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 Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 9:05 am
This will be the home of a role play between Anneh and Mayhem.
You're welcome to read but if you post I kill you. :3
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 7:15 pm
Full Name, Preferred Name: Delilah Bearing, Honey Age: 23 Sex (I won’t make the joke, because it’s old. BUT I WANT TO.): BUAHAHAHA, FEMALE (and YES *is shot*) Sexual Orientation (WELL IT AIN’T GONNA BE STRAIGHT): Rainbow~ Race/Ethnicity: Slightly Native American, slightly Japanese, mostly American Height/Weight/Build: She is 5'6'', 124 pounds, and she is built like an imbalanced hourglass. A lot on top, a lot on bottom, but not as much as on bottom as top. Facial Features/Hair (Eyes, looks, IS SHE A 10?): Her hair is a dirty blond, long and curly at the bottom. With a naturally rounded face and big dole eyes, she can convince anyone that they love her. Clothes Style: She enjoys sundresses, black dresses, dresses in general. Multiple layers and ribbons and matching colors. She tends to pout when the colors don't go with each other. Tattoos, Piercings, Scars, other notable crap: She has her ears pierced, but that's about it... Appearance: Might a picture suffice?Weapons (Other than boobs, of course. This is a given.): Boobs. And she is a ninja. >3 Special Abilities/Skills: She enjoys baking, but whoever eats her goods usually becomes exceptionally sleepy and tends to immediately pass out, a gargantuan smile on his or her face. She can also tell when normal humans are lying to her. But when a non-human, say, a demon, lies, she can't tell at all. She's a little unobservant like that. Hobbies/Interests: She likes dancing, and playing the piano. Going on long walks in the park and trying on dresses all day long. Serious Problems (All hot girls are crazy): Honey is almost abhoringly naive. She can never tell when someone's making fun of her or when she's being used. She also has deep-seated psychological problems and... well, anger issues. History: Said anger issue is one of the reasons she was sent to earth in order to redeem herself: redeem herself by redeeming another. After many thousands of years she finally snapped at someone and, well, upstairs was never quite the same after that. The Big Guy probably sent her to earth just to get rid of her, thinking that eventually she'd forget her task and become a normal human, forgetting that she had ever been an angel in the first place. Trivia (MORE LIKE TRIVIA-L, AM I RIGHT? ********, I really couldn’t think of anything better): She's an incredibly pretty she-hulk, am I right? WOOTWOOT~
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 8:22 pm
Leila May worked her a** off. She damned souls, tortured the guilty, all her job description asked for. She was ambitious from the get-go, moving through the ranks at spend unprecedented from her position. She would do whatever she could for power and responsibility; it was what got her where she was in the first place. Most people had to be bribed, coerced, tricked into giving up their soul, but she had demanded to see the big guy downstairs. She wanted power, she told him, power she would never have on earth. He offered her a job and she took it, with the promise of more to come.
After many promotions, there was silence. Nothing, for so long She knew she had to be patient, sure, but the decline of frequency in her uprising was, quite frankly, alarming. When she was called in by the devil himself – something very rare indeed – she was nervous.
There was a long hallway before his office. Satan wanted those moments of worry for his subordinates and would do a lot to get it from them. He liked watching them ********, she heard of a former employee having to walk for a week down this very hall, only to be fired, quite literally: Banished to the pits of flame for becoming close with an angel. Poor, stupid b*****d. True or not, no one would be dumb enough to let themselves be close to one of god’s freaks. It was not tolerated in the slightest, for obvious reasons, and tended to not only cause permanent torture and dismemberment for those involved (demon and angel, of course. This was hell, after all), but it put Satan in a bad mood. These moods caused hell for every worker, harsher punishments for all. Leila was lucky to have curried his favor, that was for sure. It came with fantastic benefits and kept her at a safe distance from feeling the pain so many others were forced into. She was a frank woman and he enjoyed that about her.
“Cut the crap.” She said out loud, hands on her hips, “I’ve been here long enough to know what you’re trying to pull. Nervous or not – this won’t work on me.”
“Feisty, Leila. You’d take care to watch your words,” A familiar tone boomed across the space where she stood.
