Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:22:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Warning: This game contains sensitive themes such as suicide, drug use, prostitution, and abuse. If you are uncomfortable with these, this is probably not the game for you.</em></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Home of the Hopeless</span></strong></span></div><br><em>There's a place where the homeless, the drug addicts, the prostitutes go. Where the dregs of society congregate. A home for the most desperate who still look for a place to belong. Welcome to Desolation Row, named so by the papers. In the 80s, the place was a new two story apartment building, home to the denizens of a growing city. The Row is in the worst part of the worst city in the nation. Every week there seems to be another suicide, another overdose, another murder. Drugs, money, violence, and sex are more than just the themes for those who make this place their home... they are the heart and soul of the Row's existence. <br><br>The inhabitants of the row are split in to three primary groups: the thieves, the prostitutes, and the junkies (other groups do exist though are less prominent). The prostitutes are men and women who sell their bodies for money (usually so they can turn around and spend it on drugs), the thieves are self explanatory (everything from strong-arm thievery, to mugging, to pick pocketing, and the junkies are those involved in the manufacture and selling of drugs. Despite the reputation the Row has, behind the graffiti-coated walls, in the halls and abandoned rooms, the Row is unusually well organized. <br><br>Two leaders seem to keep everything under control... from the drugs to the money to the safety of their “family”, these two somehow manage to run the Row. They organize the dealers, they make sure the place has (some) electricity and running water. They keep the cops looking the other way despite the politician's and would be do-gooders cries for a change. Shelter and outreach program workers can occasionally be found patrolling around the Row, too afraid to venture inside and looking for someone to take in for a hot meal and a bed, though the inhabitants of the Row do not want to leave. <br><br>The Row's denizens have split themselves up in to “families”: small groups of three or four who can handle living in the same rooms without killing each other, and these families tend to share the same apartment. Not many of the apartment's kitchens are up and running, as the electricity is mostly rigged haphazardly these days, going in to running the water heaters and the occasional odd light or outlet. Most families are lucky they have furniture at all, and what they do have is usually the bare-essentials and second hand.</em> <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><strong>Current IC Date and Time</strong>: Saturday, July 28th 2012. 7 A.M. <br><strong>Weather</strong>: Warm, 80° F, Sunny</div> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">IC Rules</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>«</strong>All families are responsible for their own clothes, food, and necessities.<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>All clothes must be washed at least once every two weeks (once per week for all hookers and prostitutes)<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>50% of all profits must be given over to the Row to pay for electricity, water, supplies, etc.<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>NO BUSINESS is to be done at the Row. Dealers, prostitutes, etc must meet with any clients or those who do not live at the Row elsewhere.<strong>»</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OOC Rules</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>«</strong>All characters MUST be over 16<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>Posts must be a minimum of 300 words<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>No first person posting<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>All character images must be of REAL people. No anime, paintings, etc<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>If you're a dealer, you cannot belong to another group and vice versa(anyone can have addictions, they just can't deal)<strong>»</strong><br><strong>«</strong>Keep ALL drama IC. Those who cause OOC problems will be asked to leave the game<strong>»</strong></div><br><br>All posts should have one of the following headers: <br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name[/b]:<br>[b]Location[/b]:<br>[b]Tagging[/b]:<br>[b]Date[/b]:<br>[b]Time[/b]:<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200][/img][/floatleft][b]Name[/b]:<br>[b]Location[/b]:<br>[b]Tagging[/b]:<br>[b]Date[/b]:<br>[b]Time[/b]:<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:24:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Story Updates</span></strong></span><br><br>Coming Soon</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 02:31:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Any<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 5:30 ~ 7 A.M.<br><hr><br>Nionette groaned, climbing out of the cab that had brought her back to the row. It was a wonder there was a cab driver in the city willing to risk the drive, but she didn't say no when her last client of the night informed her he had a cabbie waiting to take her home. She was a mess, she knew... The short skirt and blue halter top exposed pale skin covered in angry bruises and light pink, raised welts. Despite the "battle scars" as she called them, she didn't have the look of your typical druggie. There were no tell tale track marks on the insides of her arms, nor did she possess the tics that tended to tell those with a deep running addiction for what they were. <br><br>Her black hair hung around her in semi-tangled, messy lengths, and she knew more than one spot had dried semen clinging to the locks despite the fact that she'd done what she could to remove it when the "session" she'd been part of the night prior was over. She made her way through the lobby, where people were already milling around. Most of them were junkies... either buying or preparing product to be sold. the smell that always followed the shipments from the local meth labs filled her lungs and Nionette coughed for a moment before she was climbing the stairs, headed down the hall passed the open and missing doors where occasionally a person who managed to be awake at that ungodly hour would stop and watch her go by with a soft gasp. Gabe would be angry, they all knew... it would be a "closed door" morning when Gabriel saw Nionette. <br><br>After she passed them all by and moved in to the apartment she shared with Gabriel and the rest of their "family", Nionette went straight to the bathroom. It was one of the few that had hot running water, and the moment she was on the other side of the curtain they'd hung up over the bathroom door, she was stripping and climbing beneath the hot water. A soft gasp left her as the hot water hit the welts and bruises, fresh from the night prior. She'd been well paid... more in one night than most prostitutes made in a week, but it didn't change the fact that she would be in pain for days. <br><br>Whimpering in the back of her throat, she scrubbed her hair and body, removing the dirt, the sweat, the cum, the blood from her pale skin and leaving herself pink from the heat of the shower, skin littered with bruises and marks from what looked like a stick or crop of some kind. When she was satisfied that she was as clean as she was going to get, she climbed from the shower and wrapped herself in a tattered towel before brushing her hair and teeth. Gathering her clothes and boots up off the floor, she made her way in to the room she shared with Gabriel. Her clothes tossed in to a pile of dirty clothes in the corner, she frowned. Time to go to the Laundromat… <br><br><em>Later.</em> her mind uttered at her in a voice as tired as she felt. Opting to sleep nude so as to have less fabric pressing and rubbing on her bruises, Nette crawled under the threadbare blanket on her sheet-covered mattress and curled herself in to a ball. <br><br>She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
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				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 04:36:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://onlyhdwallpapers.com/wallpaper/women_girls_blue_eyes_selective_coloring_black_hair_desktop_1280x960_wallpaper-152027.jpeg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 5D; City Streets<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anybody<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 27/28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 9 P.M.; 5 A.M.-7 A.M.<br><hr><br>Jade stood under the running water, staring off into space as the cool droplets ran across her lightly tanned skin. The water in her unit was never hot, but the coolness soothed Jade's muscles and her nerves so it didn't bother her. It wasn't as if the water was ice cold either, just cool, and on a good day it even reached lukewarm. Occasionally she would hear others complain to themselves that the water was too cold for them and that they wished they had hot water like Apartment 2B was rumored to have, but Jade thought that they were lucky to have any water at all. Running water and working electricity. Some buildings didn't have either so she felt that it wasn't her place to complain.<br><br>With a drawn out sigh Jade turned around and shut the water off, pausing to listen to the water race down the drain and through the pipes. She swiped the thin, off white curtain aside and wrapped her fingers around the soft towel. Unlike a lot of the supplies seen around this part of town, this towel was brand new and expensively soft, made of high end fabric. <br><br>"What a wonderful prize you are." She sighed as she wrapped the object around her body. It had been one of those days where Jade had the urge to steal something for herself and herself only. She had roamed for hours, most of the day when she thought back on it, not really sure what it was that she wanted. She stole food on a regular basis for the house so she decided that it wasn't that, but every window she passed by seemed to repel her. Until she saw it. It had taken a quick glance through the window but it caught her eyes immediately. Long story short, Jadaria Brookes stole an expensive towel and got away with it. Jade held back a small laugh, but the smile reflected clearly in the glass mirror. Again she sighed, and the smile disappeared. <br><br>Stepping out from the bathroom, Jade shut the lights off behind her and made her way to her matress. It lay in the corner of the room, directly under a window that gave her a perfect view of the sky. More importantly to her, the stars. She yawned as she stretched out on the matress, her head back on the pillow and her eyes out the window. Within the next five minutes, Jade had fallen asleep above the covers with nothing but a towel to cover her.<br><br>~~~<br><br>She wasn't quite sure what had woken her, but Jade found herself sitting up and wiping sleep from her eyes sometime in the early morning. Both the towel she had fallen asleep in and her hair were still damp from the shower she had taken the night before, giving the girl a slight chill. When moving to stand, the towel fell away from Jade's body and fell back to the matress. She turned her head to look at the fallen fabric but quickly shrugged and walked back to the bathroom armed with a brush. In only a few minutes Jade had brushed out any tangles that had formed during her sleep, leaving her damp hair straight and glossy.<br><br>Covering her mouth to muffle a yawn, Jade walked silently back to her belongings. She grabbed her clothes for the day and threw them down on the covers. Jade slipped into her underwear and clipped her bra in place, covering up in her usual black cami and booty shorts. Zipping up her favorite boots and sliding her arms into the black trench coat got her blood pumping, her entire body waiting for the thrill of the chase. <br><br>"Breakfast is on me." She mumbled to herself, looking over at each of her sleeping room mates before slipping out the door. She ran into one of her neighbors, nodding a silent hello to the man before moving on.