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 Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:40 pm
What if you awoke one day and everything you knew about the world was false.
What if the concept of reality was torn from the fabric of the dimension you called home?
What if the entire world could change with the utterence of a single command?
What if I told you that you have all of the control?
What if I told you control no longer exsist on this new nightmare?
Atlantis has arisen.
Just how dark is the world we call home?
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:41 pm
A Brief Lesson of History. The year is 2014. January first of a new clean slate of a year, but this would prove to be the newest slate the world had seen since the early days of man. Atlantis has risen from the depth of the ocean below, with it comes all of the secrets, and wars, struggles, and powers to the world of an ill prepared mankind.
As legends told that Atlantis held technology so cutting edge that far exceeded our mordern technology, this has proven false. The words of our forefather unable to fathom the true power of the beings from Atlantis. Power weilding humans, and ceatures from our nightmares reside in the new land mass lying 300 miles of the coast of America. While the world rolls in the shockwaves, the US military and many Forces of the United Nations Mobilze to close down the borders of coastal lands to the 'monsters'
Meanwhile inside Atlantis an old struggle arises again. Do they stay in the land of man, or do they subside back into the realm from which they rose? The king faces harsh critism of a triumverant councel posed to overthrow the ancient king. Forces of the kings gaurds and personal armies of the councel clash to a stalemate. Atlantis remains torn as under the cover of magic the princess of the land and two trusted gaurdians make a move into New York, the choice to join the world of man lies in the hands of the soon to be Queen of Atlantis.
In the US much of New York is in the process of evacuation, as global scientist believe changes in the ocean's currents may cause extreme weather conditions which could rock much of the coast, yet there are those who choose to stay. Evacuation orders are not sent, but it has not been uncommon to see military vehicles and armed troops patrolling the streets. Easy cover for a special operational department group operating to find, protect, and deport the Princess.
Smelling a cover up numerous agency mobilze forces, the FBI begin hunted down the known paranormal criminals in New York, the CIA readies biologically created arsonal of humans for a possibiliy of field testing, and the New Media scrambles for clues and begin investigating the odd grouping and sightings of 'men in black', and military actions within New York.
Yet another group begins operations as the power of the ancient one fills New York, within the muesems lie artifacts, sleeping forms of the ancient ones, or those who left Atlantis long ago, those banished or with great power now begin to reawaken lost and confused in the new world, or very knowledgable and lieing in wait for their moment to strike back at the citizens who forced them into exile. A gain of lesser monster, the White Lotus also ready themselves as the rise of Atlantis proves only that Humans were never alone. A once secret society readies itself for war, while the leader ponders other plans of influence on Atlantis.
While an arms race begins, a questions racks the mind of some who think past the initial cultural shock. Why did Atlantis sink to the bottom of the sea anyway? Could there be a force on the horizon also arming itself for war again? A force watching us all? Waiting.
And So our story begins with a massive push from all sides to ready their weapons, fighting for their own causes, all with their own missions. And a princess forced to make a decision on information only she knows. What will become of our new world?
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:43 pm
Forces For The King
Atlantis Forces Defending the King's Rightful Rule, and the Princess. They have managed to hold back triumverant forces from entering the capital city, and other small outposts surrounding the capital.
For the Councel!
Atlantis Forces Acting Under the Triumverant Councel. These are divided into the groups under the infuence of one of the members of the councel. While some may be fighting for the safty of the kingdom, other may have more devious plans going so far as to go in search of banished allies laying in wait in America.
Councel Member Coraline's Forces
(Need a Main Reason for Her Stand Against the King)
Picture Being Made
Name: Coraline
Groups: Counselor Corlaine's Forces
Rank: Grand Counselor of Atlantis
Breif Bio: (Awaiting Incoming PM)
Username: Grand Dutchess Rose.
Picture Being Made
Name: Zelzon
Group: Counselor Coraline's Forces
Rank: Soldier / Beast
Brief Bio: Zelzon is a man of few words, he is more animal like in his tendencies, even in the eyes of Coraline he remains more as a 'pet'. He is actually one of the reasons for the Bumuda Triangle incidents involving ships. The triangle was often used by Coraline to keep tabs on the world of humans, Zelzon inevitably found it's existence. His curiosity has been the end of many ships.
