The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP
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		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: SxyCowgirl on July 08, 2010, 01:45:30 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2010, 01:45:30 pm</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">If you were a part of this RP at any time and would like to be again, please go to the The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP (Recruitment/OOC) - REDONE! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104940.0) thread.<br><br>Thank you.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2010, 03:07:05 pm</strong>
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				<em>"John Sommers is on the scene. John, what is going on there?"<br><br>"Thank you Viccy. Right now it is utter chaos as people are fleeing the scene here at Central Park. Ahead of us, a single police officer is daring to enter the park in search of the cause of all of this commotion."</em><br><br>_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>From in the trees, Rosa could hear the reporter both from the large screen and from somewhere behind her just outside of the park. She heard that apparently a police officer was also on their way into the park. <em>Time to brush up on my acting skills.</em> She thought to herself, sighing. It was time to come up with a story for why she was in Central Park, right near where the thing that everyone was afraid of had touched down and why she was naked. that was one of the major drawbacks of her transformations. They usually tore right through her clothes, leaving her completely exposed when she returned to her human form.<br><br>Hearing them getting closer, Rosa sat beneath a tree and began to cry, forcing the tears to pour from her eyes. She had her story, and now she was ready.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 08, 2010, 04:49:43 pm</strong>
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				Valentine Marlar crumpled his empty cheeseburger wrapper and tossed it in the general direction of an overfilled wastebasket as he walked down the street. Not far ahead he could see a crowd growing near one of the entrances to the Park. 'I don't remember any notices for events tonight...' he thought as he ambled closer. It looked like a police blockade was in place, holding back the throng. He moved up to the crowd and stood close to some of the milling looky-loos near the back. His fingers itched with so many backs turned to him, but he held himself in check until he could get a handle on what was going down.<br><br>"Hey man, what's goin' on?" Val asked an older, well-off looking gentleman who stood craning his neck beside him. "Someone get murdered or something?"<br><br>"Ah, who knows? There was some kind of talk about a creature landing in the Park nearby, people are saying it's a dragon! Can you believe that? Even in this city, people will believe anything..." The old man shook his head, his features a mixture of amusement and disgust as he rose up on his tiptoes for a better view. Valentine noticed the sizable bulge in the old man's back pocket and concealed a grin. He checked around surreptitiously for any do-gooder observers and eased his hand toward the old fellow's back. With practiced ease, his fingers deftly slipped the wallet out of its hiding place and quickly folded it into his own jacket. "Yeah, right. There's a sucker born every minute, huh?" Val said with an amiable smile, and then turned and walked away.<br><br>As his distance grew from the crowd, so did his desire to check out his score. But that was a sucker's move, and a lesson he'd learned well. His fingers were positively burning with the completion of a successful lift, and part of him was simply dying to return to the crowd and skim a few more pieces. But that too was an amateur mistake; too many lifts in one spot would get him ID'ed in a heartbeat. He soothed himself with the sure knowledge of future opportunities and walked on.<br><br>For a few moments he debated on going back to the scene for an entirely different reason: whatever was going on back there was definitely going to be news. Val would probably catch hell from his editors for not working the 'journalist-on-scene' angle. But, he considered, his job wasn't to cover news. The papers he wrote for hired him for soft articles and reviews only, a few editorials once in a while for variety. Even if he wrote a front-page piece for those buzzards, they'd never give him a by-line.<br><br>'Fuck 'em. They've got real reporters; let 'em throw those guys at it. 'Sides, I've already got paid for tonight.'<br><br>As the area began to fill with police presence, he sped up his pace and rounded the corner, out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2010, 12:10:04 pm</strong>
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				With tearful eyes, Rosa looks up at the officer and is surprised. He had a very interesting face and seemed very much like a rodent of some sort with slighly sunken eyes and a thin frame.<br><br>"I--I'm alright. M--my boyfriend. That thing landed and he--he ran away and left me." She hid her face in her hands and continued to pretend to cry.<br><br><br><em>"Viccy. It now seems as though there was a young woman who was close enough to whatever it was to tell us exactly what she saw. Ma'am. Would you please tell us what you saw?"</em> The reporter said, walking over to the officer and the girl.<br><br>She looked up out of her hands at the reporter and shot them a look of loathing. She could see that the look made him uneasy. This amused her in the least.<br><br>"I--I was here w--with my boyfriend and...something landed right over there" she said, pointing to where she had landed. "and m--my boyfriend saw it a--and ran away and took the car..." She put her head back in her hands and turned away from the camera.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2010, 01:52:12 pm</strong>
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				The comic book shop was bubbling casually with its usual one or two customers. It was a small place, with Marvel characters in life size stickers on the walls, and DC characters on the opposing wall. There were several six foot tall shelves, the comics all in perfect condition. Some even had the plastic still on them. The selection was vast, but homey and comfortable. The carpet was carmine red, the walls a deep shade of plum. The counter was a shade of aubergine, and hard with a smooth countertop and glass shelves beneath it, casing some classic favorites inside, as well as some comic cards and whatnot. On the counter was the cash register, a cup that had ''Financial Aid?" written on it, and another cup that had Gunslinger bookmarks in it, readhing "25 cents" on its front. And behind the register was Sienna Rouge. <br><br>She stood in a eggplant-colored long-sleeve top. The sleeves fell over almost to her knuckles and the shirt itself hugged her curves, a deep would-be-revealing 'V' cut neck that showed a black tank top beneath. Her pants were a smooth denim worn at the knees and front upper thighs, a shade of rich prussian blue. And her shoes were baby blue Mary Jane heels, closed toe and with a strap over the front along her ankle. The young woman stood with a look of total boredom on her face. Her lips were pursed in curiosity as to what the real world was like, her tongue brushing over her lip ring back and forth and back and forth. Her eyes were cased in smoky combinations of arsenic gray, taupe, and ash gray. Her lashes long, her eyes a smooth shade of rich earthy green that bore flecks of topaz that made them something one could easily get lost in. Her hair was tied back into a low ponytail that let her black smooth locks trickle down her back, availing the simple baby blue sapphire studs in her ears. <br><br>One stepped into the shop and was exclaiming something about a dragon in Central Park. Sienna but laughed quietly to herself, tapping her painted dark grey nails against the counter. From inside of the employee lounge, came a tall limber black man. He wore a Green Lantern shirt and black jeans, leaning over Sienna by almost a half foot. He had thick dread locks pulled back and a wide smile, making him look like a geeked out Bob Marley. <br><br>"Go on and take break brownie." He said, his thick Jamaican accent pouring over his words as he put a skinny but large hand on her back and gave her a push. She scoffed at his calling her brownie. Azibo found it funny that she was named after brown make-up. But he couldn't offend her too much, Azibo was perhaps her greatest, and maybe even only, friend since she'd moved here.<br><br>Sienna shrugged at his suggestion and sighed, moving and picking up a dark red back-back and sliding it over her shoulder, her notebooks and whatnot inside of it. One notebook for her change schedule, one for her diary and notes, one for her dietary schedule. She moved out of the door and began to walk down the road, the cool night air brushing over her bare neck and soothing her tense day. As she walked, she felt something bizarre, a ambulance parking up ahead of her. As she came closer and closer, she looked to see a woman in the park, surrounded by heavy footprints and indentions in the earth. Her head tilted to the side and she watched from a distance, curious as to what was going on. Slowly, but surely, she began to approach though. There was something in her head when she saw this woman, something that told her she was like her. She wondered if she could reach her, talk to her even. Maybe even make up an excuse to get her away from the reporters and whatnot. She was what... her roommate, her sister? She'd come to pick her up when she'd heard about the incident? <br><br>But did the woman even want help?<br><br>Sienna bit her lip and traced her tongue over her lip ring, bright green eyes studying the woman as she continued to slowly approach. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2010, 02:11:13 pm</strong>
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				Rosa's hair on the back of her neck stood up, feeling someone else's eyes on her. With a minor shiver, she looked up her steel blue eyes catching the beautiful green ones that were upon her. It was a girl, not too unlike herself with long dark hair. If it weren't for her own almost abnormally dark skin, they could have been sisters. She was sure that the girl would be stopped in her approach by the police barricade that had somehow been put up within a matter of minutes. She had to meet this woman. There was something familiar about her and she wanted to know what it was and why.<br><br>Quickly thinking up a plan in her head, she turned and rushed for her. She got to the barricade and the police wouldn't let her through as she had expected. "P--please" She pleaded, her eyes wide and still tearful. "That's my sister." She said, pointing to the girl. The officer looked at the other woman and nodded, allowing the other woman to pass the barricade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2010, 04:31:28 pm</strong>