<br>~~~<br>A the clock struck seven in the apartment 5D, Jade walked back in through the door, carrying a large bag of breakfast food. She had decided to spend her own money this time around because she had an even bigger event planned that evening.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 10:46:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Apartment 5; City Streets<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jadaria Brookes<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 5 AM / 7 AM<br><br>Money never slept and neither did Kale, only catching an hour of sleep before getting back to the hustle. Though selling in the D Row was some what of a guessing game. People had it under control sometimes things could get out of hand. Having to manage some pocket money for himself Kaleb decided that a change of clothing would be nice for him. So with his new threads Kale's spirits were higher than most at this time of day. Poor lighting kept him suspect of most people though, and every deal made was straight to the business part. He had to find a way to make more money though, and leaving the row was an option, but selling outside of it was harder than selling inside of it. Every now and then he would post up just outside to get a few stragglers who are looking for a quick hit or two. He didn't have the best bud, but it wasn't the worst either so that wasn't a bad thing. Reaching in to his pocket he pulled out a cigarette pack that had several small joints rolled up in it. His own little personal stash. Flipping the pack open and grabbing a joint K was starting the day. Pulling the pack of matches out of the cellophane he lit the blunt and inhaled the stinky but lustrous marijuana smoke. Holding his breath as the effects take place. A rush through the brain leading to a lightheaded resolve Kale could possibly never stop smoking. <br><br>Hearing some footsteps his eyes looked in their direction a fellow citizen of the row, and possibly a buyer. "Hey man, what you lookin for?" Kale spoke clear and slightly stern. The citizen remained quiet, but continued to walk. Kale watched the guy closer now paranoia kicking he readied himself for whatever was about to happen. "Let me get a gram," Kale's slight frustration with guy resided after hearing his order and then reached in to his left pocket grabbing out a small bag it's contents exactly what the man wanted. "That'll be fifteen." Kale locked hands with the guy and the exchange was done. It was a little windy today so Kale tried to keep everything in his pockets, he couldn't afford to los anything. After a little time had passed Kale saw Jadaria his neighbor in 5D, though he hadn't talked to her has seen her before. Moving to catch a glimpse of her Kale smiled to himself and then spoke "Good morning." Returning back to his post he continued to smoke his white boy.&nbsp; <br><br>Finding it to be slow Kale sighed in boredom and walked towards the back of the apartment and grabbed his hidden chair that was in a large patch of grass that needed to be cut. Bringing it back up to the front and taking a seat. Flicking the ashes he shrugged and decided to visit Nette. If anything she was looking for something, and he would have it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ryan</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 20:20:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/2eztcma.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Gabe Alvarez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Random Alley, Apartment 2B &amp; the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette, Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th<br><strong>Time</strong>: 6:30AM onwards<br><hr><br>Gabe grunts as a swift kick to the stomach bent him double and knocks him to the floor, there's another kick to the stomach that makes him cough and splutter out flecks of blood onto the grimy concrete. Before another hit can connect with his body, he's on his feet and he lands a blow straight into his attacker's face and he feels more than hears the sound of bone snapping and the scream that comes from the man as blood pours from his now-misaligned nose. The young man grins, teeth coated in blood showing as he turns his back from the other man who's on his knees clutching at his face.<br><br>"You don't get to pick the prices, pig, I do," he spits out at the man before limping slightly down the alleyway.<br><br>The sun is barely coming up over the horizon as Gabe Alvarez, professional rent boy, heads back to the Row, shaking slightly from the come down he's just starting to feel. A long night of relentless, creepy and just plain pathetic clients had ended in a displeasing occurrence when the client he'd just broken the nose of insists that eighty bucks was too much for a fuck and only offered him a fifty and then promptly started beating the shit out of him after Gabe kicked him in the balls for being so cheap. He slips a hand, wincing at the bruised and possibly broken knuckles, into his pocket and wraps it round the night's takings - needing to reassure himself that it is still there, that it will stay there. The cash is his ticket to a belt round his arm and a needle filled with browned, heated liquid releasing in his veins and that ticket is what Gabe cannot, will not lose. He can't remember the time back when the smack used to be a want and not a need; it's too long ago, too far back in his warped memory.<br><br>Rummaging in his other pocket, he pulls out a lighter and a cigarette - Pall Mall, his loved and trusted old friend - and sticks it between his lips, has to stop to light it with shaking hands and takes a long, desperate inhale before stumbling on, rounding the corner and turning right. A slow exhale that sounds more like a sigh of relief is cut short when Gabe has to stop, cough and hack and spit out blood. He groans in annoyance, hoping none of his injuries will warrant a trip to the clinic because he just can't afford to spend money on stitches today. Gabe clears his throat and continues on, taking slow drags from his cigarettes and tries to suck all the pleasure he can from it, trying to ignore that steadily growing itch, pretending the sweats aren't there, acting like the nausea is simply from the repeated kicks to his abdomen. But he can't kid himself, he never has been able to; his mind just won't let himself accept anything but the truth and this is one of many things he hates about himself. One of many things that make him turn to the sweet release of smack.<br><br>This is why he hurries once he reaches the Row, limping as fast as he can and ignoring the soft gasps or calls of his name when his friends, his family see the state he's in. Gabe waves away young Kyla who follows by his side, tugging at his sleeve and asking what happened. He just shakes his head and wipes the blood from his lips with his sleeve, insisting its nothing as he heads into what once was the lobby of the old apartment complex. Nowadays, its used as the drug production line for Desolation Row.<br><br>A few heads turn in Gabe's direction, some of the kid's who've known him longer nod a greeting and take no notice of the already forming black eye, split lip, bloody knuckles and various other cuts and bruises. This is no surprise for them, the one's who've known him since he was a young boy; Gabe always did have a tendency to get into a fight, when the mood struck him, he just couldn't help himself. Violence was almost like another drug to him sometimes, it felt good to get the crap beat out of him and it felt good to throw back those punches even harder. Masochistic, sadistic, plain old psychotic; Gabe didn't care, he just knew fighting felt right when he hit that mood, that need to feel pain and deal pain. It was like toying with control, losing it and gaining it back and losing it all over again in a matter of seconds, in the moment's when the other guy had the upper hand. The rush was just what he needed. But now, it's another rush he craves; a different kind, a slow kind.<br><br>He seats himself in front of his usual dealer, sitting slightly awkwardly given the stabbing pain in his ribs and stomach, and the ache in his ass from the 7 foot black dude who loves to slam his ten inch length straight up Gabe with no lube whatsoever. He waits for what seems like an eon, staring vacantly, hungrily as the twitchy little speed addict weighs him out a gram of drone and two of the skag. Then he quickly hands him the cash, grabs the wrap and the baggie and leaves a little too fast for his shaking legs to carry him, which shows when he falters, stumbles and crashes to his knees. He's back on his feet too fast for too many people to notice and he staggers the rest of the way back to the room he shares with Nette and the rest of his family, slipping down the wall to sit and gasping for breath while he peers out the open doorway to see if Nette is coming yet. The Latino gives a sigh of relief before climbing painfully to his feet and slipping into the room he shared with Nette, yelling out in surprise at seeing her laying on the stained, thin mattress and stumbling backwards, hitting the wall and groaning, a trembling hand wrapping round his throbbing ribs as he slips to the floor, attempting to sit as comfortably as possible.<br><br>Grunting, he moves a wooden board that's been shoved into a tight fit of a cover over a hole in the wall. Once the board is removed, Gabe sticks his hand in the wall and pats around, his hand searching for familiar shapes and wrapping around a slip of leather, pulling it out from the hole and then pulling out a cloth package which sets carefully on the floor. With great care, he gently unwraps the cloth and lays the baggie with the heroin next to a needle, a slightly bent spoon, small bottle of water, a few cotton balls and an old, fraying, fake leather belt. Gabe pulls the lighter out of his pocket, glancing up to make sure Nette is still sleeping and wrapping the belt round his right arm when he assures himself she is. He pulls the belt tight and holds it taut between his teeth while he oh-so-carefully spoons out a tiny portion of the golden brown slightly tar-like substance and puts a few drops of water on the spoon before holding the lighter under the spoon and sparking it up, gritting his teeth around the belt and trying to tense all his muscles to stop his hands from shaking so much. His eyes drift up to Nette's sleeping form and feeling something strange stir in his heart when his eyes find the bruises and welts on her exposed skin. They were going to have words later, no matter how beat up Gabe was. It wasn't important when it was him but Nette...she had to stop getting herself so battered.<br><br>Only a few minutes later the smack had mixed well with the water and Gabe carefully put a cotton ball into the liquid, watching at it was soaked up, acting as a perfect filter. His heart beat wildly, breaths coming out fast and heavy as he drew up the sun-textured liquid into the barrel of the needle, staring intensely, a desperate ravenous need reaching its peak within him. He dropped the emptied spoon to the floor and positioned the needle next to a nice vein that had been surfaced from the belt and groaned as he slipped the little piece of sharp metal into the soft blue of the vein. Gabe gave himself a moment to collect himself, drawing in a shaky breath before he pushed the plunger down and moaned indiscriminately, slipping further down the wall, practically horizontal with the floor as his eyes roll back for several moments, the sharp, pointed bones of his hips rolling upwards as his body moved with the flow of the pleasure, gasping in a breath of stale air as his eyes snapped back open and he sat up, a loud exhale leaving his lungs while a gentle, lackadaisical smile spread over his hollow, pale cheeks.