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 Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 9:34 am
Here's the pool. It's also much bigger than it looks.
And here's the gaming room.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 3:15 pm
I Lucca, known as Salem's Knight, was wearing a bathing suit instead of my trademark burgundy jumpsuit. The bathing suit itself was a pale blue (that matched my eyes) and it was a speedo. I used to think they were quite silly looking, but I liked how they were able to show off... well one's junk.
I encircled the enormous pool. I splashed through the thin sheet of water that settled outside of the pool. I then found a spot that seemed comfortable and sat on it's edge. I was on the deep end, 17 feet deep. My feet waded in the water. The water was cold and refreshing. It was more of an inviting cold than that of the cold of a harsh winter, or the sharp cold feeling you get when you believe something is watching you.
I kicked my feet in the water which made the water ripple. For some reason this fascinated me and I kept making the water ripple for about a minute or so. I then snapped my head up away from the water and looked at the shallow end of the pool. It was a lighter blue than the deeper end of the pool. I never liked going in the shallow end first. I always liked to go head first into the deep... somewhat similar to how I lived my life. I thought about how that usually got me into to trouble, but I waved the thought away and continued kicking my feet in the water.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 9:48 pm
Cheetah had entered past the gaming room, heading into the pool area, she hated the water for the most part, only bathing when necessary and rarely swam, though like all great cats knew how. Clasped in her clawed hand was a simple bound book boasting the title, 'Violence: A History of Criminal Minds' she enjoyed the poolside because it rarely boasted of company, which meant that there would be only silence and sirenity. Fishing a feirce glare at the pool, she would swear her hair was bristling and standing on end as she settled on the lounge silently, legs kicked up beneath her rear end, tail swishing out the back while she pulled the book open and flipped to her reserved page, eyes held fast on the page while her eyes would ocassionally flick up to keep an eye on the Scarecrow (or Salems Knight, whichever is currently being played lol), body tense as if expecting a playful splash would more then likely wind up with claws extended and teeth bared.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 10:27 pm
Deathstroke was standing in the game room, in his uniform. His gear was still on as he was only intending to be there for a little while. He was extremely bored. He was shooting on one of the arcade hunting games and hitting every shot, hitting heart, lungs and spines with every burst. The game finally said YOU WIN! In bright, bold letters showing his score was 999,999. He scoffed as it notified him he could continue for the bonus animal, which was a large deer in the distance which ran double the speed of the normal animals. Aiming down the sights of the attached gun, he killed it in one shot. He released the gun and grunted. Nimrods... At that distance, there should have been a large factor of bullet drop... But, the five year old blind children they obviously designed the difficulty level around wouldn't understand that, now, would they? He thought to himself hatefully. What he wouldn't give for a mission, a contract, anythiing involving him firing an actual gun at a living thing would be nice.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:27 pm
Cheetah had sat about for a moment, but after awhile of looking over at the pool before her, she suddenly felt like her mouth and throat were parched. Giving herself the old '5' count to wake her non cooperative stubborn limbs up, Minerva would leave the pool area, the book clasped and shut in one hand, while she moved through the double doors. Down the hall she went until after a few zig zags she'd enter into the game room where Deathstroke was. Tossing back a vibrant fall of wild orange hair, the leather clad feline would sway over to the fridge off in the corner, a pale glow dancing over her angled features. "--Trying to beat your high score, or bored?" Cheetah was never any good at shooting games, though she could outrun them all and was a whiz with a football. Selecting a water bottle from one of the near empty shelves she'd re-enter the game room, tossing her read over the top of the sofa and leaping over the top, landing comfortably along the cushions, her ears flattening against her head as she twist off the cap and stole a sip. Minerva was a lovely woman, if not a little...well different, due to complications, her feline appearance would have become permenent, though she herself didn't quite mind, most just found her intimidating, although the teeth, tail, fur and claws didn't help much.
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