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				Sienna approached when they let her through, and she knew that there was definitely something to this woman. She came up and said absolutely nothing to anyone as she reached the woman. She dropped her bag and parted it open. Beneath her notebooks she had one outfit for the gym which she had not made time for today because of her late shift. She pulled out the pair of shorts, smelling like the lilac detergent she used. Then she peeled off her deep violet shirt and held it out to her. <br><br>"Hey." She said, eyes glancing over at the officer. She returned her gaze and smiled at the woman. "Here you go, I'm sorry that everything went down like this. Let's go home." Sienna's eyes looked up at the officer. "Tell me, are you hurt?" She said. Though her eyes were on him, she was speaking to the other woman. Her gaze switched back, and she held out the long-sleeve top and black jogging shorts for Rosa to take.<br><br>"If you're hurt, we can go to the hospital, but it's all up to you."<br><br><em>If not, we'll be heading somewhere, anywhere, to figure out what's going on.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>July 09, 2010, 07:01:12 pm</strong>
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				The night air felt cool against Arturas's skin. He was walking back from a gig he just played at the Common Grounds Coffee house, his acoustic guitar was strapped to his back. He never really made much money doing music but he never really minded. He loved music and it made enough for him to pay his rent and survive so it was good enough for him. Arturas was only about 10 minutes from his apartment. His place over looked Central Park, he had to be somewhere close to some sort of wild life, and Central Park was as 'wild life' as New York had to offer. It was sufficient enough, he made trips out to state and national forests as often as he could. <br><br>While in the middle of his thoughts a crowd of people shoved past him, both coming and going from the direction of his apartment. Arturas asked a woman heading towards the park what all the commotion was. She was too frantic for him to understand her clearly. All he got was bits and pieces, something about a giant creature in the park and police and a live camera crew. His interest was peeked. He'd have to deal with the noise regardless since he lived so close, he might as well see what it was all about. <br><br>When Arturas got to the scene there were giant crowds all around the perimeter of the park, blocked off by police. Arturas pushed his way through the crowd, his guitar sending off toned musical notes when he'd brush up against someone. <em>I'm gunna have to re-tune it when I get home...</em> When he got to the front of it all police told him he could not pass and was restricted access to the park. He looked off in the distance, past the cops, there was a smaller group of people off to the side of an ambulance. There were two girls there, one almost naked. He couldn't make out too much more than that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 10, 2010, 05:02:31 pm</strong>
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				Val was almost three blocks away before he surrendered to the urge to check out his score. He ducked into a nearby alley and leaned against a mostly clean wall, and pulled out the wallet. It was nice, smooth and clean, and it certainly felt expensive. 'Hello, rent money!' he thought as he lightly stroked the leather. His fingers picked through the inner pockets and found...nothing. No cash, no credit cards, nothing but a driver's license and a few pictures of the old guy with (Valentine presumed) his grandkids. He slammed his fist into the bricks in frustration, and shoved himself off the wall. Honestly, who the hell didn't carry at least a few bucks in New York?! It was just downright inconsiderate!<br><br>Val gave himself a few moments to cool down, and shoved the wallet back in his jacket. A few moments more saw his decision to return to the park; the urge for the night not to be completely wasted was simply too strong to ignore. Perhaps he could make another lift if the crowd was still healthy, or maybe he could get something on the disturbance for tomorrow's print. Either way, Val refused to return home empty-handed tonight.<br><br>He left the alley and broke into a light jog as he made his way back to the park. The crowd was indeed starting to disperse, but the police presence was still going strong. 'Lifting's out. Investigation it is, then.' He circled around the area, avoiding the outer ring of cops that had almost certainly noticed him leaving earlier; it wouldn't do for them to start getting curious about a guy coming and going from a crime scene. He eased through the blockades and dug his press pass out of his back pocket, pinning it on his jacket as he moved.<br><br>He probably should have left the pass in his pocket; it only served to draw attention to him faster. Mere seconds after he'd pinned it in place, a cop stopped him and started hassling him.<br><br>"Hey, pal, where do you think you're goin'? This's a crime scene, you can't just go trompin' around in there!" Val smiled a little to himself and fell into full reporter mode. He whipped out a small notepad and withdrew an uncapped pen from its bent spiral. "Really, officer? A crime scene? So, would you care to comment on what, exactly, happened here? There have been a lot of reports about a quote-unquote 'large, ferocious creature'; some are even calling it a dragon, I understand. Surely the NYPD isn't going to allow rumors like that to circulate unabated? Would you like to set the record straight?" The cop blanched at the onslaught of questions and shoved Val out of the way; like most cops, the poor fellow was obviously deathly allergic to journalists. "Ah, no comment!" The cop shouted as he turned away and stormed off. Valentine couldn't resist teasing him a little, and called out as he walked away. "Thanks a lot, officer, your assistance is greatly appreciated!"<br><br>Val tapped the pen against the pad and took a quick look around. He was virtually surrounded by cops and emergency responders, but none were paying him the slightest bit of attention. He inhaled, slow and deep, and willed himself to morph. Not much, barely even enough to notice.<br><br>But enough to give him some insight on the night's events.<br><br>His eyes released a soft, golden glow, and he bowed his head to prevent anyone catching sight of the light. His senses sharpened, and instantly he could hear the details of every ongoing conversation for almost two blocks. He licked his lips and tasted the city, heat and flesh and steel and gasoline, asphault and chewing gum and birdshit and fresh-cut grass and rubber. The world's presence telescoped above and around him, and filled him with information. His nose detected definite reptilian odors emanating from the park...and somewhere else.<br><br>He traced the thread of the scent from the park, just inside a small grove of elm, to a thicket of bushes nearby where it...changed, somehow. It became less swampy, less earthy, and a new smell intermingled with it. The new smell was almost...human. He turned in circles, careful not to bump into any of the passing officers, and followed the mixed scent. His nose led him to a nearby ambulance. No...it led him to one of the women outside the ambulance, talking to another cop.<br><br>Valentine shuffled out of the crowd and walked over, suppressing his abilities once again. The world returned to normal (well, as normal as it ever got), and he stopped a few feet away from the women, pretending to take notice of something else. He felt pretty confident he wouldn't be able to get near either of them while the cop was around, but he could wait. Patience was a virtue, and almost the only one he possessed.<br><br>As he loitered just outside everyone's sphere of attention, he couldn't help noticing that both women were striking. Hell, they were two of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. It took nearly all of his discipline not to turn and stare at them openly, but he managed--barely--to uphold his 'casual observer' facade. He slipped further around the ambulance, out of sight as the cop began wrapping things up.<br><br>"...come downtown to the station." The cop turned and called to the others working the perimeter, "You can let them through once she's dressed!"<br><br>Valentine felt his inner newshound squeal with delight. '"once she's dressed"? What was she doing naked in Central Park to start with? Oh, this might net me a by-line after all!'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2010, 11:23:02 am</strong>
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				His key's jingled in his pocket as he made his way to the third floor. He fumbled with his keys to get the correct one. As he pushed the door to his apartment open he put the guitar down on the stand and flipped the lights on. He had a very modest home with nothing but the bare essentials. The only real luxury he had (aside from a few musical instruments) was a small tv that sat at the head of the room. The room had an old, poorly upholstered, couch and a few chairs. His living room had a small kitchen attached to the corner. A few cupboards, a sink, stove, and an empty counter top. A very simple lifestyle. Arturas grabbed a chair and shuffled to the window that over looked the park. He didn't know what it was, but there was something very compelling about that nights events. <br><br>He flipped on the tv, not really looking at it, keeping his place by the window. He never really watched tv too much, he just liked it for a background noise. Arturas was lost in thought. This whole 'enormous creature' thing was stirring, but for some reason his mind always went back to those girls. There was the obvious, like of course both of them were quite beautiful and one girl was almost naked....but that wasn't it. The thought kept nagging at the back of his thoughts.<br><br>In the background he heard the tv.<br>A reporter had found someone who supposedly witnessed the landing.<br>"...said that you've seen the beast?"<br>The man was very lanky, with a scruffy beard. " YES! The damn thing had 8 legs! Its tail had spikes all over it as big as my arm!! It swung at me a few times too!!! I don't know what the hell the thing wa" *CLICK*<br><br><em>Gah..Can't listen to this crap.</em> He knew that this...obsession...would bother him for some time. He had to know why he couldn't stop seeing those girls in his head. "Awwwww...damnit." Arturas said while tying his boots tighter. He turned the lights off and locked up again, as he set out to look around the park. Maybe something there would put his mind at ease...or worsen it..either way he had to figure out why.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2010, 12:44:16 pm</strong>