<br><br>With his craving fulfilled, Gabe swiftly packed away his materials, the smile never leaving his face as he hummed a mellifluous tune under his breath, occasionally mouthing lyrics to the old song. Wrapping up the baggie into the cloth with the other utensils and slipping the lighter back into his pocket then pulling the belt off his arm and stuffing it back into the hole in the wall, followed by the cloth and then forcefully shoving the wooden board back into the hole. Once the contraband was hidden away, he slipped the paper wrap of drone from his pocket and carefully unfolded it, using a razorblade he always kept in his current pack of cigarettes and slowly cut out a lazy, slightly messy line on the back of his hand then bringing it up to his nose and snorting it up quick sharp. A childish giggle escaped his mouth while he licks a fingertip, dips it into the white powder then slips the finger into his mouth, rubbing the drug over his gums. He wraps up the drone again, sliding it into his back pocket and gets to his feet, leaving Nette to sleep just a while longer. His humming slowly turns into full on singing as he wanders in a dazed, swerving path out of the apartment and around the Row in a seemingly random pattern.<br><br>"<em>Never a frown, with golden brown,</em>" he sings softly, slipping another Pall Mall between his lips and lighting it as he watches the world around him, watches his home change and move and flow with the people residing in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 01:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gabriel, Peter (NPC), Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br><hr><br><em>"Wait! Daddy! Stop! Please stop! You're hurting me!"</em> The tiny voice in the back of her mind plagued her as Nionette lay there on the mattress, deeply asleep as Gabriel came in and satisfied his needs with the accursed drug that they both had become hooked on. Her lips moved soundlessly now and then in response to the memories flooding her mind, but for now she made no sound. The memory <em>"I love you too, Daddy."</em> The quiver of pain in that young voice, the memory of laying there after the hours of being subjected to her father's inappropriate desires and fighting between the pains left behind by his much larger body and the knowledge that this was what was supposed to happen because they loved each other. Conditioned to accept the pain in the name of her unconditional love for her father, young Sascha hadn't had a clue what the truth of what was happening to her was. <br><br>The dream gave way, fading as the memory of a heavy body on top of her filtered slightly through her thoughts. A moment later, it was replaced with blessed inky blackness that lingered, wrapping itself around her like a soft, comfortable blanket. As it wrapped her up in its depths, Nionette fell still in her sleep, and as Gabriel sank the slender metal needle in to his vein, a light shine of sweat began to break out across her scalp and along her hair line, kept inconspicuous only by the fact that her hair was still wet from her shower. <em>"STAY OUT OF MY ROOM! I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU STUPID BITCH!"</em> Nette's voice again, older this time and raging with the anger only a girl in her early teens could manage, rang through her mind followed by the sound of shattering glass as the memory of hurling her mother's favorite vase from the table on the hallway at the far wall near the stairwell came back to her. <br><br>Her brows furrowing, Nette let out an uneven breath as she lay there but didn't move in an obvious enough sense to draw Gabriel's attention to her. Her fingers were trembling under the blanket, but no more than was normal, given the fact that she was always malnourished and just a little bit too thin. Her breathing still uneven, she rolled on to her stomach, the blanket falling away from her back and revealing the bruises and welts all over her shoulders and back. A tiny whimper left her in her sleep but she didn't make a sound otherwise, and Gabriel was too caught up in his current need to notice as her mind took her through more memories. <em>"Sascha, you will get your act together and you will do it <strong>now</strong> or I will have no choice but to send you to an all girl’s school."</em> Her mother's voice was angry but more worried than anything, and the worry reflected in her dark eyes as she tried to convince her daughter that shaping up and flying right was the way to go. <em>"You can't make me go anywhere!"</em> Sascha spat back spitefully. <em>"I can and I will. Don't push me! You've already gotten yourself in to too much trouble! You're going to end up pregnant at this rate and I won't let that happen!"</em> A brief pause as the two stared at each other before Sascha's quiet voice filtered through her memory, dripping with venom. <em>"Don't be mad at me just because you fucked so bad Daddy wouldn't stick around!"</em><br><br>The memory of her mother's palm impacting with her cheek was real enough to make Nionette whimper out loud, a look of pain and consternation on her face as she pressed her tingling cheek in to the mattress she lay upon. Gabriel shoved the board hiding his pleasure-bringing tools back in to place before he stood and left the room, humming. Nionette didn't stir. <em>"That's it. I'm going to go sign you up for the academy. You'll do better there. Maybe they can instill some respect in you."</em> The older woman's voice was laced with hurt and Sascha could see the tears in her eyes. Good. Someone else needed to hurt the way she was hurting. Deep down she knew it was her own fault her father had left. Her fault that he hadn't stuck around... she didn't love him well enough, obviously, or he would have stayed. As her mother turned to leave the room, the teenage girl made her way up the stairs and back to her bedroom, tears sliding down her own cheeks once she was out of sight of her mother. Her hand trembled on the banister as she climbed, and she slammed the door shut behind her, locking it and moving to fall face-first on to her bed. <br><br>Nionette groaned aloud, rolling over again as she trembled head to toe, a sheen of sweat having broken out over her entire body. Pain pulsed through her from the bruises and welts but still she didn't wake, kept trapped within the confines of her memories by her own exhaustion. A whimper sounded in the back of her throat, a bit louder than before. <em>"Where you headed sweetheart?"</em> The gruff trucker's voice called down from the cab as he looked over her small frame in the moonlight and the light of the occasional passing car. <em>"As far from here as possible."</em> She could see the way his eyes raked over the swells of her breasts in the thin tank top she wore. <em>"Well then... hop on up. I gotta stop for sleep soon, but you're welcome to ride along."</em> She climbed in to the cab, settled in to the seat next to him, and they made the trip to the nearest truck stop with only the sound of the truck's engine and the radio to fill the silence between them. <br><br>Nionette gasped and cried out softly in her sleep, still not loud enough to draw much attention to her as she lay there in the bedroom alone, her legs twitching now and then. <em>"Yeah, that's good little slut. Take my dick!"</em> The trucker pounded himself in to her as Sascha buried her face in the pillow she'd pulled down from the bed built in to the closed off area at the back of his truck's cab. His hand came down hard on her upturned backside and she squealed, making him laugh as he showed her small body no mercy, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to course through her as he used and abused her small form for his pleasure. By the time he was done, her pussy was sore and her backside was a bright cherry red. Her scalp ached from him pulling on her hair, but they were both exhausted and he let her fall asleep on top of him, his cock still buried inside of her as they lay in the bunk of his cab. The next morning they woke and he made use of her one more time, blowing his load in her mouth when he was satisfied. From there, they set off from the truck stop and were on the road again, Sascha sleeping in the back while he drove. <br><br>Growing more and more agitated, Nionette's face was a mask of pain and fear, terrified cries ripped from her lips as she lay there, kicking and squirming, the blankets torn from her slender body and fully revealing the bruises and welts marring her skin. <em>"No! No, please! I don't want this!"</em> The sound of two male voices laughing at her as she was shoved back against a brick wall sent shivers of fear through Sascha's body as she struggled with them, trying to push them away. One of the officers brought his night stick up, catching her in the gut and knocking the wind out of her while his partner made quick work of her pants, beginning to tug them down over her hips. She coughed and sputtered, trying to cry out for help, but the same night stick that had struck her was wedged between her teeth, effectively gagging her as her panties were pulled down, exposing her holes as she was forced to face the wall. The press of a cock was felt against her puckered ass hole when suddenly a third voice filled the alley way, drowning out her whimpers and pained cries and the men's laughs. <br><br>"No... no, no... don't!" Nette panted in her sleep, cries leaving her still as she clawed at the mattress she lay upon. <em>"Hey Assholes! Get off of her you fucking pigs!"</em> All at once, Nionette was released and the alley was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Looking up just in time to see a young man squaring off with her would be rapists, she brought a hand up to touch the bruise rapidly forming on her jaw. In awe, she watched as he finally won the fight and slid something in to the men's hands before sending them on their way. A moment later and he was offering her a hand and a friendly smile. <em>"Hey, are you okay?"</em> he asked in a soft tone, and though she still trembled, Sascha let him help her to her feet where she righted her clothes while he turned his head to give her some privacy. <em>"Y-yeah... I think so..."</em> she sniffled. <br><br><em>"Nette! Hey, Nette! Wake up!"</em> her rescuer's lips didn't match his words and Sascha stared at him in confusion. Who was Nette? <br><br>Waking suddenly, Nette let out a loud gasp, her eyes flying open as she stared down at a confused, frightened face hovering above her. "Nette? You awake now?" Peter's young face was smudged with dirt, as it usually was. The boy was only 13... one of the youngest members of the row, living there with his father instead of going in to the system. <br><br>"Whu...?" Nette got out, trying to surface from her sleep. <br><br>"You were having a nightmare again. Should I go get Gabe? I think I saw him earlier..." <br><br>"No!" Nette gasped quickly. "I mean... no. No, I'm fine." She forced herself to sit, looking down at her shaking hands and feeling the way her body seemed to fluctuate rapidly between hot and cold. No... Gabe was the last person she needed to see right then. As the withdrawals hit her hard, she closed her eyes and brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing at it slightly. "I'll be fine Peter... go find your dad. He's probably looking for you." <br><br>"Well... okay... if you're sure..." Peter didn't sound convinced as he looked at her doubtfully, taking in the bruises all over her. <br><br>"I'm sure. Go on." <br><br>When Peter left the room, Nette reached for the broken basket holding her clothes in the corner. After a moment, she produced a long sleeved turtleneck and jeans, ignoring the heat of summer around her. She needed a fix... she needed to make the memories go away. She needed to find Kale. Pulling out a small wad of bills, she shoved them in to her pocket and shoved her feet in to a pair of beaten up converse shoes as she left her room, attempting to see past the throbbing in her temples that made the room keep tilting wildly from one side to the other.&nbsp; <br><br>Little did she know she was headed in exactly the same direction Gabriel had. Folding her arms to hide the shaking in her hands, she brought one hand up and chewed on her thumb nail as she walked, intent on getting to where Kale usually did business. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 04:26:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 5B/ Apartment 2 halls<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette Gabe<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br><br>"Golden brown texture like sun, lays me down with my mind she runs. Throughout the night no need to fight. Never a frown with golden brown," Kale sang silently to himself as he opened the one cabinet his apartment had the rest of the cabinets were missing the door. He grabbed the small bag of heroine and stuffed it in his hoody pocket and then closed the cabinet. "I don't even know why I help this girl out but she pays me and I don't think I could say no to money." Kale grinned to himself knowing that it wasn't just the money. Despite being a bit distant from the opposite sex Kale was still a guy and he had his needs. She was prostitute with a drug addiction and he was a junkie with who hadn't been laid in several years. <br><br>"Uncle Kale!" He heard as he was about to shut the door to his apartment. Looking at the young girl running up to him who was really of no relation to him, but according to her mother he was her uncle. Amy was seventeen and a second thought in Kale's head, but for the better he had never made a move. "Hey Amy, how's it going?" She ran up to him and hugged him tightly, Kale returned the hug and fought his urge to grip her firm ass. It was a trait that she gained from her prostitute mother. It seemed the apple hadn't fallen from the tree, but Kale hoped she wouldn't be doing the same thing in a year or two. "Where are you headed I just got here," the sad look on Amy's face made him frown a little, but he brightened up with a smile and patted her head. "I have to go to work now, I'll be back later. Tell your mother I said hi," Kale said and then moved to head out. "Well bring me back some green for my mother and I please." Amy's mother smoked and so did Amy one of the only things they had in common, but Kale didn't charge them for it at all. They had been nice enough to help him out when he needed it, so their was an agreement. <br><br>Leaving his home he began to walk towards Nette's apartment. If she wanted something normally she would find him but today he decided to make his way to her. It wasn't that far of a walk and in between he made a couple of sales so things were looking a bit more promising. Seeing Gabriel wandering about Kale noticed that he had been quite a mess. He waved to Gabe as he passed by and made his way in to the apartment. He didn't pay much attention but he knew that Nette and Gabe have something or had something he never asked and Nette never told so that's just how it was. <br><br>Breaking the lobby and up the steps Kale heard footsteps coming from above. As he reached his floor he saw a bruised Nette who looked a bit delirious. He approached slowly keeping a straight face, "Looking for me?" He said as he stopped and then leaned on the wall, "Well here I am." Kale patted the pocket where her poison was and waited to see if Nette was even there. He hated to see her like this, but it was her life and she lived it how she wanted to. He wasn't going to try and change it for her, and if she did decide she wanted to change it he wouldn't stop her. <br><br>Reaching in to his pocket he grabbed the pack of cigarettes and pulled out a white boy. Lighting it Kale felt the relief as he inhaled the smoke. Closing his eyes he held on to the grasp of marijuana for as long as possible. Exhaling the he opened his eyes and watched as the smoke ventured up and slowly disappeared. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 05:53:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb, Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br><hr><br>Nionette was making her way down the hall when Kale seemed to appear, like an angel of mercy who came bearing gifts. Eyes going slightly wide, she looked at him as he stopped before her and for a moment, the girl lowered her shaking hand just a bit from her full lips. A half smile curled those soft tiers of flesh and a short, breathy laugh left her. "Heh... yeah, yeah I was, actually," she said with a small grin. "Looks like you were looking for me too, though," she added, looking him over. He had the look of a man who had too long denied himself the needs his body so heartily craved. Feeling her own cravings welling up under the surface, she moved toward, fishing her cigarettes out of her back pocket. <br><br>Tapping a cancer stick out and wrapping her lips around the filter end, she stepped up close to him and held her head up, cigarette's end offered to him to light. Once he had, she took a slow inhale, her eyes narrowing with the effort. As they both held in their smoke of choice, Nette watched his face carefully. "So big boy... business, or pleasure?" she breathed, her head turned to the side as she exhaled slowly, cigarette smoke escaping her nostrils smoothly. Stepping closer to him, she let her body brush the front of his, her breasts pressed slightly to his stomach as she looked up in to his eyes, her robin's egg blue hues sparkling slightly in the dim light. "Both?" she offered hopefully. Her drug pulsing through her veins and then her second drug... the feel of a hard, throbbing length inside of her as deep as it wound go. <br><br>"There's a clear apartment down the hall... the last guy who was there got arrested a few days ago, so it's empty," she whispered to him, her hand lifting to brush over the front of his hoody, tracing the lines of his fingers as they rested over the spot where he covered the product he'd brought for her. Hair falling to half cover one of her eyes, she let her hand slide down along the front of his hoodie to the bulge in his jeans, fingertips tracing the somewhat soft shape of him through his pants. "We can have an awful lot of fun," she cooed to him. "Any... way... you... like..." a grin curled her lips and she winked with a giggle. "Unless you don't want to, anyway." Drawing back a half step, she gave him just enough room to let her go or to reach out and grab her, pulling her back to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 08:12:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette Gabe<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br><br>Flicking his BIC he lit Nette's cigarette, and they both shared a moment of clarity. "So big boy... business, or pleasure?" Kale eyed Nette. "Both?" He had heard it once before and turned down the latter, what made Nette think he wouldn't do the same thing? Though as she drew closer to him Kale's body had kicked in to primal mode. Becoming slightly erect at first he swallowed the chunk in his throat that kept him from answering, and went to speak but Nette must have had an ulterior motive because the feeling of her touch took his words from him.&nbsp; Her fingertips were electricity and his cock was a battery that needed charging. <br><br>It was the most logical thing, but before he decided the fact that he was fucked by a prostitute before threw it's two cents and changed his mind. Inhaling the smoke from the white boy he held it in for as long as possible and then exhaled slowly as if he was a dragon conjuring a firebreath. Still his body fought the facts and as she swung back his body quickly acted by stepping closer. His arm rapping around her back pulling their bodies back together. His head lowered towards Nette's face and his lips pressed slowly on to hers. The warm embrace of Nette's lips and his own only verified that Kale's body had won and he was regretting any moment of it. The way their lips meshed together as the kiss prolonged. Slowly pulling back he whispered, "Business first." Kale still was still a businessman and business came before pleasure. He let go of Nette and moved from beside her and headed down the hall. Guessing at which door it was he twisted the nob to apartment 2C and it opened. Lucky guess he heard the door close behind him, and made his way to the very torn couch with two and a half cushions. <br><br>Sitting down on the center cushion he unfastened his belt and then removed it to set it aside. reaching in his pocket he pulled out the heroine and sat it on a makeshift coffee table. He looked over at Nette and couldn't help but smile. Even if she was about to shoot up a drug he would never touch in his life. Without asking Kale weighed out the normal for Nette and sat it aside on the table for her. "For you little lady, pun intended." Though a joke Nette was actually really short compared to Kaleb. Still she was a very beautiful and her height didn't matter the least. While Nette was doing her thing Kale was going to do his, and pulled a grape swisher sweet. The grape flavor was his preference and as he pulled it from the rapper the smell over came his nose and he savored the moment. Breaking the blunt open he dumped the guts on to the table and laid the blunt down. Reaching back in to his pocket he pulled out his sack of weed. Grabbing several nuggets out the bag he zipped it back up and went to work. <br><br>Two minutes later the blunt was rolled and ready to be smoked. "Any way I want huh?" Kale grinned and winked at Nette. "Well then I've always wanted to get my dick sucked while smoking a blunt. So lets start there, and see where it takes us." He sparked the blunt and the unfastened his pants, Kale's cock sprung up as bulge now covered by only a single piece of clothing. The head poking out between the seem of his boxers. Laying his head back he inhaled the blunt and let Nette do her thing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 09:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb, Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br><hr><br>Nette let out a tiny gasp, followed by a pleased grin when a strong arm wrapped around her and pulled her in close and tight to him. Blue eyes lifting, she met his gaze for a moment before they shared a long, lingering kiss. It wasn't entirely soft... there was no love in it, but there was pleasure, and mutual need. Shaking hands lifted, resting lightly against his chest and wrapping fingers around his hoodie's fabric as a tiny moan left her lips and she tasted him. When he finally pulled back, she grinned at him. "Whatever you say, handsome," she murmured to him. Honestly, she was just as happy about the business first aspect... it meant she'd be flying high by the time he was inside of her, and the first moans she uttered with him would be released while she was lost to the oblivion of her drug. <br><br>She waited until he left the room to hurry to her bed. Pushing one corner aside, she lifted up a floor board and reached her hand beneath it, in to the small cubby hole not even Gabriel was aware of. Shoving her hand past her most prized possessions, she produced her "kit". Spoon, bottle of water, needle... everything she needed to make it happen. Closing and covering her cubby again, she turned and hurried after him, slipping in to the apartment and shutting the door behind her, her fingers flicking the deadbolt in to place. Thank goodness the row had had at least one paranoid inhabitant over the years. Granted all it would take was a few good kicks and the door itself would fall apart, but the point was the same... no one was getting in without effort, and few people in the row cared to expend that much energy on anything other than their next fix or their work. <br><br>Moving to him, her hips swayed tantalizingly and as she looked at the drug on the table, she licked her lips. Shaking hands produced a wad of cash and as he rolled his blunt, she tucked the money in to his hoodie pocket. A moment later and she was mixing the drug and the water together before tugging her sleeves up, revealing heavily bruised and battered arms. She looked like she'd been in a prize fight, but she hardly seemed to notice as she tied off her arm and tapped at her inner elbow a few times, flicking and smacking until a lovely blue vein shone through her pale, somewhat thin skin. Chewing her lip, she pressed the needle in to her flesh and let out a soft sigh, followed by a low, almost primal moan as the drug hit her blood and began being pumped through her system. <br><br>Another moan, her head falling back as she withdrew the needle and set it and the rubber band she'd lifted from a clinic aside on the table before looking back at Kaleb. Grinning at his words, she let out a happy, breathy little laugh. "Whatever you want..." she repeated, before looking down at the head of his member showing from within his boxers, "... big boy." Crawling toward him, she was careful to let her hips sway some as she moved, revealing her body's lithe, catlike movements. Grinning, she lifted her hands and gently tugged his boxers down around his thighs were it would be easier to get to his cock without fear of getting a mouthful of fabric. Leaning down, her tongue trailed from base to tip and her blue eyes lifted to watch his face. <br><br>She studied his features as she took her time, caressing her tongue over every natural ridge, bump, and smooth length of skin. She teased his head, swirling her tongue around it before slowly lowering her lips around him. Her suckling was gentle at first, careful to build him up. As long as she'd been at the Row, she'd never known Kale to sleep with anyone... prostitute or junkie. That didn't mean he didn't, of course... it just meant that she'd never seen it, and she didn't want to risk bringing him to his release too rapidly. Moaning at the taste, her tongue lapped up a bead of glistening precum as she took more and more of him in until she was gagging slightly on him, but still lowering her head, eager to slide the whole of him down her throat if possible.