“Believe me, I am.”
A door appeared in front of her and she grinned. A lesser demon opened the door for her and bowed. Inside was a plush office, normal for where it resided. Satan enjoyed professionalism, though he couldn’t resist mounting a few particularly impressive conquests on the walls above, stuffed angel wings hanging over all who were present in the room.
And there he was: slender frame poised atop plush angel leather. He was suave and handsome, well into his years but you would never know it. He didn’t look a day over 200. Dark red skin and narrow eyes that softened when Leila entered the room. A smile, small, unfitting for his appearance, but present.
Leila enjoyed his company but he was a busy man, with little time for friendships. Fine with her, she was busy too. But if he called, she would be there. It was more than her job at that point -- She had the closest friendship one could have with the devil, and the closest thing to a friendship she’d ever had on heaven and earth. She valued it highly.
He looked her up and down where she stood, “Leila May, may I say, power continues to suite you. You are stunning today,” She gave him a half grin, and he continued, “Let’s cut to the chase. Flattery serves none of us.”
“I’m waiting with baited breath,” Sarcasm, but there was truth to her words.
“You remember Sven, yes?”
Leila shivered. Sven was a large man, imposing, but that was never what scared him about her. She always had an odd feeling about the guy. He seemed too friendly, and the more she saw of him, the less he seemed right for his job. Though, in truth, the thought may have stemmed from her desire for his ******** repented. Can you believe it? My right hand man quits! Just like that – straight to heaven. Well, not exactly. No one gets away that easily.”
He laughed, but his face fell straight. High cheekbones and a gaunt face rested in a frown and Leila then noticed how tired he looked. Infiltration from heaven had been a big deal lately, and the population of hell had been dropping. Her job had become harder because of it. She couldn’t begin to fathom how much worse it was for her boss. Though she couldn’t help but be happy – one less person above her meant another move up the ranks.
She shook her head but stayed silent, and Satan continued, “Long story short, I thought about who would be best for my right-hand, uh, man, and who I actually wanted for the position. It happened to be you. I know, such a shocker. You can pick your jaw up off the ground now,” More sarcasm.
“Thank you sir, I—“
“Wait, wait, wait. There is a catch.” He interrupted.
“Of course. What must I do?”
“We’re low on souls, as you are well aware. And workers. We have a quota to fill and you’re the best I know. You fill our quotas; you get the job. Now get out of here – I don’t want to see your face until you’ve proven yourself.” He winked.
She snapped her fingers and in a puff of smoke she was gone.
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Instantly Leila May was on earth. She was confident that she would be given arrangements on arrival, so instead of worrying about a place to stay, she worried about where to work. The sky was darkening and evening was fading quickly to night, which narrowed her options considerably. She was exhausted after the trip (longer distance teleportation, even with her ability, was tiring) and did not want a challenge. Where were the most corrupt souls in the city, the ones who would turn on a dime? Who would be so easy to manipulate that Leila would not even need to try?
Of course!
A bar.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:19 pm
((A couple of requests? D:
Please separate paragraphs by a space in between. Otherwise it's really hard to make sense of your writing.
Also, can I see the about/skelly/whatever of your character?))
"Hey! I want my rum and coke!"
Big, bright brown eyes looked up from where hands were scrubbing a table, and she looked to her left to see a tray with a glass on it, ice cubes melting and condensation on the glass.
"Oh, sorry!" She cooed nervously, dashing over to the table with the tray.
"Hey! This drink is old! Are you ditzy??"
"Sorry! I'll get you another one!"
With that, she dashed back to the bar, setting the drink down on the counter and grabbing a dishtowel to clean her tray. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her.
"Gods Honey, if you keep this up the boss is gonna fire your a**."
"Thanks for the words of wisdom, Jeremie," Honey replied dryly as she took a new rum and coke from him and set it on the tray, along with a bowl of peanuts to soothe the ego as she turned to leave. "I'll try to keep that in mind."
She whisked over to the table with the fuming male just as another woman walked into the bar.
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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LovetoCauseMayhem Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:21 am
( (Thank you! Omg that's so lovely! <3))
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