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				Rosa smiled at the girl and gently took the clothes from her hand. They weren't the dresses she was used to wearing, but when one was naked with nothing, one could not be picky.<br><br>"Thank you." She said. Quickly she put on the shorts underneath the police man's jacket and then slipped on the shirt, removing the jacket only as she pulled it down over herself. Having been in similar situations in the past, she had adapted and learned tricks like this to minimize visibility. As she finished, a light breeze picked up and a new scent floated on the wind. She turned to see a young man looking around the park, seemingly aimlessly to anyone else who saw. She watched him out of the corner of her eye and saw him look at her and the other girl, the same curious glint in his eye as the officer had had.<br><br>He must have been another. These people truly were attracted to her somehow, their blood somehow knowing what she was; a Source Accursed Blood. She smiled and handed the jacket back to the police officer.<br><br>"Thank you for your kindness. I am alright, though I think we would both appreciate it if you would escort us home." She said, glancing back at the other girl with a smile and a look that asked her to play along. After a moment, she turned to the man who had been observing the situation, with a pen and paper in his hands. "And I assume you are a reporter correct?" She said, a new coolness in her tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 11, 2010, 04:49:05 pm</strong>
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				Val froze in his tracks as she turned her attention on him. "And I assume you are a reporter, correct?" She asked, shards of ice forming in her silky voice. For a moment he pretended to look around, as though she were talking to someone behind him, but he could tell she wasn't buying. He cracked a smile and stepped forward, scratching behind his ear with the pen before leaning up against the ambulance and spreading his hands lazily. He wondered if the cop had caught the look that passed between the women, but decided it didn't really matter.<br><br>"Heh, guilty. So, uh, would you care to make a statement concerning your involvement in tonight's disturbance, or-" "Hey, buddy, the lady's had a bad night. She doesn't need some vulture hassling her about it, got it? So back off." The cop broke in, eyeing him sternly. Val looked the cop over and decided the guy was probably serious. He shrugged and backed off a couple steps, and looked back to the women. Damn, they were hot! 'Focus, dammit. If you want to ogle chicks, there are bars for that all over town. Now close this down and get out of here!'<br><br>Valentine reached into his jacket, slowly in case the cop decided to get a little more protective, and withdrew a pair of small, smooth white cards. He flicked them between his first and middle fingers, and handed one to each of the ladies with a flourish. "Just in case either of you decide you'd like to talk...or ah, heh, anything else for that matter...just give me a call. Anytime." He nodded to the women and, largely ignoring the cop, turned and walked away.<br><br>As he left, he glanced back over his shoulder to catch both of them studying his card. There wasn't much to see: smooth matte finish, double-sided. On the front, only his name, 'Valentine Marlar', embossed in a neoclassic script. On the flip, only his number, 555-2287. He smiled and kept walking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2010, 08:59:21 pm</strong>
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				The crowd was scarce now. The only people there were a few reporters getting there late and the people they were interviewing. Most of the cops had already left. Arturas now slipped into the park with ease. There was no body there, as he expected. He was just going to assume not many people would come back to that section of central park for sometime. He let his powers slide a bit, heightening his senses, but nothing too major, his body size also increased a little making him look more..bulky, and his nails grew thicker, longer, and sharper. When his senses heightened, Arturas could smell a hundred different lingering scents drifting in the air. He walked out and pieced out the smells that were of no use. Reporters, eye witness, trash bins, candy wrappers, dogs. He could smell it now. Something odd. Something....foreign. He followed the scent till he stood before a giant lumbering foot print..the landing he presumed. Arturas was led by the tracks and the smell, till the tracks got small and disappeared. The smell definitely was still there just...different. It was altered so it seemed. Which was odd.<br><br>The aroma he had been following led to those girls. The previously naked one had been fully clothed now. The two of them were talking to a reporter, the cop seemed to refuse to leave them at the moment...<em>How peculiar.</em> Arturas stood in the shadows behind a tree, out of sight from anyone...well he hoped at least.&nbsp; He couldn't hear what they were talking about but he sure wasn't going to leave now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>July 12, 2010, 09:08:46 pm</strong>
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				Sienna came to a stand from her slightly bent form, and she shrugged her shoulders, assuring her back-pack was both zipped up and back on her back once more. Her eyes traveled over the officer as he offered to escort them home. Her own hand reached out, touching gingerly to the woman's back as she looked up. There were several people here. People who ... seemed... like them. The young woman turned and spotted all of them. Some with journals, some with eyes set on them. Others that were just wandering about, coming and going. She blinked, unable to really be able to define them all from everyone else as the feelings were vague and she'd never experienced them before. She could only truly hope she'd finally found others like herself.<br><br>Turning away, she took a few steps from the scene, hoping the woman and the officer would tag along, and whoever else was going to join this crowd of crazy tonight.<br><br>"By the way officer, my name is Sienna." She said, her lime colored eyes slipping back to find Rosa's to acknowledge it all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 13, 2010, 11:46:43 am</strong>
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				Stopping, Rosa turned back and looked back to the reporter. "He should come too. He won't report on any of this if I ask him nicely I'm sure." She said. She wanted to be sure she knew where each of them lived in this city. Word was beginning to spread around the world about their kind and they were to all be hunted down and killed on sight. She had taken it upon herself to ensure that as many of her kind would survive as possible.<br><br>"The other man should join us as well." She said, stepping back through the barricade towards the journalist and the other man who had shown up seemingly out of nowhere. If there was anything she was good at, it was reading auras and energies, and the ones being emitted from all of the people who had approached her, were substantially larger in size and stronger than most.<br><br>Walking past the reporter, she glanced at him, a smirk on her lips and a 'follow me' look in her eyes, and walked over to the newest person and stood directly in front of him.<br><br>"You should come with us too." She said to him, taking one of his hands in hers.<br><br>((By the way guys, it seems that everyone here is doing some sort of God Mod, which is against the rules if I'm not mistaken. Honestly, I don't mind it as long as you ASK the person who's character you're wanting to control BEFORE you start controlling them. Thanks.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>July 13, 2010, 04:57:36 pm</strong>
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				Arturas was still in the shadows when they were about to move along. He had full intentions of following. As soon as they were about to leave the previously naked woman turned around and walked in his directions as if she knew he was there the whole time.<br><br>"You should come with us too." She said to him, taking one of his hands in hers. Her eye's pierced his and everything about them told him to come with her. She seemed to pull him in, curiosity overflowed and he let her take him where ever she was going. He didn't say anything just let her grip pull him along. He didn't care where they were going, just to understand why he had some sort of pull to her and the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 13, 2010, 05:14:21 pm</strong>
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				She led him back over to the journalist and she smiled up at him. "I think it would be best if we all leave here together." She said. She continued along back to the barricade. She knew they would follow her, and that was what she was counting on.<br><br>If she wanted to unite all the creatures here that she could, she had to do it quickly before word of their existence here. She had been lucky to find the ones she had so far. Now she needed a safe place for them to meet to move to the strong hold where she had lived for years. It was the safest place. Very few knew of it's existence and it was better than any man-made bomb shelter. But she would have to convince them to leave the place they had lived in for most of their lives, or so she assumed. The biggest challenge for her was not finding them, it wasn't keeping them under the radar, no. It was convincing them to leave the places they called home to go with her to a cave. It as a spacious cave, plenty of small rooms that she had furnished. Windows, kitchen, plenty of food, and hopefully soon to be full of good company. Despite all that, it was still a cave and would take some getting used to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 13, 2010, 07:00:37 pm</strong>
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				Val stood rooted to his spot as the beauty in the gym shorts walked past him. "I think it would be best if we all leave here together," she said before walking back to the others at the barricade. He lifted a finger at her and was about to protest, but all that came out was a spluttering stammer. "Hey...you...but,...where...there's...wha?" he finished lamely as she sauntered away. <br><br>'Oh, very smooth, Valentine. A genuine Casanova, you are. And what do you do for a living? Something with words, right? Maybe you should put your tongue back in your mouth before you trip on it some more, huh?' He took a slow, deep breath and shook his head, rolling his eyes the way he always did when he realized he was a moron, and followed after her.<br><br>As he reached the small group that had formed around her, he noticed that each of them was definitely different than the average New Yorker. He searched for a way to explain it, but failed miserably; there <em>was </em>no way to explain it. They just felt...off. Or rather, they felt more <strong>on </strong>than anyone else he'd ever met. It was the only way he could describe it. Val glanced around the little band, and noted that the cop was still there, having been joined by a young-ish man with spiky hair and heavy boots. He met their eyes and was startled by the sudden sense of familiarity, of connection. For half a heartbeat he thought of the notepad in his pocket, but something told him this was more than news. This had the makings of something....personal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2010, 03:38:29 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Despite all of her excitement to see the Big Apple for the first time in over a century, Vye could do little more than maintain her breathing as she traveled down Broadway to her hotel. The extended limousine was exquisitely furnished and the spacious seating appeared to comfortably house a dozen people on its black leather benches. However, Vye felt like she was stuck inside of a mobile shoebox. She felt so constrained that she would hardly move. Trapped inside of her ephemeral prison, Vye watched the city lights glimmer in the evening sky with the hope that she would be outside beneath its starry radiance momentarily.