<br><br>Oh yes… just like a dealer sells and hopes people get hooked and come back… Nette was careful to do all she could to make this an addictive experience for him, so as to ensure he’d come back in the future. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 10:42:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette <br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br><br>Kale lifted himself as Nette pulled down his boxers and got to work. It had been to to long since Kale had sex, and Nette's skill at giving head made him wonder why he had never given her the time of day before. The way her tongue teased the tip of his head was something Kale hadn't felt before. He had received many blowjobs before but none like this. Most were in the business of get in get out, but for some reason Nette was going out of her way. Kale wasn't going to stop her though. Moving the blunt to his lips to take a drag Kale grunted as he felt her lips encircle his pulsing cock. It throbbed as the heat of her tongue pressed against his shaft. Kale's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Nette engulfed more and more of his cock in to her mouth. Feeling the tip of cock draw closer and closer to the back of Nette's throat made Kale cough in surprise. His body jerked a bit and his accidentally thrusted his cock deeper in to the now gagging Nette's throat. "Shit, I'm sorry," Kale said as he quickly pulled backed against the couch. "I'm impressed. You got talent Nette," said Kale as he smiled down at her. Kale didn't have the biggest cock, but eight inches of hard cock wasn't something a lot of girls could take in their mouths without choking right after. <br><br>Kale laid his head back as Nette worked her magic on him, it was almost like fishing with dynamite. Had he been active before now then it would have just been another girl and Kale probably wouldn't even be doing this. His head began to spin as the mixture of marijuana and natural pleasure combined, and the pure ecstasy that he felt as Nette sucked his cock made Kale forget about a lot of things. Mainly making money. He groaned and even moaned like a virgin. The feeling like it was his first time again, but it was better than his first time. It replaced his first time in his brain even. If Nette was this talented at giving head, he had no doubt what fallowed would be just as good even better. Kale had another set of lips he wanted to try out, but he wasn't in a rush. "I needed this," Kale said in a soft tone as he exhaled a large puff of smoke in to the already cloudy room. <br><br>Gripping the back on Nette's head Kale pushed down slightly to help Nette achieve her goal of taking his dick in to her throat. The feeling of it all was a great sensation that Kale won't forget. Slowly he slid his cock out of Nette's moist mouth, and reached out to grab her by the arm. "I'm think you want the same thing I want, so I keep you down there any longer," Kale grinned and lifted the small woman on to her feet as he stood. Taking the last drag of his blunt he leaned down and kissed Nette deeply and gripped her tightly to his body. He gripped her firm ass tightly after slapping it strongly with his right hand. Exchanging bodily fluids and smoke the kiss started a flame in Kale that hadn't been lit in a long time. The kiss was short lived though. Kale was a different person in the sack, and Nette was about to find out. <br><br>Pulling back from the kiss Kale stepped out of his shoes and pants then walked behind Nette. His cock prodded her back as he stood for a second the lowered himself to the corner of her neck and shoulder at the exact spot where the two meet. He kissed the spot gently, and as he kissed slowly his tongue began to lap it leaving traces of Kale's saliva. Pulling his lips back a bit Kale's teeth closed on slightly on her neck, surely mixing pain and pleasure. His hands found their way to Nette's jeans unbuttoning them with ease, Kaleb slid them off and quickly stood back up. Not looking for slow and sweet sex, but hot and sweaty sex Kale pushed Nette on to the couch bending her over the back of the couch. With her height he would need her to be a couple inches taller to do it a different way, but this way wasn't going to be a problem either. <br><br>Setting his knees on to the couch between Nette's legs he grabbed her tightly by the hips and pulled her&nbsp; back on to his cock while ramming his engorged member in to her tight pussy and held it there. The tightness as well as the wetness of Nette's honey hole was a forgotten sensation as well and it almost made Kale cum which is why he had to stop for a second. Sliding his length out of Nette he pushed back against the couch and prepared for another strong insertion. His cock glistened from being covered in Nette's sweet nectar. Again he rammed his cock in to her pussy fiercely, and pulled her back on to so that she would feel every inch of him filling her up. Following after Kale slapped her as hard and began to fuck her silly. His hips pounded against her bare ass as Kale pumped the woman strongly with his cock. His breathing kept pace with movement, fast and hard. His cock throbbed pressing against her walls as they fucked like a couple of wild animals. Reaching out Kale grabbed a lock of Nette's hair and pulled her back to him. "This what you wanted?" His hot breath trickled out of his mouth and grazed her ear. Turning her head Kale locked his lips with hers kissing Nette strongly as he continued fuck her. His tongue found its way between her lips and in to her mouth. He tongue wrestled with Nette intertwining their tongues in frenzy. The room got hotter by the second, but that didn't stop them. <br><br>Kale pushed Nette back on to the couch and kept fucking. He was surprised that he had not cum yet, but he definitely was glad he didn't. He was hoping to make sure Nette would remember this just as much as he would. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrestaDGTation</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 03:29:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets5.pinimg.com/upload/15621929928284225_K2NMggfx_c.jpg)</div><strong>Carey Parnassus Dalton</strong>:<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment C-4<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Daniel (NPC), Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 6:50am – 7:30am<br><hr><br>&nbsp; It was a typical morning...<br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; Carey's eyes fluttered open slowly, the sedated sunlight hitting her face through the ragged curtains.&nbsp; Her head hurt badly, and it hurt worse when she started staring around the room.&nbsp; She wanted to start screaming, it hurt so bad, but she was thirsty, and it looked like there was someone sleeping beside her anyway.&nbsp; A male, large and black, was breathing deeply just to her left.&nbsp; She stared blankly at him for a long moment, perhaps more than one long moment, and was finally forced to admit she couldn't remember who he was.&nbsp; She leaned her head up to stare down at herself, which was a mistake, as she lifted her hands to her temples to dull the pain of moving.&nbsp; Yep, naked and sprawled out: the way her body usually looked when she passed out mid-coitus.&nbsp; She absently wondered why she'd been curious at all, and then decided she couldn't tell right now, and rolled herself over to get up.&nbsp; The clock said 6:50, which made her want to die right there.&nbsp; Not a great first thought for the morning.<br><br>&nbsp; She crawled a little until she felt comfortable standing up, leaning against the battered dresser for support.&nbsp; She was sore: he must have been good.&nbsp; There was her pill bottle, sitting right there on top as it always had to, although after fumbling with the thing for a few moments, between the crushing pain in her temple and her frustration, she threw it against the wall.&nbsp; The black mass nearby opened his eyes, staring at the naked woman bending down hurriedly to sift through a pile of clothes, murmuring to herself helplessly.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.&nbsp; Carey’s eyes were like those of Moses when the sea parted as she unearthed it, sighing dramatically.&nbsp; After she’d twisted the child and druggie proof lid and looked into it, however, she hissed an unusual explicative that made the man on the futon snap an eye open.&nbsp; Carey carefully took a single pill out and placed it in her mouth, putting the bottle on the dresser and hurrying to the other room, holding her head and staggering.&nbsp; The man waited until she got there to start laughing.<br><br>&nbsp; She stood at the sink in the kitchen, fumbling loudly with dishes until she found a clean coffee mug.&nbsp; Daniel, the only one of her flat-mates present, stirred at the noise, groaning.&nbsp; Carey took a deep drink, set the mug down, and just stood there for a long moment, waiting to feel the difference.&nbsp; This day was not looking good.&nbsp; It was too early for her to be fighting her thoughts like this, and the pill issue was making her anxious.&nbsp; She wanted to go back to bed, but there were horny muscles sleeping in it.&nbsp; She blinked a little, moving her head to smell her under arms, and cocked her head to one side, impressed.&nbsp; He must have been good.&nbsp; "A cold shower sounds nice.." she said to herself, matter of fact.<br><br>&nbsp; She thought about it for a moment, and on impulse, decided it would be better to wash there.&nbsp; She took some of the dish soap, which by the look of the sink should have been more full than it was, and started applying it to her skin, her under arms, and more erroneous zones, which indeed were sore.&nbsp; She hissed a little and kept soaping up, getting a good lather going.&nbsp; When she was done, she started filling the coffee mug and splashing the water on herself, gasping at how cold it was.&nbsp; She heard a stir from across the room, of someone was getting out of bed, as she splashed her underarms, her sides and chest, and kept the soap suds rolling to the floor.<br><br>&nbsp; "..Carey?" Daniel didn’t look very happy.&nbsp; She looked surprised at him, letting the water pour down her body absently.<br>&nbsp; "..Daniel?" she replied, in the same tone.<br>&nbsp; "..What the fuck are you doing?" he said, scratching his head, although he could have said "I just woke up, is this really happening?" and gotten the same inflection.<br>&nbsp; "I’m low on pills." she said, a hint of desperation in her voice.<br>&nbsp; "So, you pour water all over the damn floor?"&nbsp; Her blank silence was palatable, and he just shook his head and sighed, impatient.&nbsp; "Don't move, I'll get a towel."&nbsp; Carey stood for a moment, and then started to go after him.<br>&nbsp; “I just thought..”<br>&nbsp; “Stay.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; You’ll slip and break something.”&nbsp; David came back with a thin, starchy towel, which went from dry to soaked instantly as he put it in front of her.&nbsp; When Carey didn’t move, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the towel.