Username: Celzon
Councel Member __________ Forces
(Reason they are fighting)
Councel Member __________ Forces
(Reason they are fighting)
For Her, My Life.
Two Members of the Princess's Elite Gaurd. Their Loyalty is to Her and Her Alone.
 Name:Soliel Wrathborn
Group:Atlantis
Rank:Knight
Brief Bio:I will protect the Princess from any peril, giving my life in her stead if I must.
Username:JonathanAnubian
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Fate, A Destiny I have Not Asked For
The Princess has the soul responsibility of deciding if Atlantis should sink back into the unknown or become a part of society. The task is not one of ease, and may be more important then she ever could have guessed.
 Name: Irilan
Group: Atlantean
Rank: Princess/Heir Apparent
Brief Bio: Irilan can see far more of the past then that of mortal men, can see the present at a range that would shock even her own kind, but the future, which so many seem certain of, is a formless nebulous cloud whose true form illudes her. But as far seeing as she it, she knows, others cannot see, what she cannot see, they only believe in a vision that is little more then imagination, and that belief will bring great ruin on both their peoples.
Username: Reservoir of Memory
Federal Burue of Investigation F.B.I. Men in Black
Operating in teams of Two. These agents, despite belief, are agents who studied paranormal cases, and while they may know more about investigation regarding issues of the paranormal, they do not have special weapons. Their main mission is to track down known members of the Silver Lotus. The do have a local FBI Swat Team as Backup. They can rely on personal vehicles for transport.
 Name: Seig McAndrews
Group: FBI
Rank: Detective
Brief Bio: Instances in his life have caused him to poor his life into his work. In school he was known for his papers regarding the criminal pathology, however he has found a niche in the department as someone who wanted to uncover and analyze paranormal phenomena. Perhaps a part of him even wishes he could become something more then the human he already is as well.
He is knowledgeable and keeps extensive resources on different types of creatures and rituals. He is not a definition of Men In Black by stereotypical standards. He is not in it for the destruction of the unknown he is in it for the research. Despite a dark commitment to his work he is seen as laid back and humorous to those who work with him.
Username: ~Lonewolf703~
Partner: Alice
 Name: Alice Machiel
Group: FBI
Rank: Agent
Brief Bio: Alice is far, far from Wonderland, she scored the top merits in her high school, and then again in her college, but out in the real world she's rather lost. There are no teachers to tell you what to do, nor are there tests to tell you how well you are doing, the best you can do is live day to day in the hope it's good enough to survive on.
Username: Reservoir of Memory
Partner: Seig
Central Inteligence Agency, C.I.A. Project #51
Operating in teams of two. Handler, and Mutant. Feild testing of genetically enhanced humans, against members of the Silver Lotus. They officially do not exsist and can expect no support or acknowledgement from the C.I.A. The can only rely on public transport and their own means of travel and storage.
Military Special Operations Group S.O.G.
An eight man group operating within the city of New York with the primary objective of finding the princess, protecting her, and getting her back to her own country in one peice. The field team is made up of National members from the U.N. and can expect sporadic support from the military when an opertunity arrives. This eight man team is broken into two squads.
They have been allocated a Fully Armored Humvee armed with .50 Caliber MG, and a pintal mounted M240 Bravo GPMG in the Turret, and a Scout humvee, armed with M240 Bravo and not the pictured .50 caliber and a Operations and Radio Humvee, which is unarmed. This alone with their personal firearms are expected to be their main line of defense in completion of their mission. There are uninformed of CIA, FBI, or Silver Lotus Operations. Rules of engagement stand that they cannot fire unless fired upon.
The Guild of the Silver Lotus
Werewolves, Vampires, and Zombies living amoungst the humans for a very long time. Little is known about them, and no one knows the leader's true mission or goal. The members may not be hardened warriors, but they do fight for each other, and will gladely follow their leader to the depths of hell and back.
 Name:Valais Sen
Group:Guild of the Silver Lotus
Rank:Head of the Silver Lotus
Breif Bio: Valais Sen was a leader born for the job. He grew up wanting the head position of the guild that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family. While he can be seen as a very hard ruling individual, he does it in care for keeping his followers safe.
Username: FleurDeLyssity
The Forgotten.