<br><br>Vye had almost forgotten about her irrational fear of small spaces when she had decided to travel to New York City from Picardy, France. Rumors had reached France of the eradication of those monsters who could shift forms between animal and human. The thought made Vye sick with anger. The vary ability that enabled her family to heal the sick for hundreds of millennia, the government now wanted to exterminate from the planet as an annoyance and blight to humanity. She wouldn’t stand for it. Other rumors had also filtered in through most of Europe that the largest group of Accursed were taking residency in New York City. Vye had taken an eight hour flight on a prayer that she could be able to find others like herself and fight against the government.<br><br>However, all of Vye’s drive and ambition currently rested in her shoes with her stomach. She clutched her forehead with her fingertips, trying to keep herself secure as the vehicle traveled along the multi-laned streets. She had wanted to be near the center of the city, and she couldn’t think of a better place than on Broadway at the On the Avenue Hotel. She would only a block from Central Park, the Metropolitan Museum, and much more, but she was starting to regret that decision as the long drive from the airport was wearing on her soul. She knew she didn’t have much longer to go as they neared the Park, but that notion didn‘t help settle her frazzled nerves.<br><br>Suddenly, a very familiar yet foreign smell brought Vye from her pseudo-anxiety attack. She wasn’t good at sensing people, especially in new places, but it was one smell that she could never forget. It was as old as time and seemed to carry her back home. There was another dragon somewhere nearby. Vye’s initial ambition flooded her being as she desperately tried to focus on the scent of her distant cousin. For once, Vye was happy that the traffic was slow as she attempted to pinpoint the smell her kindred. She needed to find them, whoever they were, to join the fight against ignorance and save other blooded from certain destruction.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2010, 06:17:40 pm</strong>
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				Rosa smiled and looked from one of the people to the next. "We need to find a place where we may speak freely. No fear of being heard." Though she was confident and glad to have already found others, she did not know New York City well enough to know where they could talk without being overheard by someone.<br><br>She began walking out towards the street and was met with a scent of sea water, wisdom, and old wood. A scent she hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing for many, many years. She recognized it of a family she had visited for a short time. A family where the Source Accursed Bloods came from the sea. A family of healers by the name of Laurent. Though not quite the same make-up nor strength of the Laurent she had met, it was unmistakable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pandamonium</strong> on <strong>July 14, 2010, 08:29:32 pm</strong>
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				"I have a place near by, it's kind of small but it might do. The tenants in the other apartments beside me are gone so no one can over hear." Arturas suggested when he finally found his voice again. He glanced over the others and stared deeply at them trying to size them up, and just like Rosa, ever one else was a bit different than anyone he's met.<br><br>He was too dazed by her presence that he didn't even realize he was still slightly morphed. Arturas pushed his abilities back enough to get rid of his claws, hoping that the night would conceal them and no one noticed. His sense of smell was still active just dulled a bit more, and his size was still a bit more bulky, he dared not to change something that noticeable in front of them though. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2010, 03:39:57 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">After ten minutes of concentration in the idling limo, Vye was finally able to locate the exact area of the scent. Vye’s heart seemed to leap into her throat. She was only three blocks away from another dragon. She had never seen any other dragons besides those in her family. Her mother and grandmother had told her stories about other beasts that were gifted with similar abilities, like dragons, bulls, and selkies. Despite the stories, Vye knew that there was very few individuals that possessed the ability to shift at all. She wanted to learn all she could about those who could shift forms, and quickly, to assess their strengths in the coming days.<br><br>Vye felt as though her prayers had been answered. She emphatically pushed the call button for her driver. She was bubbling with excitement as she spoke, “Monsieur Driver, if you would be so kind as to turn the auto around, s'il vous plait? I believe I saw my friend on the last bend.” She smiled brightly to herself, anxiously waiting the reply of her driver. She knew that her request was not as simple as it sounded. For one, the car wasn’t moving, and for two, turning around required lapping around a few blocks, but she simply could not have “NO” as an answer. <br><br>The driver made a grumbling noise, as if trying to fumble words to attempt to explain why that wouldn’t be possible. “No, no. Monsieur Driver, you must turn the limo around this <em>instant</em>, at the next light,” she calmly interrupted with her French accent lightly coloring each word with a foreign flavor, “I’m sure you’re a fully competent American and capable of doing your duty of providing my passage. I wish to turn around, now. Do <em>not</em> make me repeat myself, Monsieur.” There was another grumble at the other end of the intercom before the static abruptly gave way to silence. She waited a moment longer almost glaring at the button. Vye would have his job if he ignored her. A moment later, Vye heard the familiar clicking of the blinkers. The driver was trying to make a turn. She settled back into her seat happily with the first true relief she felt since leaving France. Everything was going to be okay, she could feel it, she hoped.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>July 15, 2010, 10:33:12 am</strong>
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				Sienna was quiet, the only sound heard from her as she moved was the clicking of her periwinkle Mary Janes on the street and sidewalk. She had her arms folded across her chest, her lime colored hues drifting up to the sky as she listened to the light lull of conversation. She seemed to slowly tread back, now only two feet behind them, but it was a good distance to her. She took in long, steady breaths, completely quiet beyond her own betraying shoes. She licked her lip, tongue tracing over the cool steel of the lip ring, as she raised her eyes. Her hues scanned over the others and she simply followed along.<br><br><em>I wonder if they are like me. Can they shift? Man, life is like a comic book afterall.</em><br><br>"I'm fine with that plan." Sienna finally spoke up, her voice very relaxed and soothing as she looked over everyone, unsure of how her little input would be taken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>July 22, 2010, 11:27:39 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">It took the better part of ten minutes to get into the turning lane to begin the tedious movements of turning around in the middle of New York traffic. Vye quietly snickered to herself as she heard the driver making obscene shouts at the other drivers as they crossed multiple lanes of traffic. She didn’t enjoy such fowl language, but she wasn’t one to complain at the moment as the driver was taking on her difficult request. After taking several left turns and down a few blocks, the limousine had successfully turned around. A grumble came through the speakers, “Just let me know when you see them, Miss Laurent…” Vye smiled to herself. She seemed to have unknowingly ruined the driver’s day. She chuckled.<br><br>With a smile still lingering on her pink lips, Vye closed her eyes and tried to concentrate once more. The other dragon’s scent wasn’t hard to find again. Vye subconsciously passed the hundreds of human smells, weaving in and out of them, as she finally came across the familiar scent of her own kin. The car was within a block of the other dragon among a group of people. She’d have to push her way through the crowd to find her, but Vye had expected that. So many people still littered the streets, despite the hour and New York’s infamous crime rate. <br><br>As the limo neared, Vye spoke into the microphone, “You may pull over now. They are just up the street a little.” Vye heard the blinker once again pop on. She quickly cleared off the seat next her, placing her purse on the floor, and threw on her light blue chiffon scarf. Despite her scarf, the rest of her attire was actually appropriate for the cool evening. She buttoned the last button of her coat as limo lurched to a stop.&nbsp; Vye attempted to compose herself with assurance that she <em>could</em> do this, and to get out of the car.<br><br>Once the door was open, Vye walked down the block to where she had pinpointed the scent and discovered that the dragon was with the group of people she had smelled earlier. Vye hesitated, not wanting to interrupt. She sighed and reminded herself that she did not fly half way around the globe to stand around waiting for something to happen. She ushered her courage again and stepped towards the crowd of people, her boots noisily sounding against the cold concrete with a sharp clack. “Hello. I’m Genevieve Laurent of Picardy, and I’m looking for…” the words flew out of Vye mouth with such zeal to only end as dry as fish in the desert as she realized that she didn’t know exactly who she was looking for, let alone their name. She stood there, mouth agape, stunned by her utter lack of common sense.&nbsp; </span> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 25, 2010, 02:52:01 am</strong>