&nbsp; “And no, you didn’t use thought, Carey.&nbsp; That’s why there’s a drain in the shower.&nbsp; So naked people don’t slip and die trying to get clean.&nbsp; Or so people who live below us in this shit complex don’t..”&nbsp; He sniffed, and wiggled his head.&nbsp; “Monroe gave you a hell of a workout.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; “I.. I’m.. sorry?”&nbsp; Carey was about to start apologizing, in that fidgety way she usually did when she’d done something obviously stupid and one of her housemates had to scold her for it.&nbsp; But then he made that comment about her smell, and she couldn’t decide whether to be nervous or offended.&nbsp; God, her head still hurt.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Daniel smiled up at her, cocky, and started jabbering on.&nbsp; He was a fast talker, and he liked to rub it in when he knew she wasn’t able to keep up.&nbsp; He seemed pleased, however, with whatever was going on.&nbsp; She tried to piece together what he was saying, the word associations eluding her, as he stood and guided her to the shower with an arm over her shoulders.&nbsp; Half-Cold-Whore-Good-Dishes-it hurt to walk-Big Day-Shower.. Her thoughts jumbled up like traffic with one lane, and she couldn’t do anything but mumble and follow along.&nbsp; Daniel was a monster, and he had always treated her as a liability at best.&nbsp; She could sense his impatience with her, and she was waiting for the shoe to drop that would send her screaming.&nbsp; She’d already taken her pill.&nbsp; It was cocaine she needed now, and he had most of that.&nbsp; Could she wait?<br><br>&nbsp; Just before she entered the shower, she saw a towering dark mass of a man standing in the foyer, easily 7 feet fall, well dressed, with a severe look on her face that made her jump behind Daniel.&nbsp; Still talking, Daniel seemed to treat this person as a friend, but he was silenced when the man said nothing, and Carey wasn’t sure which one was on her side.&nbsp; And then, looking to Carey, he spoke.<br><br>&nbsp; “Was that… Double Triple Cunt-Salad Baconator with Mercury Leaking Godzilla Fun-toy?”<br><br>&nbsp; Carey sighed in relief, pointing to him happily and looking at Daniel.&nbsp; “See!&nbsp; He makes sense!”&nbsp; The tall man smiled broadly at this, mentioning good naturedly that he would be in touch as he walked out of the apartment.&nbsp; Daniel seemed especially pleased with that, and moved her easily into the stall.<br><br>&nbsp; Carey wasn’t sure how long she spent in the shower.&nbsp; It was true, she’d been foolish to try to deny herself this moment of peace to wash at the sink.&nbsp; After she got used to the temperature, it was one of the most relaxing parts of her day.&nbsp; She liked to think it was because the temperature boosted the serotonin levels in her brain, making her more level.&nbsp; But in truth, for her, it was the fact that the cold jets of water distracted her from her own thoughts.&nbsp; Here, the only things she could think were pleasant things, or things that didn’t matter, or things that were easy to process, or at the best of times, no thoughts at all.&nbsp; She’d read a story long ago, of a girl who could talk to everything, and how she went to the water for silence.&nbsp; Breathing deeply, she felt the lithium finally taking effect, her thoughts centering, as much as they ever did.<br><br>&nbsp; Half off for her having sex with him, and he wanted to keep doing business?&nbsp; That <em>was</em> some good news, and she felt a little flush of vanity.&nbsp; What was his name.. Marco?&nbsp; Monroe!&nbsp; The Wal-Mart stock guy.&nbsp; She let out an audible “Ohhh..!” as the pieces clicked.&nbsp; He was stealing cold medicine stock from the Pharmacy section and selling it to them, for a cut.&nbsp; She hadn’t checked to see how much there was, but it was likely she would be boiling all day.&nbsp; That was exciting!&nbsp; She wouldn’t have any trouble getting her pills or her cocaine with that on the books.&nbsp; It was almost too good to be true, which meant it probably was, but she’d been through that before.&nbsp; They all had.&nbsp; Daniel had been joking with her that she would have made a better whore than a chemist.&nbsp; Those were bitter thoughts that lead to bitter times, and she turned her focus back to the water on her skin, thinking only that objectively, she would agree with him.<br><br>&nbsp; She twisted off the shower, narrowing her eyes at the empty towel rack.&nbsp; “Air dry!” came the call from the living room.&nbsp; “Some crazy bitch used the last clean one.”&nbsp; She shrugged and laughed.&nbsp; Daniel was a hard-ass, but he looked out for her, and she couldn’t deny they did a good business together.&nbsp; She stepped out in the living room, bare and refreshed, and walked over to the coffee table by the window, where there was a plate full of hard boiled eggs and three rows of coke laid out for her.&nbsp; She sat on Daniel’s lap and kissed him, as her pushed her away with a chuckle.&nbsp; She sighed, reached for the straw and snorted one, leaning slowly and luxuriantly back into the chair as the effects started.&nbsp; Danny began telling her about guys he’d seen snorting coke through rolled up hundred dollar bills, as she let comfort wash over her.&nbsp; She barely heard, and barely cared, but admitted truly that it did sound like fun.<br><br>&nbsp; This was her ritual.&nbsp; Get herself sane and talk business for maybe the only 20 minutes of the day she trusted herself to do so.&nbsp; It was a big day, which meant quotas were due and that she needed to get cooking.&nbsp; A couple buyers would be expecting some of her best work this afternoon, and she had a whole case of cold medicine to play with.&nbsp; She grinned at that, wondering what sort of concentrations she could create with that much stock on hand.&nbsp; But she quivered with delight as Daniel leaned in to tell her about the reward.&nbsp; If she filled her quota, he had a row of LSD tablets ready for her.&nbsp; She leaned over and kissed him harder, pressing her body into his.<br><br>&nbsp; She loved Danny.&nbsp; He was the best.&nbsp; Sore, disinterested, paranoid, or hospitalized, Danny could fuck her any time he wanted her.<br><br>&nbsp; In another couple of hours, Dr. Parnassus would be open for business.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 21:47:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br><hr><br>Nette had gagged just a bit around him, but hadn't stopped the work she was doing to please him. Her blue eyes opened now and then to look up at him, watching the pleasure written across his face. When he thrust in to her throat accidentally, she coughed for a moment, but a second later, she was moaning and eagerly taking him down her throat again... half to show him she wanted it, and half to prove to him that he hadn't done anything wrong. One hand lifted occasionally, sliding up in to his hoodie and sliding her nails along his chest and stomach, raking along his abs as she hungrily worked to bring him the most pleasure she could manage with her mouth alone. Still, when he gently pulled her back, she looked up at him somewhat wide eyed and breathless, blushing and chewing her lower lip when he said he believed she wanted the same thing he did. <br><br>On her feet and in the circle of his arm, she eagerly kissed him back, ignoring the taste of smoke on his lips as her arms went around him and her lips eagerly succumbed to his kisses. When the kiss broke, she flashed him a small, coy smile. "I've needed this too," she whispered, but then he was turning her, his chest to her back and the hard press of his eager member against the curve in the small of her back. At his guidance and the eagerness she felt in his hands and movements, she wriggled out of her jeans eagerly, kicking them to the side and standing there, seemingly unabashed by the bruises and welts littering her legs, especially the backs and insides of her thighs. He didn't seem to mind either, because a moment later, he was throwing her forward on to the couch, her upper body bent toward the back of the furniture. <br><br>His weight settled between her spread knees, and a moment later his hands were pulling her hard back on to his length. A small cry that seemed half squeal, half exhale left her at the feel of him filling her, and her eyes clenched shut tightly as she uttered a small whimper. He paused and she was thankful for the brief reprieve, letting out a soft shudder as her body stretched around him, adapting to accommodate his length. It was true that sex with her clients sometimes didn't happen... Occasionally they wanted a quick, violent fuck... but most of the time they were happy to just hear her scream or see her cry as they brought whatever implement of pain they chose that day down on her. Funny how things worked out, but one of the highest paid prostitutes in the Row seemed to have sex less than the others. <br><br>He thrust in to her again, and Nette let out a small squeak, her eyes closing as her body arched in pleasure and she pressed back against him. "Y-yes," she gasped as he yanked her back by the hair, her body eagerly going where he directed it. "F-fuck me," she panted, her hands white knuckling the back of the couch as her small sex tightened around him, gripping him like a vice. "D-don't... don't stop," she squeaked, her eyes clenched shut tight as her ass bounced off his hips again and again. She was already trembling, her orgasm building within her but not quite ready yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 01:55:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette <br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br><br>Hearing Nette's sqeals and whimpers were all he needed to here. He was rather surprised that he was lasting this long. Nette had seemed to want this more than him at this point, but he wasn't about to let her down. Even if this was just pleasure like his business he aimed to please. So he continued to pound in to Nette like a savage, his cock filling every diameter of pussy. Pounding against her womb with no mercy. Kale growled something close to a dogs growl. Releasing his left hand Kale cocked his arm back and let it fly five staring Nette's ass, as their skin crashed together flesh on flesh. The heat from the smack coursed through his hand and he let it roam to Nette's waist. <br><br>"Hang on," He shouted as he quickly lowered his hands to her inner thighs gripping them tightly. He lifted her instantly and turned this in to a rodeo. He swayed his cock back and forth in to Nette's pussy but he kept his pace. Propelling net back and forth as to keep a circular rotation of his cock. He gritted his teeth as this had actually taken a tole on his body. Though he didn't give up, and wasn't about to. His cock continued to plumage in to Nette' with ease, as it had been lubricated with Nette' juices. He grunted as his arms felt as if they wanted to break out. He was in fact a bit out of shape. <br><br>Not wanting to drop net he pulled her back to himself breathing heavily. He kissed her neck as he spun and fell back on to the couch holding Nette close, and wanted his cock the strike her with a penetrating force. She wanted to cum and so did he. This way they would both reach their limits together. "Ride my dick baby," His words were a deep whisper as he was a bit short of breath. His hand scan over Nette' smooth skin and trailed slowly down to her pussy. The bottum of his middle finger felt the tip of her clit, and instantly began to rub it. He only used the very tip oh his skin because it was more concentrated of that specific area of her clit. Designed for instant stimulation and pleasure. <br><br>Kale turned her head with his other hand and kiseed Nette strongly. Leaving her jaw his hand roamed to her breast groping them strongly, pinching pulling at her nipple. He lost himself in to Nette as he began to pump his waist as he rode his cock. He could feel his climax building, but he was only hoping to hold out for Nette. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 23:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br><hr><br>It was like he was looking for her weaknesses... trying to destroy her, to send her self control in to a downward spiral until her body gave out, unable to take any more of what he was giving her. Squeals became low moans, and whimpers became breathless pants as Nette gripped and clawed at the couch, her small body easily moving with his own, urging him on. When he told her to hang on, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but when he lifted her, she let out a squeal of surprise, blue eyes going wide. Suddenly, the depth and angle had changed and Nette was shuddering in pleasure everytime he moved her on his length. <br><br>Her sex all but dripped around him as he rotated inside of her, pushing her to a new height she hadn't felt in some time. Her clients rarely cared about her pleasure, after all, and so now here with him... she was recieving all too rare pleasure and treatment at his hands (not to mention his cock). Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming, she moved with him, following the guidance of his hands and hips until he suddenly lowered her and then switched position. Finding herself straddling him, facing away from him in reverse cowgirl brought a soft gasp from her, but a moment later she was moving. <br><br>His finger on her clit made her sex spasm slightly around him in response to each touch, and as they kissed, she turned, lifting off of him for a moment so she could face him. Straddling him once more, her mouth met his again in a hungry, eager manner before she was lowering herself down, then plunging him deep in to her. He hit the back of her, brushing her womb and pulling a long, low cry from her throat before she was riding him, a mixture of instinct and learned skill giving them both the most pleasure she could manage. Every rock and lift of her hips brushed him across that button hidden deep within her body and as she let her head fall back, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, she felt her orgasm nearing. <br><br>"Oh... god..." she panted, and simultaneously began to ride him harder. "Fuck me..." she whispered to him, looking down at him as her hands braced on his chest. "Cum for me, Kale... fill me up!" she breathed before she was suddenly clamping down around him, her pussy milking him, gripping and squeezing in a manner that rivaled a virgin's tightness. A soft cry left her as her head fell back, one hand tangling in her dark hair while the other balled in to a fist, gripping the thick fabric of his hoodie. "Fu-uck..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 06:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1145.photobucket.com/albums/o501/slated-/july%202012/petty8.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette <br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 7 AM(ISH)<br><br>Kaleb didn't object when Nette turned to face him. It made everything easier indeed. This was a much needed break as well, he only had to emit a average percent of his energy while Nette did most of the work for him. She rid his cock with intensity and even wanting to take a break, Kaleb felt his legs moving again thrusting upwards as Nette moved down on his length. It was almost like these were meant to have sex or they just knew what each other wanted from natural instinct. <br><br>The actions got more intense as they both had drawn closer to their limits, and Nette's demand for him to cum for meant either she was close or she was trying to make him cum first. He almost couldn't deny her demand as she tightened around him like a vice grip. It was down right the tightest he had felt in a very long time. Each stroke pushed his semen to the tip of his cock. "Me......" He followed up after Nette said "Fu...uck." he couldn't fight the urge any longer and pulled net to him kissing her with a strong passion, as he release his hot gooey load in to her pussy. His cock having a seizure while it continued to spew out. Kale held Nette close to him while the experience died down not just his cock, but his entire body was shaking. Resting his forehead against Nette's breath still raspy he began to laugh. "I should have taken you....." He paused to catch his breath,&nbsp; "Up on your offer," again Kale tried for more air, "A long time ago." He laughed again and then pulled Nette in to another kiss. This one softer and more playful. <br><br>Laying back he ran his hand through his hair and then reached behind his ear. "Passed me that lighter will ya," he said and then grabbed the blunt that had been sitting there. He always came prepared. Taking the lighter he then lit the blunt, and proceeded to smoke. He looked to Nette as he held his breath, and raised his hand. Using his index finger he motioned for her to come to him so he could share the smoke with her. Afterwards he laid his head back and went silent. Eyeing Nette for no apparent reason other than how beautiful she was. <br><br>Not sure on what he should really do next Kaleb decided to continue staring at Nette, if he did long enough he might be able to read her mind. His cock went soft but still lie comfortably inside of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryan</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 15:41:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/2eztcma.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Gabe Alvarez<br><strong>Location</strong>: Franco's Apartment, Freemont and 4th, &amp; the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: NPCs, Nette<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th<br><strong>Time</strong>: Nearing 8am<br><hr><br>Gabe smiled contently as he wandered through the halls of the Row, another cigarette between his lips while he passed old friends and said hello, stopping occasionally to talk, ask how business was, what shipments had come through today, who was working tonight and where.<br><br>After asking and checking the time on an expensive gold plated watch one of the thieves had slipped off the wrist of some rich mogul up in the business district, he headed to Franco's apartment in order to discuss the payment of one of the cops who would turn a blind eye on all the on-goings a Desolation Row provided they lined his pocket.<br><br>"'Sup, Franco?" Gabe slurred slightly around his cigarette as he nodded to Lila and gave a big grin to year 2 and a half year old, Rory who grinned back and bounced excitedly yelling 'Gabey'.<br><br>"Gabanti, my man," Franco greeted warmly as Gabe settled himself awkwardly on account of his various aches and bruises beside the short Italian. "What happened to you, huh?" he asked, motioning at the blood and black eye on Gabe's face.<br><br>"Difficult customer," the 20 year old said with a shrug and a lop-sided smirk. Franco frowned slightly, disliking the idea of the young man getting himself hurt but nodded all the same. Everyone at the Row knew each person took risks with clients and with their jobs and Franco especially knew that Gabe had a bit of a temper.<br><br>"Well, commilitone, here's the cash," Franco lifted the mattress beside him as he spoke and pulled a wad of cash from a hole underneath it, "and the merchandise," he dug in the inside pocket of the coat he wore and pulled out a brown paper package tied thickly with dental floss.<br><br>"Half a pound of coke, right? The premium shit too, sí?" Gabe question as he stuffed the cash in his pocket and picked up the package.<br><br>"Sí, sí, ragazzo," the older man said with a roll of his eyes, "he'll be on the corner of Freemont and 4th as usual, now go."<br><br>Gabe nodded and headed out but was stopped by Lila calling after him, carrying Rory who held a packet of baby wipes. Lila took one from the packet and wiped the dirt and blood from the least sore looking part of Gabe's face.<br><br>"Thanks, beautiful," Gabe said softly, affectionately and kissed the top of Lila's head and then Rory's who giggled happily. Lila smiled and patted Gabe's chest gently, a look of worry showing in her eyes before she turned and headed back to the apartment she shared with Franco.<br><br>Stuffing the package up his shirt, Gabe set off at a brisk pace to the usual meeting spot and ignored the ache in his ribs, reminding himself that it wasn't so bad with the smack in his system. He reached the corner of Freemont and 4th in around five minutes and sure enough, reliable as always, the cop stood there under a broken lamp post.<br><br>"Hey, handsome," he leered at Gabe as the young male approached.<br><br>"Jimmy," Gabe nodded in greeting, trying to ignore the stench of onions and sweat that came from the officer.<br><br>Ever so subtly, Jimmy slipped the package out from Gabe's shirt as they embraced each other in fake affection like they always did. At the same time, Gabe slipped the wad of cash from his jeans and slid it into Jimmy's pocket. The exchange was so seamless, so well practised, that no one would have been the wiser. Not that there was anyone to care in a neighbourhood such as this.<br><br>"So, Gabey, when are you gonna let me ride that sweet little ass of yours again, hm?" Jimmy asked with a husky voice, a question he posed frequently.<br><br>"You know my prices, you know my area," Gabe replied with a roll of his eyes. It was the same answer he always gave to the man. The man who just so happened to be married with two daughters older than Gabe was.<br><br>"Maybe I'll see you later, kiddo," Jimmy licked his top lip and the young man tried not to act too repulsed.<br><br>"Lookin' forward to it, Jimbo," Gabe answered with a mock salute before turning and heading back to the Row, lighting a cigarette on his way.<br><br>---<br><br>The Latino arrived back at the apartment complex about ten minutes later, his pained ribs having got the better of him and forced him to walk slower than usual. Catching his reflection in a cracked window, Gabe saw a wide cut on his cheek had opened up again, a fresh flow of blood on his face. He sighed and sat down, wincing as he did so then pulling his sleeve over his hand and wiping at the cut, smearing blood on his bruised face.<br><br>As per his usual routine after dealing with Jimmy, he pulled the wrap of drone from his pocket and set it out on the paving slab in front of him, using the razor blade he kept handy to quickly and efficiently cut out two neat lines. After greedily snorting the powder up, he wiped the excess from the paving slab with the of his thumb and wiped it over his gums, licking his lips and smiling at the taste that overtook his mouth and the drip sensation at the back of his throat.<br><br>Gabe ran over his mental checklist as he stood and figured it was about time that Nette would be awake for a quick breakfast and so he started to wander through the Row, wide eyes sweeping around to try and spot her.<br><br>It wasn't long before the buzz of the drone and his hyper activity bested him and he grew impatient of trying to find her. Instead, he chose to make her aware of him in the best way he knew how.<br><br>"<strong>Ay, Nette? Where are ya?</strong>" he yelled out from the middle of the Row, standing in the slim alleyway that connected the two sections of the apartment complex by a series of bridgeways on the upper floor. "<strong>AY, NETTE. GET YOUR PRETTY LITTLE ASS HERE,</strong>" he yelled out even louder, a charming grin on his face.<br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">Translations:<br>Comillitone - fellow soldier, comrade<br>Ragazzo - boy, youngster</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>30-07-2012, 01:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2D<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>:7:30 A.M. to 8:00 A.M.