Members of Atlantis long in slumber in the forms of artifacts. They must first be summoned, and all must have a contract in order for them to act in the world now. There mission may become whatever is wished of by the person who awakened them. These can and should be based off of legends so people have some hint as to how to access you. You are a tool.
 Name: Muramasa Oobaru
Group: Forgotten
Rank: Outcasted Demon
Brief Bio: Once a soldier for the king, he was raised to follow commands without hesitation. With time he began to become corrupted following the exact orders given to him. After the slaughtering of multipal officials and officers, he was thrown into the world of man where he awaits new orders. He remains in the form of a sword in one of the museums scattered throughout New York, from there and his banishment he is aware of his enviroment and what the world, both Atlantian and Man have become in the fifteen hundred years he has been asleep. Be carefull what you wish for.
Username: ~Lonewolf703~
Others:
Because of the vastness of the two worlds in which this will be played, I will accept only a few of these, and only if you give me a reason to. I already need enough filled, but my ears are open.
Active Members will be allowed a total of three characters in the storyline.
It should be noted that people will die in this RP.
We all love our characters, but there are casualities in war.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:44 pm
Wow That is A lot of Forces! What Should I Play As? If you like more of a fantasy style roleplay based around kingdoms I highly encourage you to play a member of the forces in Atlantis, either councel or the king's forces. These forces are element controlers, mages, alchemist, and otherwise medium range power characters. They are not so powerful to shrug off bullets, but more then powerful enough to hold their own in 1 on 1 or 2 on 1 fights.
Have you run a Roleplay and are willing to stay committed to this role play? I need a Princess, A king, Three councel members, and the head of the Silver Lotus. You will have tremendous effect on the storyline, and some of you may recieve information that only you are to know and act upon. These characters are God-like, having ancient knowledge or power, they will be driving characters in the story from a background point of view.
Are you more of a one x one roleplay person? I need people in the roles of CIA agents and FBI agents who know how to operate with each other, and have done so in the past. These agents may find themselves with differing views then each other and even end up fighting each other. The power of these character comes in their intimacy with knowing who you are working with.
If you have extensive knowledge of military practices and are willing to try a hybrid dice rolling support system I encourage you to join up with the SOG operation group. You will be responsible for not auto hitting, working within a team, and taking care of your own gear. There are two teams with an overall command officer, and a second in command figure who runs the secondary team. You will practice a realistic style of weapon firing and functions, and will be willing to admit that you are undergunned in some situations. Diplomatics, and Fragos will be given out multipal times. You will be over your head.
If you enjoy gang RPs vampires, werewolves, or even the idea of playing as an undead consider the Silver Lotus. The brother hood willing to follow the leaders wishes to the end. Fighting for each other while remaining hidden to the world.
More Advanced Player? Banished / forgotten figures, who cannot have infuence in the current events until awakened, and must operate on a contract system with those who awaken them. You will be one man armies in the city of New York, but must prove to me high levels of plot development, as will as motives for me to allow anyone to play the forgottens. If you are awakened you could play huge roles in the storyline. You will be hard to awaken, and harder to control, you may not know where you are. And you are the only ones that are ommitted from this being an underground war.
If you think you wont fit in these positions please consider contacting me about other ideas. There is an other catagory. I would love to see News Correspondents, who can disarm any situation as this, for now as this is still an underground war.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:45 pm
Rules arrow Gaia TOS
arrow Three Characters Per
arrow Stay with Us
arrow No Auto Hitting, or other acts of God Modding.
arrow I am not God and am Subject to my Own Rules.
arrow This RP will use a Dice System for calling in Support for Certain Units.
IE If the FBI agents wish to call in their Swat Team. They will make a post about calling headquaters, with the action of rolling a 6 sided dice. A 6 means you get the support you wanted fast, 5 means you get what you wanted only slower, 4 means you get a lesser form of support (instead of five man team of support you get 2 for instance) 3 means you get an apology from command, but no support. 2 You get nothing. 1 you get reprimended for the call. This call counts as a action in a battle post, explained next.
arrow I see all the time in RPs people not understanding how to fight so I will lay my rules out very clearly. In a battle RP between another character you will only have two actions. These can be of the following: Dodge, Defend, Take the Hit, Attack, and Charge. Any higher forms of attack more then a fireball by a fire caster for instance require a charge turn you must give statement to you charging somehow, it cannot just happen. This can be in the form of calling in support, to charging a psi blast. If there are any questions get ahold of me.
arrow You will submit to me a PM titled Discarded Hearts your submission to my RP
arrow This is expected to be a semi-lit RP. At least a paragraph per post.
arrow This list can be added to as I see fit.
arrow This is a huge RP a Location Tag must be posted as part of your post.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:46 pm
Format of the Profiles.