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				Val fell into step a few feet behind the rest of the band, not far from the long-sleeved girl with the MJs. As they moved, he took another chance to look the others over, playing a game that had always amused him and kept his mind clear while he was working. His eyes traveled from face to face, deciding which ones looked like what animals, or what celebrities. No famous look-alikes in this group, but he was picking up definite creature similarities. The spiky-headed fellow with the heavy boots reminded him of a canine. A wolf, maybe, or some kind of hunting dog? And the cop. He didn't risk too long a glance at him, but the fellow definitely seemed rodent-like. Mary Janes beside him was harder to place. She had an air of willowy grace, and the way that tongue darted out put Val in the mind of some kind of reptile. It seemed almost offensive to compare such a lovely woman with any sort of slimy lizard, but he had to call them as he saw them. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to walk up to her and call her a snake or something to her face, now was it?<br><br>The woman from the park was a different story, though. Even though he'd looked her straight in the face at least twice, he still couldn't recall any of her features except those beautiful, haunting eyes. It was against the rules of his private game to compare people to mythical creatures, but after racking his brain he'd failed utterly to envision any documented species she might have resembled. He soon gave up and returned his attentions to more pressing matters of thought. What did she want to talk about? Why was privacy so important? And who did she think was planning to overhear? Spiky-head offered up his apartment as a gathering place, and Mary Janes voiced a rather timid assent. Valentine merely offered a quiet shrug indicating his complacency, and turned just in time to see a long stretch limo stop a ways down the block. A young girl stepped out and approached them, seemingly hesitant to interrupt, then appeared to gather her resolve and march toward them. As she introduced herself and suddenly drew up short, obviously at a loss for words, Val smiled quietly to himself.<br><br>'Damn if this night doesn't get more interesting by the minute...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 28, 2010, 12:34:49 pm</strong>
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				"Rosa." She said, stepping foreward, recognizing the scent of the sea immediately. She held out her hand for the girl to shake. "I have been expecting you. I truely thought you would be the first to arrive. I must admit, you are rather different from the rest of your kin. Your facial features are different, though your grace and confidence are certainly not lacking. You have the same eyes as your great grandmother I believe she would be, and the poise of your great great grandfather." Rosa smiled as she guessed the girl might be a bit surprised by this evaluation.<br><br>"Anyway, there will be plenty of time to speak of such later. At the moment there are more pressing matters. The organization is growing in its following and the hunt has begun." She looked directly into the woman's eyes as she said this. She knew she knew. She had heard it from her family no doubt. "Perhaps you know of somewhere large enough to have a meeting in?" She asked. She had traveled far, and judging by the limo that she had pulled up in, her family funds certainly were not lacking. Knowing the nature of her kin to be a bit lavish when it came to their travels, she assumed that she had gotten a large enough suit in a hotel here that should comfortably fit them all. Even if not, it was the best bet she had. If need be, she herself would pay for a conferience room to use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>July 29, 2010, 09:16:04 am</strong>
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				Curled inside his generic wooden box, Undercroft's animal sobbing was seldomly heard except on this night. The open crate surrounded by many similar crates sat amongst many, trapped in the ware house district. Though once abandoned, it was now resurrected by his over active behavior. Lights were flickering every so often, stacking machines were progressing by constantly reorganizing crates and other sorts of material. A child, no younger than seven laid brutally slain. Teeth marks ripped her throat in half, claws strung her body out around the surrounding area, most of which was stained from blood and savage devouring of the tattered corpse. There are times when he clues into reality, and this was one of them. His overall perception of today's world is blinded by gunfire and crime, but not this, this disaster. Glancing up in the darkness, threw his orange swimming goggles, he couldn't even recognize what was in front of his very eyes, only a bloody massacre meant for fantasy worlds. "You did me proud....." A cold feminine voice whispered out, complimenting his ruthless behavior. <br>Thick black leather boots stepped beside Undercroft's box, clearly making themselves known by their heavy thumps. "She didn't deserve it." The hyena man said, speaking to Greed. Giggling in response, she peered inside to note his actions. Her silver hair bangs curtained over her face, but those bright glowing pink eyes peered into his goggles, lighting his day. The thick red overcoat was attached through belts instead of buttons or zipper. Large bulky belts that were individually buckled together. Her coats shape emphasized her 6'6 height and hair that touched the tip of her heels. Such long straightened silver hair was beautiful beyond comparison. "Crawling inside the box beside Undercroft, she held him close in her arms. "Shh... I'm here now." Undercroft never would have cried over spill blood, but this was a rare occasion of lack of self control.<br>"I couldn't control myself." He whimpered in her arms, holding her close for comfort. Though he had no idea that she was pulling the strings on these impulses. Greed only grinned behind her blinding silver hair with delight. "The time of sobbing is over, Undercroft, their are intruders in your city." Quickly snapping out of reality and into his fantasy world, Undercroft became the monster once more. Months of brutal slayings, terrorists attacks, and vigilantism made him proclaim this city as his, no one else. Using powerful animal legs to jot out the box, Undercroft stood amongst the storage house where police were just stepping inside, investigating the recent action. There weren't many prior to the central park scene, but there were investigators and off-duty police investigating. <br><br>Radio transmissions came in from near by squad cars at the shape shifters gathering. Loud hyena whooping was heard as screams cried out. Tapping duct over the radio to constantly transmit the horrors, police turned blankly but with a slight fear in their faces at the sounds. Gun fire echoed out in mayhem as shotgun fire reacted to each shot taken. <br>Embedded in a thick kevlar vest that stopped most small armed fire, which undoubtedly there were some bullet casings lodged in his vest. Greed, being an imaginary friend stood amongst the officers trapped in the dark warehouse. Pointing their flash lights in all directions, Undercroft was finishing barring the doors with steel pipes. Using every muscle, twisting them along the handles, he whooped once more so the radio's could listen. "Where's Dennis." One officer whispered out, trying&nbsp; not to alarm their predatory hunter. "Dennis?" Another officer whispered out trying to locate their companion. Sneaking inside the warehouse, Undercroft lurked above, watching his prey closely. Walking on all four legs instead of two, the shotgun on his back jingled against the many other gadgets he had attached to his vest. Pointing their flash lights in their stalkers direction, orange goggles sparkled brightly in the light. "There!" They pointed firing their weapons in response. Leaping off without hesitation, the sparkling sharpened teeth bared down on them. Shooting a hole in his round ear, tarring away chunks of his vest, and bullets skimming by his face leaving wounds of war. <br>Pouncing down with ferocity, his claws swiped forth, tarring flesh clean off one officers face, sending him spinning where he stood. Hopping back, dodging more gunfire, his shotgun was whipped off his back quickly, releasing two slugs, killing two more officers, sending them far away with vicious gaps in their chest. The last two officers began running in panic but Undercroft was in hot pursuit. Greed was lavishing in the bloodshed, loosing her mind in the carnage, dancing among the dead bodies. She gave an illusion in Undercroft's mind that the recent dead officers were dancing with her. Adding even more to her dance party, he leaped forward, landing on on officers back. Digging his talons and claws deep into him, pinning him, his teeth lunged forth. Crunching down, he could feel his spine snapping between those monstrously strong hyena jaws. <br>Trapped in the darkness, banging vigorously on the large doors for escape, it suddenly went silent. Reinforcing officers stood outside watching the blood leak from under the door forming a pool. Using the radio inside the squad, he reported to other officers. "We need a breach team in South Port harbour. "Time to greet you're my new friends." Standing on the roof, looking past the port into central park, far from his current position, the dragon and their friends stood. <br><br>((Note, he doesn't actually talk, only thinks he talks. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2010, 04:12:57 am</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Vye’s heart warmed with recognition and pride. She had no idea that this strange dragon had such intimate knowledge of her family, let alone the depth and breadth of familiarity with her heritage. Vye was instantly humbled to be compared to her great grandmother, even in the slightest of terms, as her great grandmother had ruled the seas during the reign of the great Egyptian Gods. She was a bit tongue-tied to have received such a remark. She firmly shook Rosa’s hand and gave a slight bow in respect to the elder dragon. <br><br>“I regret that I did not make it here sooner, but I’m glad to see that others have made journey,” Vye acknowledged with a tinge of guilt for not making better time, but transportation wasn’t the best these days. Vye listened intently to Rosa’s request and gave a firm nod with an affirmative reply, “But, certainly, you’re correct. Pleasantries will be saved for another time, Miss Rosa. I have the penthouse suite reserved for the evening at the OTA, just a few minutes time from here. We could take the auto and …” She hesitated for just a moment with the epiphany of inviting four people into her limo when she felt it was barely big enough for herself. Her stomach grew queasy, but she concealed her distress with ease and a smile. “And, we could speak of matters with privacy, and perhaps order some room service? I fear I’m famished after such a long flight, but I could not wait to speak with you.”</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2010, 03:36:51 pm</strong>
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				'Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did she just say 'hunt'? As in...as in, '<em>hunt</em>'? What organization? What the hell is going on? And what is this chick talking about, that 'great grandparent' business? And who, exactly, is Little Miss Trump?' Val shook his head silently, his thoughts racing at turbo speed as he watched the exchange. 'Man, I got a bad feeling about this...'<br><br>His reluctance took a back seat in his mind, however, when the new girl mentioned room service. His stomach rumbled practically loud enough to rattle the nearest building's windows; that dollar menu burger he'd eaten earlier hadn't stuck with him worth a damn. He glanced around sheepishly in case any of the others heard. 'Way to follow up that first impression, Valentine. Speak with your stomach. What a charmer, boy.'<br><br>He had to admit, the idea of rolling up to one of the city's priciest hotels in such a posh set of wheels was more than a little tempting in itself. Still, he couldn't shake the nagging notion that tagging along with this bunch would wind up changing his life--and not in a good way. But his curiosity was tweaked, and though Val wasn't the most dedicated of newshounds, he couldn't resist a chance to learn at least a little more before cutting out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2010, 04:08:02 pm</strong>
