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Monument_To_All_Your_Sins
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 Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 2:27 pm
Plot: There really isn't one. If you want one, just PM me with it.
Setting: Realativly small town somewhere in the middle of Pennsylvania. It's late June and the weather is warm and comfortable. It isn't hard for one person to know his/her nehibors(sp?), but they don't always get along. There are different 'classes' that often butt heads. There are the 'rich'/preps; neutrals; nerds/geeks/ect; 'poors'; and the ones who don't give a damn.
Rules:
1) I'm new here so please cut me some slack.
2) No godmodding/powerplaying, I'm sure you know this.
3) Keep it around pg-14.
4) Follow guild rules.
5) Follow Gaia rules.
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Intro comming next post...
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 2:28 pm
A tall, young, muscular man around 6’ 7” stood in the shadows rolling a wooden toothpick between his teeth. He sighed and crossed his arms, obviously bored. A black leather du-rag rested on top of his short jet-black hair and his dark brown eyes hid behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Covering his hands were black leather gloves with the second knuckle and up cut out of the fingertips. His black shirt was sleeveless and had the bar and shield Harley-Davidson logo on the back. His jeans were black and loose and the cuff as the bottom sat over the tops of his black riding boots.
Diagonal on his right cheek was a scar that he had gotten from an accident that he didn’t like to talk about. The man sighed again and took out his toothpick, throwing it onto the ground. He stepped into the light, cracking his knuckles. He smirked, hearing the sound that made most people cringe. He never got himself into many fights, but it wasn’t hard at all to make him angry. Some people thought he was on steroids and called his anger outbursts ‘roid rages’. Of course, he wasn’t on steroids, but he never denied the claims that he was. He was often quiet and didn’t have too many friends, which was the way he liked it. He wasn’t the trusting kind.
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Monument_To_All_Your_Sins
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:25 pm
A woman at the height of 5'8 Sat on her bike, custom made by herself. She had her helmet on, black with nothin special on it. The bike was plain black too, not a scratch on it. She looked left and right as her long blonde hair sat up in her helmet. Her leather jacket had nothing on it either, she only wore black jeans over her legs and her combat boots had many straps, she had fought in the war previously and kept her boots. She was stronger than everyone percieved. People had opinions on her, but they didn't do anything to find out who she was, she was just, "The Biker Chick." So she was percieved to be someone who rode around, doing nothing, when really, she takes care of s**t heads that do drugs and steroids. She keeps a gun inside her jacket, left side. Otherwise, she remains nameless to all but herself. She has no records, no family, no friends. She's sometimes percieved as a ghost, although in reality, her apparition is her soul, free. the only way you could recognise her in a lineup of riders, is that she's the only one not willing to remove her helmet.
As for looks, besides her blonde hair, which is always in her helmet, her skin is an average caucasion color, and her size is thin, but strong. Very Strong. Her eyes are grey, faded, like her personality. She has not a single blemish on her body, although bruises, scrapes, and cuts surround her body, although her face is in perfect condition. No one sees her face though, not a soul gets to see her face and live.
She knows who takes drugs and such, and who doesn't. There are a few she's not sure of, but she always finds out. She today was looking for a man of which she could not obtain the name, he was just lke her in that case. She rode around, carefully, looking high and low for the slightly unfamiliar face. She recognised everyone in town, at least by face. She knew everyone, and everything.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 5:13 pm
The man walked across the green, fresh-cut grass towards a parking where his Harley sat. It was a flat black V-Rod, and what wasn't flat black was chrome. He kept good care of it, and only people with a death-wish dared to touch it. He noticed a woman riding slowly around and rolled his eyes. "You're misusing you bike," he muttered to himself. "You might as well be riding a pedal bike, jeez."
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 5:59 pm
She looked at his face and looked down at the photo, yup, this was the guy. She stopped and got off her bike. She walked over to him, keeping her helmet on, "I need to speak with you, just two questions is all, for now." She said, in a hushed tone, although a low voice could be heard as she had a more guy typed voice. She walked over and leaned on a wall, folding her arms, not showing her handgun under her jacket. "What's yer name, boy?" She asked, her first piece of information.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:02 pm
The man looked at her, giving a scowl. "Who wants to know?" he snapped. "I'm not telling you s**t, I don't care who you are. So why don't you go back home and study up some more on 007 movies before you try and get anything out of me?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 6:05 pm
Under her helmet she made a half grin, and scoffed slyly, "Is that how it is, big man?" She commented, "Well. How about a trade, I give you the answers to the questions I ask, after you give me yours. It'll be just like, oh, an information trade. And I don't go back on my promises." She said, standing up and taking a couple steps in his direction.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 1:05 pm
"There is only one problem with that Princess," the man growled standing up to his fullest height. "I don't care about you. If I choose a number from 1-10 based on how much I care about you, it would be in the negative numbers. If you want to know something about me, look in the police records. I've committed enough traffic violations, I'm sure they have something on me."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:30 pm
When he called her princess, her fist tightened, but she let it loose again, calming herself.
"Well how about this..." She said in a soothing tone, walking around him, dragging her hand under his chin gently, "After I go, you'll wonder who I am... You'll wonder where I came from, and why I asked that first question, you'll wonder what the other imformation I wanted was."
She stopped, after walking a few feet in front of him, and turned and faced him, "And worst of all mind tortures, what I look like." She said, knowing that each question would rot in his head until he came and found her. This worked every time.
She hopped on her bike, her helmet still on, of course, it had remained on the whole time. She looked back once more, for his reply.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:37 pm
"Fine, if it'll make you leave me alone. Since it is obvious that you just have to know my name, I'm Duke," he growled, his muscles tightening, wanting to push her out of his way. "Or, at least that is what it says on my birth certificate." He paused slightly, seriously thinking about giving her a shove before he continued. "And like I said before. I don't care about you."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:45 pm
She faced forward, grinning under the helmet, "Alright, Duke, This question seems as if it's irrelevant to anything, but with me, it's information I could use." She said, relaxed, facing him, "You don't take any form of drugs, or steroids. Correct?" She asked, gently, still on her bike.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:48 pm
"No, I don't," Duke said crossing his arms. "But let those other freaks believe what they want to. They leave me alone then. Now, will you please get out of my way before I seriously start getting pissed? I have yet to hurt a girl, but there is a first for everything.."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 3:55 pm
She scoffed with a half grin, although it was a pleased scoff. "Thanks." She said before adding her final comment, "By the way, if you ever change your mind, I'm everywhere." She said.
This puzzle was a hint, that if he did eventually care about her, in a way that which he wanted information, he could do something, but she wouldn't tell him how. He'd have to figure it out.
She rode off, now rapidly.
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