Small Profile:
Small Image: 150 x 150 Headshot
Name:
Group:
Rank:
Brief Bio: (Three Sentences Max who you are what your plans are, what are you doing.)
Username:
Large Profile
Name:
Lyric / Theme / Motto
Race:
Age:
Sex:
Group Affiliation:
Rank:
Gear:
Powers: (If Applicable)
Bio (full):
Sexual Affiliation:
Team Member: (If Any)
Other:
Full Appearence Included. Be reasonable and do not stretch my page.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:48 pm
Story Thus Far: ~Lonewolf703~ Joins as Muramasa Oobaru, Seig McAndrew
Reservior of Memory Joins as Alice Machiel, and Irilan Na'ta'talia
JonathanAnubian Joins as Soliel Wrathborn
FleurDeLyssity joins as the Head of the Silver Lotus! Valais Sen
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:49 pm
Current Status:
Active
Taking applications.
Open for Posting!
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Posted: Fri Nov 01, 2013 12:14 pm
My name is Irilan, and in my eyes dwells all that has been and all that is.  Irilan looked out the window, where once had been a shimmering field of liquid light, that shifted and moved, illuminating the deepest crevice the ocean held, she now saw open sky and new possibilities roiling even as the waves moved. For now her people and her kingdom stood as a beacon on the water, for better or for ill, and for all to see.
Anyone entering the antichamber, that looked out over the vista would see siloutteed against the sunrise a master craftman's life's work, an impossibly beautiful figure of a young woman, she was slender and graceful, the gentle curves of a mature body without the lush fullness gained only through motherhood. Her skin was warmly blushed with the color of life and smooth as the underlying alabaster from which her pale skin gained its color's name. The detail was so minute that it must be real, and yet so perfect as to be impossible to be so. Hair the color snow fall flowed down the figure in waves, the strands catching the fiery colors of the sun and throwing them back, glittering with their own shimmer of silver beneath the reds and oranges. The figure seemed to wear only the silvery floor length hair as it stood framed in the sunlight, but closer inspection would reveal a semi-transparent gown, of the same silvery-shimmering color pallet as the figure's hair, clasped at the shoulders with silver ornaments and thin needles to hold the impossibly thin fabric in place. The fabric appeared so fragile it looked as if the touch of thread to bind it would disolve the garment made of shimmering light and mist. The gown clung and shifted, playing down the length of the young woman's body and accentuating the grace and elegance of the form. For truly a master had carved this statue, pouring all his love of life, laughter and beauty into one final creation. And with that creation's completion and it's final vision in his eyes rather then just his mind's eye, such a master could lay down his tools and pass to the greater realms in peace.
In a moment that image was shattered as the sound of foot steps in the hall was heard, and the statue abandoned it's stillness to whirl to face the sound, elfin features making up a face of a young woman, but her eyes... Within the eyes is said to dwell the soul, and this beautiful creature bore the eyes of a timeless ancient, years beyond count weighing on a soul strong enough to bear all time and still will to live. This woman, young though she was, was Irilan, Princess of Atlantis, and as time passed, and the creat cogs upon which all fate is turned began to move, her heart, and her will would shape the fate many.
Irilan gathered around her shoulders the wisp of a shawl she wore and turned away from the sun as it rose slowly and surely into the sky. It had been so long since even her memory had contained the knowledge of a sunrise. So long that each morning she found herself drawn to this room, to watch with wonder the scene and store as many such treasured sights in her memory as she could. Maybe to one day pass on those memories to her daughter, but she hardly wished to burnden another with the memories of so many, where a sunrise would always be a spark of light and beauty in a dark and twisted world.I work my will so that the future is no
more sorrowful then what has already come to pass.