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				Rosa nodded. She noticed how uneasy she seemed, but she couldn't press matters any more than they were already. Sensing eyes on her once more, she glanced in the direction from which the stare was coming. She couldn't see for the darkness, but she knew someone was there. A sense of dread and foreboding came over her for a brief moment, but she soon pushed it away. Looking back at the rest of the group, gathered around her, she smiled.<br><br>"I think that will do well. And don't worry about not being here sooner. I understand that things are much more difficult than they were years ago." She said to Vye. Stepping towards the limo that she had stepped from, she turned back and looked at her. Her suspicions had been correct about where she was sure Vye had planned on staying. It was best to move quickly before something grave happened. "There is no time to explain here or now. We may begin to discuss on the way to the hotel, and then once we are in the room, we may continue."<br><br>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br><br>"Get our men in there now. We don't want this going public. If that happens, scientists and animal lovers alike will be up in arms against us and we'll never be rid of the vermin." A tall figure with long, black hair hissed, standing at a window in a tall building. Turning around, the tall figure revealed a thin, defined face with piercing golden eyes and pale skin.<br><br>A man, considerably shorter than the first, stepped towards the taller man near the window. "Sir. If I may--"<br><br>"If you may what?!" The taller man snapped. "If you may ignore my orders?! Get our men out there!" He yelled, interrupting the shorter man.<br><br>"They are already on their way." The shorter man stayed calm as the taller one yelled at him.<br><br>The taller man calmed again and turned back to the window, clasping his hands behind his back. "Good!"<br><br>"Now, sir, as I was going to say before, I have been observing this particular creature. It appears they are highly unstable. A wild card if you will." The shorter man stepped up beside the man at the window.<br><br>The dark haired man turned his head to look into the face of the man now beside him. "A wild card?" He asked, curiously but skeptically. "What are you getting at?"<br><br>"A wild card would be a great asset in our hand. The hand of the vermin is growing in power and this one may be the card that topples their house." He explained. "This creature is uncontrollable, not trainable, but seems to be easily influenced. If we get him to come with our men, we can possibly turn him against his own kind. Once he has killed and or betrayed the others, we can kill him ourselves and be rid of every last one of them."<br><br>The tall man stood there, staring out the window silently for a few moments. "Alright. You have convinced me. Have our men bring him into the facility."<br><br>"Yes sir. Right away." The short man promptly left the room and entered into a smaller one, filled with people and equipment for espienage of all kinds. "Tell the squad to bring him in alive, and of his own free will if possible."<br><br>"Yes sir." A woman with a headset replied, flipping a switch and conveying the message to the squad leader.<br><br>_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _<br><br>"Understood. Bring him in as peacefully as possible men." A man in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle said over the radio. Pulling up to the building, a bunch of men got out of the van and pointed guns at the creature. The man who had spoken into the radio got out and walked over to the police officer in charge of the scene. "We've got it from here. This is one of our men who escaped from an asylum and he is needed back. I appologize for the damage he has caused, I assure you, he will do no more."<br><br>Looking up at the roof, he saw the creature leaning over the edge slightly, seeming to look in the direction of central park. An ominous thought went through the man's mind, but he pushed it back so he could do his job as best he could.<br><br>"John! Come down! I need to speak with you! It is very important! I'm leaving my gun in the van!" He yelled up to the beast in the hopes it would comply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>July 30, 2010, 04:40:46 pm</strong>
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				Turning away form central park to disappear once more in the shadows, he hunched over walking towards the roofs edge. Some one yelled out to him, asking for him to come down. This would prove a futile effort, Undercroft talked or socialized with Greed, no one else. Suddenly, the imaginary mistress appeared. "Mmm, he looks tasty." Laying over the edge, her feet swaying up and down with arms folded, licking her lips at the site of their reinforcements. Glancing past his goggles, towards dozens of armed men surrounding his warehouse, there wasn't much choice in question. Straightening his back, cracking his neck to both sides with owl like twists, red dots appeared, more than he could possibly count. It seemed they were taking extreme precautions with this one. Greed gave Undercroft a little grin, nudging her head towards the armed men. "Your fan club awaits." Grinning her rainbow smile, Undercroft followed it with a grizzly yet horrific hyena laugh that echoed through the night.<br>Dashing forward with three massive steps, his powerful legs lunged him forward, toppling a sniper with ease. Silenced sniper rifles whistled releasing tranquilizer darts, making feeble attempts to put Undercroft to sleep. Greed glided playfully above, swirling and dancing for his entertainment. Darts jabbed into his vest, digging deep eagerly trying to pierce him. Jagged teeth clamped on top of the mans head, crushing and shaking without remorse. Growling ferociously, letting everyone listen to agonizing screams. Snipers were rushing for better point views, hoping for better visual over the ledge Undercroft was hiding behind. "Sir, he's on the move." Though it was moments, it seemed like minutes of savage feasting. Rushing away on all fours, trying to escape with every bit of strength, gun fire blocked each turn. Their weapons were silenced, so no one would be aware of the event conspiring. Firing squads breaking down the door were quick to fire. Giving him little reaction time, Undercroft dived off the building in panic. <br>Slamming brutally, indenting the mysterious mans van roof in completely, soldiers, agents swarmed over him. Swiping claws frantically, hitting one or two unlucky individuals; Undercroft leaped once more. Frantically rushing off in panic, snipers easily scoped him, shooting correct shots into his hips. Tripping instantly, he tumbled, crashing and ruggedly sliding across the pavement. Making one last ditch effort to stand, nets were cast down, heavy metallic nets that pinned him with their immense weight. Aiming their weapons with itching trigger fingers, armed assailants began approaching with caution. Observing his body that was half awake, still waddling, they noticed grenade belts, shotgun shell boxes on his belt, several pairs of thick orange tinted goggles, a foul smell that was sewage and blood mixed into one; this was indeed an atrocious creature. Reaching his palm out, clawing the ground, easily scratching cement, he whooped when opening his mouth. Greed stood before him, snickering with delight. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you..... just yet." His goggles broke when one man booted him, chipping his back tooth. His squinting eyes were full of sorrow, sorrow that he hid for so many months. "Please... don't leave...." She leaned over him, curling his mowhawk with a tender smile. "I'm sorry, but our little adventure ends here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>July 31, 2010, 05:14:46 pm</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Vye couldn’t help but smile as the reporter looking man spewed a small stream of inquiries. She quietly giggled at the comparison between her and Donald Trump. She had a read a little about him on the plane, and if the figures about his fortune were correct, his entire savings and investments combined would make for a modest bed of gold for Vye, but little more. For Vye, all the reporter’s questions solidified the fact that America was still socially backwards despite their technological advancements. <br><br>Vye arched her neck with serpentine grace and coyly played with her hair as she looked over at the gentlemen. “Nothing to fear, my good sir,” she spoke with an air of confidence reaffirmed that would’ve made Queen Elizabeth’s knees grow weak under her authoritative gaze, “Come. All will be explained in good time.” Her smile did not retreat, but her gaze softened as she lifted her eyes from the gentleman and onto each member of the group. She knew that Rosa must’ve gathered these people because of their blood abilities, but she couldn’t tell at all what person could shift into which creature. She could only tell that none of them were as old as Rosa or herself. However, she did feel a vague familiarity with the beautiful girl that had been standing next to Rosa. She couldn’t place it, but something just seemed so right about her movements and stance--so perfectly fluid and calculating. <br><br>She gave a small bow of her head to the others, more in recognition than anything else, but she knew time was growing short with each passing moment. Governments were already moving together and the organization was pushing forward. “I humbly request you all to join me this evening, we will discuss the situation on the way,” Vye urged with a sense of gravity behind her formal words. Vye stepped aside to allow the others to past as she stuffed her ego and phobia into her pocket. These individuals were the key to the success of her mission. The accursed had to survive and fight against the skinheads of this generation to pave a path for future generations to live freely of their own accord and gifts.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2010, 02:52:41 am</strong>
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				Val felt the limo-rider's eyes on him, and for a moment he would have sworn he was staring into the eyes of royalty. Her grace, the formality of her speech, her absolute confidence...he didn't like her. He steeled himself under her gaze and cocked one eyebrow defiantly. She had too much of that same 'unquestionable authority' vibe as the nuns had had back in the orphanage, as though she expected everyone around her to bow down and do her bidding just because she was breathing in their direction. Still, he wouldn't allow&nbsp; personal animosity to override his curiosity. Well, not yet, anyway. <br><br>'She said her name was Laurent. Need to check that out when I get a chance. Where did she say she was from...Picardy, that was it. French, coastal region if I'm not mistaken...huh. I'd always heard French chicks were stuck-up. Too bad it's true,' Val thought to himself as she turned her attention back to the others. 'Of course, that thing about French chicks being hot seems pretty true, too. More's the pity...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>August 03, 2010, 06:04:51 pm</strong>
