed to take a look at the sands he grew up in." He stamped his foot, pushing himself to a stand. Just a hair under six foot, his uncovered eye drifting to the man.
"You got a problem with me taking a night off, or something?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:41 pm
Raymond narrowed his eyes. Where did this guy get off acting like some sort of hotshot whom owned the wall he sat on? Was he somehow not allowed to ask questions?
"You can do whatever the hell you want man, so long as it isn't shoving your attitude into my face."
Raymond wanted to slip his Right hand from his pocket, he really did, but he wasn't going to bet on being faster than a guy who took third place in the biggest tournament in the land. He wasn't however about to back down.
"And no, Ain't got a problem unless you have one. So, to ask your own question, do -you- have a problem?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:50 pm
Griff scowled. He considered popping the dude right then and there. It wasn't as if he'd made some kind of serious offense, but... eh. "...Sorry. Still awful sore about bein' beaten by a bunch of woo woos." He extended his right, the left holding the cigar carefully. "The name is Griff Morivan. Can I help ya with somethin'?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:57 pm
Raymond didn't unfurrow his brow for some time, even when he was extended a hand. I took him a moment to slip his Right out from his jeans and grip Griff's hand in his own, giving him a stiff but firm handshake.
"S'no big deal man, I figure I would be sore if I got beaten to. " Raymond wouldn't really have known the feeling, he had long let go of the concept of hurt honor. He wasn't exactly the toughest guy when he was younger and being pushed around was commonplace.
"Raymond, Raymond Ambercombe. And not unless you're in the business of making boats arrive faster than normal." He had by not let go of Griff's hand and let his own fall down to his side, idly tapping on his thigh. He didn't come off as nervous, but as one of those twitchy guys one might meet in a dark alley who was constantly afraid of the cops busting through the wall like the cool-aide man. It showed too, thought the sweat was likely a product of the heat.
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