For the world weeps for her children, who in their ignorance and pride have
stained her fertile fields with blood and tears, and in their senseless, violent
ends, she dies a bit more.
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Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 9:43 pm
Seig McAndrew
FBI Agent
Washington DC Main FBI Office
Personal Office
Company: James Reed (NPC)
'I don't need my head keeping all my problems.'
A sudden and hard rap of knocking struck the wooden door seperating a small isolated office most would overlook for a closet door in the records sub level of the FBI Headquarters, Washington DC. The knock sprung Seig back to life from heavy sleep. Through blurred vision he could just make out the analog clock hanging above the door, 10AM. The last number he remembered seeing was 4:36AM, his plan to make it to his apartment and take a personal day were now out of the question. What had it been? Four? Five days since I last saw my apratment? He began to try to rub his eyes back to life, the light flickering in the corner of the artificially lighted room was doing him no favors with his feeling of dissorientation.
The room was in no shape for a visit by anyone today. If there was a method to Seig's madness it would be seen as a madness in the method. Manilla folders of research, evidence, and reports burdened almost every flat surface in the office room designed for two people. Even the cot that had been moved into the office by staffing personal was covered in the documents. In the corner lay bags of laundry, with one more bag of dry cleaning hanging on an old hat rack. Seig was beginning to run out of resources for making his office a home away from home. A second burst of knocking on the door assaulted Seig's ears. Seig grabbed at the corners of his desk and pulled his back into alignment before pushing himself back into a sitting position. "It's open.." at least the buildings shower had been used recently... Seig had taken one the night before in an attempt to stay awake. His finger found the 'on' button on the coffee pot behind him.
The door swung open wide revealing James Reed, Seig's direct superior and only real outside contact with the rest of the FBI. Despite Seig's originality when it came to understanding of criminals he had chosen to pursue cases involving.. less then popular to the FBI board of directors. A brillient mind wasted was the way most of them spoke of Seig's actions outside of the light of proffessional courtesy. Reed's face went from direct to a flash of concern when he took in the situation of the room. Seig hadn't been home for quite some time and it was beginning to show. He raised his hand to stop anything Seig had to say. "No. I'm here to talk. You're here to listen. I suggest you straighten up the best you can and get some coffee in you."
Seig complied.
"Firstly you're officially off probation. It would seem after a month the board has decided that you are able to recieve operational funds and return to the status of a field agent, but non of this is because of the reasons you stated in your report. Do not misunderstand me, your reasoning for the profussive use of force on a suspect was enough for you to be fired and let go without second thought, however... we have already lost one agent to the case. Agent Warfield will no longer be staying with the FBI." Reed stopped and let the information sink into Seig's head. A previous partner was now quitting, and for some reason the board had decided to let Seig off of his very short leash which they had mantained the last month solidly. Reed did feel for the man before him, but had to mantain the position of his supervisor, not a friend. Seig was an amazing agent, possesing of many skills if not all of the skills needed to become a 'chair' like himself, but Seig often grew bored of the usual investigation, even the normal ones taken on by what the public called 'The Men in Black', which mainly consisted of experimental downed aircraft recovery and investigation of the clandistine actions of spy aircraft from outside countries into America, UFO's..
"Secondly... You have a new mission. I'm sure you of all people are informed with the information leaking in from the military of the individuals who live in Atlantis?" The question was rhetorical, the man before Reed had spent his entire life trying to convince others of such creatures and phenomina. "Two years ago you handed in informational reports citing a member of a gang called the Silver Lotus, which was based out of New York. In this report you claim the guild is loaded with... 'non human' entities. You are to work cases for the local PD in New York specifically related to this gang and take it's members into custody under legitiment charges." James tossed a pair of keys on to Seig's desk, along with his badge, and FBI ID. A cruel smile came accross Reed's face as his favorite part of the news was coming up next. "You're partner is to report to this office sometime in the future after a breifing with the board. You two are then to become acustom to each other on the car trip to New York. Today." Seig stopped in mid sip of coffee slowly lowering the mug, but Reed eye'd him down from saying anything, Seig was still on a short leash, the board had simply given him a little more chain to run around with. "She specifical asked for assignment in the areas outside of the normal. After this information got to the board of directors, and after some interviewing it was decided she would go to you Seig. If the things in your reports are true, then you are one of the spookiest people in this building." Reed seemed full of himself as he turned to leave. He knew the conversation was one sided, and it was ment to be. The tone he had used was a father speaking to his son. And with that the short, stocky, man, with the italian nose, and square shaped, thick eyeglasses left the room leaving Seig, to his thoughts...