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				Rosa heard distant gunfire and realized it must have been a hunt for one of their kind. She heard bestial laughing, like something from a hyeena and then screams. It was so. A hunt was on for one of them already. Not turning her attention away from the group at hand, her muscles tensed and a near shiver of apprehension went through her body. Her eyes became a deeper color, closer to purple than blue as she spoke.<br><br>"We have no time. We must go now." The shortness and urgency in her voice made it clear that something was unsettling her, and she was sure the others would catch on quickly. Or at least she hoped they would. Feeling eyes on her again, but much farther away, Rosa looked up in the direction and saw nothing but a tall building, the glass windows shining in the lights of the New York City nightlife. Shaking the thought from her head, she stepped up to the door of the limo, opened the door and got in. She knew it was a rude action, but she needed to get them all at least moving, which would keep them safe from any hunters that might have been sent out to kill them.<br><br>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Some fuzz comes in over the radio and a voice can be heard in the communications room of the large tower from which 'the organization' is run.<br><br>"Sir. We have captured the creature successfully. Transporting it now."<br><br>The short man with dark hair picked up the other radio and pressed the button to reply to the message. "I will tell Mr. Darque."<br><br>The door to the large, well furnished room where Mr. Soule Darque stood, the leader of 'the organization', at the window.<br><br>"I hope you have good news for me Sangly." Darque said coldly, not moving from his place by the window. He had a clear view of Central Park from there and he could see a bunch of people standing near a limo, seemingly about to step into it. One person, a woman by the looks of things, approaches the limo. As if sensing his eyes upon her, she looks up directly to where he was standing. A chill ran down his spine. He could not tell why, but he had the feeling he would see her again.<br><br>"Yes sir. The capture was successful. They are on their way back now." Sangly said, breaking through Darque's thoughts.<br><br>"Very good. Get the interrogation room ready." A wicked, and unnaturally large grin crossed his face. Things were looking up, for the day at least. This beast could very well be the key to the success of his plan. Turning his head towards the shadows, his grin and his gaze softened, as his muscles seemed to relax some as well.<br><br>"Soon my darling, we will have the world to ourselves and will never have to worry about the filthy vermin anymore." He said, his voice strangely soothing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>August 04, 2010, 10:21:41 am</strong>
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				Bound to his site, shackles lining down his spine cuffing his neck to thick bar hand cuffs. Legs locked into the squad van surrounded by heavily armored soldiers, Undercroft's orange goggles starred up blindly, finding some amusement. Giggling his hyena giggle, one soldier poked him nervously attracting his attention. Shooting an unlikely friendly stare. "Does it talk?" Another soldier asked curiously examining the small but overly developed and athletic creature. "I think it has some screws loose." The third soldier said, smirking a smug smirk. Though they didn't notice, Undercroft had been picking his hand cuffs, freeing himself. Acting restrained while observing his possibilities of escape, the soldier began conversing about Undercroft and what he was. Falling back against the steel wall, the broken goggles gleamed with suspicion following a smile.<br><br>"Ambitious but foolish." Dressed in a special decal business suit with red tribal tattoo's reaching out, evening out the black and red on the suit. Her Long slicked back silver hair touching her ankles, Greed sat comfortably in Darque's office chair. There was little imagination for sexual appeal, only her own style that diverted from those thoughts. Corking an eyebrow, she couldn't help but find herself amused by Undercroft's capture. "Be weary, this... creature isn't as submissive as you might assume." Her voice was stale, cold like deaths grip. Moving to Darque's side, her smile was heart warming, an expression she learned from the hyena-man's antics. A smile stretching across her smooth well defined facial structure was wicked in design. "These vermin have their uses...." Displaying casual pleasantries towards her counterpart, she couldn't help but admire the accursed and their unique abilities. "I remember when empires kidnapped them, forcing them into their armies..... how I long for those times to return." She sighed with deep regret, dwelling deep in past events. <br><br>Laughing infectiously at Undercroft's predicament, it suddenly got awkward when he joined, whooping his hyena laugh. "You shouldn't be laughing little man." One soldier said, leaning over expressing his muscularity by flexing when approaching him. Slowly peering in his direction, Undercroft lunged out, clamping his jaws around his throat. Ripping and tarring with savage vengeance, the others. Coming to a complete stop outside Darque's tower, Greed watched from above as the van rustled back and forth, screams of horror screeching out in agony. Appearing once more in his mind, Greed's mental persona sat among the bloody bodies chewing her nails. "Follow me please." She said as Undercroft whipped the van doors opening. Starring upon several armed guards holding him at gun point, Greed in the tower not mental state spoke into the comlink attached to her suit collar. "Let him walk." Basically undermining Darque considerably. Glancing at each soldier individually, the hyena-man continued, frightened of their advanced weaponry. Hunched over, butting his head against the door opening it, a taser struck his neck knocking him unconscious once more. Greed looked to Darque, her wolf blue eyes slitted gazed into his. "Subtlety is bliss."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2010, 03:39:46 am</strong>
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				Vye was slightly taken aback by the tone of Rosa’s voice. Vye knew there wasn’t much time to diddle-dally in the alley, but she didn’t think that they were currently in imminent danger of any sort. The only sounds of danger were faraway gunshots that hung in the air. Gunshots were common accessory of New York City’s evening crime sprees and Vye casually dismissed the soft booming as nothing more than an armed robbery attempt. Vye was tempted to linger a moment longer to prove that everything was fine, but she heeded to the senior dragon’s command and turned towards the limo.<br><br>She was hesitant in leaving without knowing that the others were following, but it seemed like Rosa had captured the others’ curiosity about the untold events that apparently hadn’t reached American soil. Vye took a few steps forward before stopping and looking back at the motley crew. Without subtly, Vye motioned with her head towards the black limo to have the others follow as she picked up her feet again and moved briskly towards the vehicle. <br><br>She stepped forward into the limo, taking up her purse under her arm as she slid down the far window. She hated cars so much, but knew haste was important, especially now, despite automobile’s cramped confinement. With so many people in the car, Vye knew she was going to need all the space she could possibly attain. Vye rolled down the window and gave a small smile to Rosa, knowing that the hotel was merely a few blocks away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2010, 06:51:31 pm</strong>
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				Smiling back at Vye, Rosa ducked her head in to speak with her briefly alone.<br><br>"You know who I am. I know you've known since you scented me on the air. And you have heard of me no doubt and so know at least one reason why I am here. The reason I am sure you don't know, is that this is where I have heard from many birds and butterflies and other manner of creature, that this is where the largest number of our kind live their lives." Rose spoke all this quickly, and only audible to Vye. "You and I have been drawn together because of our background and our knowledge and we must bestow it upon them that are attracted to us as we are to each other." She gracefully got the rest of the way into the limo and came to rest just beside her with nearly a foot between them. She knew that most of the girls' family had a fear of over crowding, and she wanted to try and make the ride as comfortable as possible for her fellow drake. She had left the door to the limo open for the others to follow, sure that they would.<br>______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>"Darling, must you always do that?" Darque said, turning and putting his arm around Greed's pretty, slender waist.<br><br>Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone but her and his closest friend and advisor, Sangly, but he was madly infatuated with the lovely and mysterious woman. Though he knew little about her, he knew plenty of his feelings for her and her professed feelings for him. Sangly had often told Darque that she would be his downfall, but Darque never listened and instead, at hearing her name, would go into a state of waking dreams in which he would dream of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Starlequin</strong> on <strong>August 06, 2010, 10:00:19 pm</strong>
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				Valentine caught the look of controlled panic on the face of the beauty in gym shorts, and subtly tuned his senses for whatever could have afflicted her so. His ears pricked at the sound of distant gunfire, and his nose rankled with the biting scent of discharged gunpowder. He turned toward the source of the disturbances, a few blocks away, and closed his eyes to focus more of his attention on the sound. He could hear the crackling static of radios, of tires peeling on asphault. The thick, coppery taste of blood permeated the air and screamed of death as plainly as the pealing of church bells. He assumed it was police chasing after a suspect, and his eyes snapped back to the cop in their midst.<br><br>'But his radio's on, and no calls came through about a disturbance in that area. Hell, no calls came through at all! So...what, not cops? Geezus, but with that much ordnance...military? Naw, no way, there's not even a base nearby and who the hell could they be fighting that takes that much ammo, gang warfare, but since when do street gangs use radios, maybe they've upgraded, pfft, bullshit, even the most hardcore <em>vatos </em>don't have automatic rifles, that leaves what, a bunch of heavily armed nutjobs, but there's still nothing on the radio from the cops, they should be swarming through by now, what the hell is going on?'<br><br>Valentine's mind raced through the possible explanations, generating and discarding ideas at light speed as he caught the cop's gaze. He was about to ask him if he knew what was going on when he noticed the look that passed between the blond and Miss Moneybags. With a few terse words, she turned and climbed into the limo, obviously expecting the rest of them to follow suit. For Valentine, that tore it. 'Alright, fuck this. I have no idea what's going on, and at this point I'm not sure I care. Let 'em have their party; I've got work to do.'<br><br>He reached one hand inside one of his jacket pockets and reassuringly stroked the small, powerful digital camera tucked inside, and stepped back from the others. He slowly looked from each one to the next as he spoke, ending with whats-her-name Laurent.<br><br>"Well, folks, it's been fascinating meeting you all, but if you don't mind I have other places to be. You ladies have fun with your meeting. Gentlemen, have a pleasant evening. I'll see you around," he said, offering a mock-salute as he backed away from the group. Then he turned on his heel and started walking at a brisk pace toward the sound of the gunfire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>August 09, 2010, 01:15:47 pm</strong>
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				Vye listened to Rosa with fascination and awe. She had heard rumors of other dragons, most hailing from Europe and Asia, and she had heard of the Great Tribal Bear Twins of North America, but Vye had not heard any stories about the great or terrifying Rosa. Vye had only known there had been another dragon in town because Rosa smelled so similarly to herself. Vye couldn’t scent out the difference between a rat and pigeon if they were in the same bucket. Also, unlike Rosa’s detailed recollection Vye’s family history, Vye knew little more about Rosa than her race. It was ironic that the only information Vye truly held was that she had heard wind of shifters living in New York City.<br><br>Vye simply nodded in agreement to Rosa’s statements, not foolish enough to contradict the elder dragon. It was engrained with anyone of dragon-kind: the older the dragon, the&nbsp; power they possessed. Rosa had made the picture very clear that she was older and Vye wasn’t going to attempt to bite off more than she could chew, at least not more than what she couldn’t already chew. The evening had been very eventful, and she was excited to truly speak with the others. However, Vye’s throat went dry as the reporter announced his leave and left towards the dying sounds of gunfire. Her blue eyes followed him down the alley street, wanting to pull him back into the cab, but knowing he was probably just off to catch what remnants were left of the story. <br><br>Her tense gaze shifted up to the officer who stepped into the limo. She smiled. At least one had decided to join us, she thought inwardly. What little information could be shared would be beneficial to everyone. Vye peered across outside the door of the limo, towards anyone who may have been standing there a few minutes ago. She remembered that there had been another girl there, and maybe a starving musician, but she couldn’t seem to place them in the conversation. Perhaps they had run off with the reporter, or gone their separate ways, but, for the moment, the limo door was still open and accepting any takers. She buzzed the limo-driver, who she assumed would by asleep by now, “Monsieur Driver, please come shut the door and take my acquaintances and me to the OTA.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Petrosity</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2010, 02:09:17 am</strong>
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				A quiet grumble and shuffling was heard from the speaker as a gruff voice grumbled, “Right away, Miss Laurent… One moment.” The sound from the speaker went silent. A few seconds, the stout, grizzly man in a very fine suit stepped out of the car and walked around to the car. The driver peaked his head into the limo for a moment, looking around at the passengers. “Everyone comfortable?” the driver observed more than asked. “There is water in the fridge. Feel free to help yourselves to it,” he added glumly in a robotic manner. With a firm nod, the driver stepped back and closed the door. <br><br>Less than a minute later, the limo purred to a start and merged with traffic.&nbsp; The familiar husky voice announced, "We'll be arriving at OTA in about ten minutes due to heavy traffic." Once again, the electronic device went silent.<br><br>Vye glanced between the cop and Rosa. She wasn't very good at starting conversations, but she wanted to avoid the awkward silence more than anything else. She reached for a fridge, which were conveniently located on each wall, and pulled a water from its cold confines. She took a sip, and brought herself to break the silence, "So, um... What an eventful night, meeting so many new people in a new city. It's all very exciting, don't you agree?" She took another sip as she nervously fidgeted with the bottle cap. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JerichoMyers</strong> on <strong>August 13, 2010, 02:13:22 am</strong>
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				Snickering at Darque's expense, enjoying his inner cravings for her, Greed, couldn't help but tease without moving a muscle. Her peculiar appearance and non-feminine look and secretive personality lured him. "Lust is weakness." Dismissing without showing any immediate affection, she completely under minded the powerful, industrial man for obvious; there was more important business at hand. Strutting, her straight athletic figure as if a model walking down a runway. "Come, we have work to do. " She requested, suggesting towards their newly captured victim, Richard Undercroft, the Hyena-Man.<br><br>((I'm sorry, but I'm really off my game these days. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SxyCowgirl</strong> on <strong>September 10, 2010, 11:41:26 am</strong>
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				Rosa smiled at her as she tried to break the silence that seemed to make her uncomfortable. A bit worried about the others being caught or found out by the organization while on their way to where herself, Vye and the cop were going, she tried to get her mind off of it by engaging in this conversation.<br><br>"Indeed. Especially for someone who has not seen others for a great many years." It was true. For an unknown number of years, she had been hiding in her cave so as not to be caught and killed by those who hunted her. She had housed many others, unknowingly, in her cave and had later heard of their stay there, but she had never seen or interacted with them. Now that she had come to this large, great city, the sheer number of people and other living beings would have been exceedingly overwhelming for her, if she had not had a purpose and a reason for coming here. It was her focus on the task at hand that kept her mind from wandering the city and observing every living thing it came across.<br><br>Just to make sure that the connection she had established with the others was there and strong, Rosa allowed her mind to wander to them and to make sure that she could sense the direction in which they were and their distance away from her. The smile having faded off her face and her eyes returning to the light, she relaxed as she found each connection to her satisfaction and sat back in her seat. Thinking for a moment, she remembered how one of her informants, a raven, had told her that she was extremely distant and how she lost the light in her eyes when she allowed her mind to wander outside of herself. <em>Perhaps it would be best if I gave them a warning</em> She thought.<br><br>Looking back up at Vye and the cop, she smiled at them again and spoke softly, but distinctly and very business-like. "I hope you understand that a few times I may seem quiet and distant. If I become that way, and you see no light in my eyes, please do not panic. I am simply trying to reconnect with one or more of the others we have met tonight."<br><br>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Darque's heart sank ever so slightly at her nonchalance, but he quickly recovered as he watched her cross the room. The way her body moved and the sound of her cool, calm, and cynical voice pulled at him and he followed without even realizing it.<br><br>"Yes. We do." He agreed, stepping up beside her. Smiling, he knew she would enjoy what would be to come. He loved watching her in action and couldn't wait to see how she treated this new capture.<br><br>"Lead the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Accursed Bloods - A were creature RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubbles</strong> on <strong>September 11, 2010, 12:04:13 am</strong>
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				The night was rather quiet around the bookstore area, as Diane just finished organizing some books in the back, sorting them by the genre because they were kind of messed up.With a slight smile, she let out a soft sigh and fixed her glasses and her eyes looked over to the window from the store.Diane put the last book at it's place and got down from the chair, putting it aside and walked over to the desk which was near the main entrance at the store.She looked once again inside to see if she didn't missed anything, if everything was in order and could leave home.It has been a long and busy day, after all the store was assaulted by teenagers looking for new series from the mystery book, wrote by Anne-Marie Chateaux "The way I live".<br><br>"ah!..Finally I can head home,I better go before it gets to dark and scary" said Diane rubbing her hands, she took her jacket and small hat.Also, from a drawer got out the key from the store which the owner left her.He was out of the town for a few days, so he let her to take care of the book store.Diane, was working at the store for 1 year now, so she was trust worthy.<br><br>However,she walked over the door and got outside quickly while a small chilly breeze passed by, as she locked the door and turned her way on the sidewalk.Indeed, it was rather dark and she didn't liked that at all, they were a few people on the street but far away.Diane, mostly got a feeling as if someone was watching her from behind and any time it will hit her, making her to fall down.<br><br><em>"I just wanna get home already,lock the door and change my clothes getting in the fluffy bed.I don't got the mood for any other unexpected surprises." </em> she thought to herself, passing over some people and crossed the street to the other side.Diane,put her hands in the jacket pockets as the wind made a bit her hair to fly, still her eyes stopped and were like glued to a window from a store.<br><br>"Ahh..! that cake looks so delicious, I don't got enough money on me now.Damn it.!" complained and pouted Diane,looking from outside the bakery and with a sad sigh, she returned to her road home still thinking of that chocolate cake.She really was a sweets addicted and nothing made her feel happier, than something sweet.That small joy, made her forget about the past year which changed her life.Oh,well.
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