Seig was relieved... and stressed... his entire life... all made real in a night. All the people who had doubted him now were eating there own words, but Seig let the urge simmer inside his head to tell them he told them so. It was in the end a waste. He knew he was chasing information on the documentation of a reality few would accept. Even in the coming days of communication with the new forms of 'beings' living in the mysterious island appearing out of the sea again after vanashing so long ago. Then there was the issue at hand of having a partner again.
Seig's eyes moved to the desk sitting covered in documents. So many agents had taken the seat behind it only to leave. So many sometimes eager to know more, sometimes hard set determined to end Seig's occupation with the FBI, some spies for the board of directors, some normal people who never asked to be pair with Seig. Seig the madman.. Spooky Seig.. the list of names he was called in the safty of distance between him and the majority of agents sitting upstairs from him now only empowered Seig. He was threatening the reality of those scared of the unknown, he knew the actions it would cause. A hidden, scared, lashing out towards the source. Those who made the titles for him almost always treated him with proffessional courtesy, some even came to him for help in their own cases, but the titles would continue behind his back.
Seig began to wonder about the newcomer to his land. The incoming partner, what they would bring to the desk sitting in the corner. He began to pick up the files and replace them back into their respected areas. The last month had not been nice to Seig, he had studied and restudied many old cases. He knew where the 'shocking' ones were and left those off to the side to be placed on the newcomer's desk, a test of curiosity, and of belief. Seig cleaned and waited in his office, tucked away in the rear-most section of the Records subfloor of the FBI office. The one lonely office in a building full of gathered secrets. A mystery, or a blemish in a land where reality was fully backed by evidence, the one madman continued his challange of a safe world. Seig let the word become vocalized... "Spooky..." It left a smirk on Seig's face as he cleaned and waited for the newcomer...
[[Yeah... that was a lot. Not all of them are like this. This is simply a first post and a look into your new partner. I swear I'm not always like this.]]
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 12:29 pm
Alice, Alice, trying to find Wonderland.  Alice rose out of the sunken bath, the sunlight glittering through the picture window, that looked out over a sprawling back yard the held both walking paths and gardens. Water trickled down a seven foot falls at the far back of the walled in garden and Alice smiled, it was a beautiful scene, and the beauty never seemed to be lost no matter how common place the sight became. Descending the stairs from the bathing pool she grabbed a large white fluffy towel and began drying her body, while another towel went to bundle her damp hair. Finally ready to leave the tiled floor for the plush carpet of her adjoined bedroom Alice padded softly, all sound swallowed up by the thick carpeting as she settled her toweled form in front of the vanity to prepare her face for the day ahead. Large doe-like eyes dominated a face that held the impossible youth of a china doll, long thick lashes brushing softly against her cheeks every time she blinked. Thick, lush curls of heavy auburn hair, already half-dry were drawing back up into their usual bouncy form, Alice passed the heavy silver brush through the curls a few times before twisting her hands up into the mass of heavy strands. Twisting it hard until the tail started to twist in on itself and curled into a tight knot at the back of her head, Alice held it in place with one hand and grabbed a black ribbon with the other twisting the ribbon around and around until she could release her stabilizing hand and use them both to tie the ribbon in place. A hair tie held the short ends of the ribbon in place and finalized the hold on the hair strapped in the bun. Modest undergarments of silk lace construction were comfortable and breathable, and made up the first layer of her clothing once she had finished dusting some powder on her cheeks that faded the warm blush of her cheekbones, and subtle coloring to lessen the impact of her eyes or cherub like facial features.
Alice slid into a fitted chocolate skirt and buttoned up a pale cream blouse, grabbing a thin back set of straps that passed for a holder while laying fairly close to the skin Alice made sure her three spare magazines, two on the left side, and one on the right, and her travel cleaning kit taking up the second slot on her right. Pulling on a chocolate jacket to match the skirt, she shifted it to make sure the holster lay flat enough as not to be seen. With the holster settled she proceeded to hiking up her skirt so she could readjust the holster clipped to her thigh and slid the [insert gun here] loose to check the magazine and make sure she already had a bullet waiting in the chamber before clipping it back into place, and clicking the snap into place to hold the gun in close to avoid chaffing as she moved over the course of the day. Clipping a slender silver band around her wrist she checked the clock face to make sure it was accurate and keeping good time before picking up a pair of antique stick pins from her vanity. Alice held the pin perfectly horizontal while she depressed the jeweled head and twisted, a slim steel needle, attached to the jeweled head, drew out of the hollow sheath and dripped a yellow tinted liquid that gave off a slightly sweet smell, sliding the needle back into place and pressing down as she turned it until the locked back into place, she tilted it to make sure the seal was tight and none of the liquid was leaking. She checked the second pin, to make sure the liquid was still fresh and then after closing it again she checked the seal on that one as well. Alice tucked the pins into her bun, they appeared as if they held the hair in place but if she needed to she could draw them loose without risking the detriment to fighting, long hair flying around would cause. Taking one last look in the mirror to make sure her appearance was polished she made her way down stairs and to the garage to make the drive to work, she wanted to make a good impression on her new partner, and today was the day to do so. She parked in the back of the lot to give herself time to think as she walked to the building and checked her memo to see the office she needed to head to to meet her new partner. Stopping in front of the door she knocked twice, two short hard raps to alert whoever was on the other side someone was there to see them.Trying to find a place where her Nightmare walk from her dreams into reality so that she can sleep in peace.
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Posted: Sun Nov 03, 2013 1:22 pm
Seig McAndrew
FBI Agent
Washington DC Main FBI Office
Personal Office
Company: Alice
'I don't want the world to see me. Cause I don't think they'd understand...' Seig continued to rush around in cleaning the office. His eyes wondered the room, his partner's desk set empty with the exception of five case files he had left on it, his desk was now a clutter of files he still was using as references. It would have to work. Oh box of pizza! Seig flung open the lid, unsure of how old it might have been, judging by the depth it had been burried in the files it was relatively new. A single peice was left... Seig's past self had not been kind to him this morning as the smaller peice of pizza would have to serve as breakfast.
Two knocks on the door. Seig jumped a little. He wasn't ready. He was ready. He was everything in between. Quick check, he grabbed the piizza in his mouth and tossed the box into a small closet in the corner of the room along with all of his clothes that needed to see a cleaner, then closed the door to hide the mess. "Just a second!" What was this college?
He quickly eyed himself over. Black Shoes, Black Slacks, Simple single breast pocket style white dress shirt, Black tie. Black socks... A silver Seiko brand wrist watch with navy blue face.. Wallet... s**t! Where are my keys? To late, this was to awkward. To much time wasted. His mind didn't think of the pizza still hanging from his mouth as he spun to face the door and opened it to reveal his new partner.
What he ment to say was Hello.. what happened was the pizza slice made a dramatic entrance as it fell to the floor at the feet of the emaculatly dressed women. Seig tried to recover, but stumbled on words. "Um..Aaaa.." He reached down and with one hand grabbed the slice of pizza, and the other a small trash bin near the door and tossed the now ruined breakfast in, he kept eye contact with the newcomer. When he stood up again a puzzled look filled his face. Showing in his brow and lips.
"Do you have the right office miss?" It was a dumb question, from someone who felt very dumb at the moment. Seig was completely off taken by the woman's presence at his door. Surely... this is not someone who would want this job?
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 8:16 am
Alice, Alice, trying to find Wonderland. Alice was unphased by the chaos, her father had been much the same way, most men and women whose minds worked in unique and untraveled pathes found the common forms of organization, came unnaturally to them. "This is Mister McArthur's office is it not?" she asked her warm contra-alto as neat as her appearance. She pulled the file folder she carried around to the front and flipped the cover open to leaf through the copies she had made of the documents, with private information blacked out, that had directed her to come here, "My directions said this would be the right place," she said after moment's study of the documents.Trying to find a place where her Nightmare walk from her dreams into reality so that she can sleep in peace.
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