<br><hr><br>Nette could have stayed like that forever... The feel of him buried deep inside of her... the lovely warmth that came from feeling full of his seed... She rode him as they kissed, milking him for every drop he was able to give her. By the time their mutual orgasms fully faded, she was relaxed in a way she hadn't been in a very long time. "Yes..." she said with a slow, almost sleepy nod. "Yes you should have," was her response to his admittance that he should have taken her up on her offer long before that. "I told you it would be worth it," she said with a slow grin and a tiny giggle. <br><br>At his request for his lighter, she reached out and grabbed it, bringing it up and lighting the blunt for him before she found herself pulled in, receiving a contact high as he blew the smoke in to her lungs. As her head spun, she wondered if she should have mentioned she had never smoked the stuff before... had sworn it off for a long time, in fact. But as the drug only helped to further relax her, she closed her eyes and let her head rest on his shoulder. Nah... she wouldn't say anything. No need to spoil the moment by showing just how new she was to the entire drug scene. She'd only been shooting up for a few weeks, after all. <br><br>When he began to stare at her, she looked back at him with a peaceful smile, her body resting against his own as she let herself relax. It was his continued staring that caused her pale cheeks to turn somewhat pink, a blush coloring her features. "What?" she asked quietly, lowering her eyes and chewing her lower lip self consciously. She was just about to further question him on his staring at her when suddenly the peaceful quiet of the apartments around them was broken by the sound of loud, yelling cries. Frowning some, she lifted her head and looked toward the door. <br><br>It was clearly Gabriel, annoyed at having to look for her. "Damn it..." she groaned some, shooting Kale an apologetic look. "I'm sorry... I've gotta go." Her fingers slipped in to his hoodie pocket to check that the money she'd slipped him hadn't fallen out. Finding it where she'd left it, she smiled and gave the pocket a small pat. Standing slowly on somewhat shaky legs, she grabbed her pants and tugged them back on before shoving her feet in to her boots as she buttoned up her jeans. Her fingers slid through her long black hair, trying to right it and make it somewhat presentable again. Her own drugs were slid in to her pockets as she hurried to the door. <br><br>Stopping short of going in to the hall, she turned to look at Kaleb. "We'll have to do this again sometime," she said with a grin, winking at him before slipping out and in to her's and Gabe's apartment. He wasn't there... based on his yelling, he was downstairs. Relieved, she hid her things away in her stash again and then made her way to the alleyway where Gabe stood. Arms crossed over her chest, she made sure her sleeves were tugged down over her bruised arms and adjusting her turtleneck to be sure it wasn't pulled down so far the marks weren't covered. His back was to her as he stood there yelling, and so Nette crossed her arms and leaned her shoulder against the wall. Robin's egg colored eyes looked him over. "What's up?" she asked, producing a cigarette from the pack in her pocket and lighting up as she took a long, slow drag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrestaDGTation</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 16:51:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://assets5.pinimg.com/upload/15621929928284225_K2NMggfx_c.jpg)</div><strong>Carey Parnassus Dalton</strong>:<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment C-4, Streets of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00am<br><hr><br>&nbsp; Carey had spent the last half hour sorting through the boxes, cartons and bottles of cold medicine in the cardboard box her friend.. maybe.. had dropped by last night.&nbsp; Or this morning.&nbsp; Oh hell, whatever.<br>&nbsp; She had been overjoyed to find it, and now was dividing the various substances by compounds and ingredients.&nbsp; Once, she had tried to explain to her flat mate that each kind of medicine needed a different process to isolate the needed materials, and certain ones had synergy, opposition, and he had slammed the door in her face and told her to just cook the damn meth.&nbsp; No respect for the art, some people.<br>&nbsp; As she set the last of the containers in it's row and tallied her materials, an enormous grin crossed her face.&nbsp; She stood quickly, then faltered and hissed at the pain of doing so, and then moved over to a pile of colorful fabrics.&nbsp; She pulled a sheet of cloth around her waist and tied it together at the corners, tugging on it a little to make sure the knot would hold.&nbsp; Then she pulled out a sleeveless shirt made of reds, blues, and greens, and pulled it over her head, backwards.&nbsp; Slipping on sandles on, she was ready to go into the world.<br>&nbsp; She told Daniel she would be back after getting a few things.&nbsp; She had more than enough to make the swag-level, the standard level, and the roxor-level, and still have some left over, which she intended to experiment with!&nbsp; As she began to go into a list of the strange things she wanted to try blending into the concoctions, she heard someone shouting about Net from the alley below her.&nbsp; Leaning out the window, she saw a man with a glorious smile re-enacting Streetcar Named Desire just below her.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; "Do you need the Wi-fi password to DauntlessHustler?" she called to him, and was whisked back through the window by her flat-mate.<br><br>&nbsp; In a few moments, she was running down the stairs.&nbsp; The sheet she'd tied around her hips was immodest in the stairwell, but it would serve well enough for her to make her rounds in the street below.&nbsp; She came out of the building with a sigh, looking around her at the buildings and people that were her home and feeling a perverse sense of joy in seeing them.&nbsp; She got a few strange looks from those people not used to seeing her tye-dye clad self running around here, and dismissed them with pride.<br>&nbsp; She was feeling Euphoric, and she knew it.&nbsp; A dangerous place to be, as she resisted an urge to wave to a man whom she knew for a fact was not only a killer, but a rival meth-lab junkie.&nbsp; He seemed to smirk a bit as she walked past, and she took that to note for later, too happy to care what he might be up to.<br>&nbsp; She found a man who sold Heroin, and came up to him.&nbsp; She wasn't interested in the heroin, however, and instead asked for several kinds of candy.&nbsp; The dealer was a tall, scraggly looking sort in a brown leather coat, and gave her a curious look before he finally relented.&nbsp; Carey had that effect on people, in this state.&nbsp; She bought two packs of Hot-Tamales, three bags of skittles and a fun-size of peanut M&amp;Ms from him, for the price of a gram of heroin.<br>&nbsp; "A pleasure doing business with you.." the man sneered.<br>&nbsp; "Red-34..."&nbsp; Carey cackled in response, moving away, leaving a man used to selling to junkies and addicts looking a tad confused.<br>&nbsp; Carey blabbered to herself as she walked, muttering about petroleum, kavu-kavu, mahi-mahi, mustard grounds and several complicated chemical compounds that would make professional chemists turn their heads, shortly before ducking them below whatever safe structures might be nearby.<br>&nbsp; The knot was loosening: a problem she addressed by undoing it and re-tying it, during which she inadvertently flashed a good deal of people.&nbsp; As she resumed her pace, a few of these began to move after her, tracking the oblivious tye-dye girl as she wandered, apparently&nbsp; aimlessly, back towards the apartment complex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryan</strong> on <strong>03-08-2012, 01:36:09</strong>
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				Gabe stood around for a while, shouting at the top of his lungs every 5 seconds or so.<br><br>At the sound of a voice from above, he startled, cursing in Spanish and glanced up, seeing the crazy chemist of apartment C4 hanging out the window.<br><br>"I can't even work a computer, Parnassus!" he yelled back with an excitable grin on his face. "Hope you got some good stuff cooking today, I got paid a pretty penny last night," he called out to her.<br><br>Gabe liked the good Dr. Parnassus. He bought from her occasionally, when he had the money. She produced good quality merchandise but for the caliber of narcotics she provided, the prices were naturally (and rightfully) high. The doc was a little...tweaked in Gabe's opinion but he was not one to judge others. After all, he had his own issues, his own insanely wild mood swings.<br><br>After a few moments, the sheet-clad chemist disappeared inside again so Gabe returned to waiting. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his slightly agitated hyperactivity coming out in the form of frenetic body movements.<br><br>When Nette finally made an appearance - the second woman in the last 15 minutes to mysteriously appear and startle him - he tensed for just a moment. Then he span on his heel (rather gracefully for a jumped up junkie) and stalked towards the raven haired girl.<br><br>Gabe plucked the cigarette from between Nette's lips and took a long drag before placing it back between the plump soft pink flesh of her lips. He stared at her for a few moments, caught off guard by her beauty before he shook himself out of it, a lost look crossing his face before he hardened his features.<br><br>"This is what's up," he muttered, tugging the collar of her shirt and pointedly revealing part of a darkening bruise by her shoulder.<br><br>"You've got to stop letting them use you as a punching bag, Nette!" he gestured wildly as he spoke, wincing when the movement jarred his ribs. "What am I gonna do when you get seriously hurt and we can't afford a hospital?" Gabe's force was stern as he carefully wrapped an arm round his throbbing ribs, but a look of pure concern clouded his usually bright eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 04:47:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone <br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie sat on the benches outside McDonald's, nursing her lukewarm coffee. It had been a shit morning, a shit night, and a shit day to come she could already tell. So the splurge on coffee didn't make her feel terrible this morning. She needed the pick-me-up, even if it meant that breakfast was going to be in liquid form this morning. Her stomach grumbled in response to that thought and with an almost impish, child-like attitude she growled back at it. "Oh shut up, you." <br><br>The day her stomach answered her back she was going to seek professional help. Hell, if any of the inanimate objects she was so found of rambling off to decide to talk back to her, she might just enjoy it. Sure, she'd be bat-shit crazy, but at least she wouldn't feel so fucking alone. <em>I need a smoke.</em> The impulse to spend her last few bucks on a pack of cigarettes was excruciating, but she practically forced herself to stay seated. The Wawa across the street was looking more and more tempting by the moment and in response she twisted her feet around the bar of the bench, almost losing her balance, but effectively making her mind focus more on trapping herself there. <br><br><em>No cigarettes. Think...where's the spot today?</em> Not like she'd found one yesterday and her first choice this morning had been worthless. She was running over everything that had gone wrong at the gas station earlier that morning when a compact, silver convertible squealed to a stop, a good few car lengths past the drive-thru window. The top was down and the blond woman, in her tennis outfit, sunglasses, and ponytail, practically leaped out of the car, slamming the door behind her and holding that well known white bag in her hand. She had crumbled the top of it in her fist, the 'M' twisting into an odd shape that looked like jagged teeth. Within a few seconds, her perfect little behind had stormed into the restaurant, leaving the engine running and the top down.<br><br>Instinct and adrenaline were Frankie's best friends. The emotions that filled her pushed her beyond reason, beyond good sense, and straight into opportunity. She was tiny, normal, and completely forgettable most days. So with careless ease she stood, walked across the sidewalk and leaned into the car. There on the floor of the passenger side was the purse, a small Gucci thing. It was in her hand and then in the large pocket inside her father's hunting jacket in moments. Her pace barely broke and raising the coffee to her lips, she sipped at it unhurriedly as she headed for the Wawa. <br><br>She had just passed the gas pumps when the little convertible sped by, some country song blaring from the radio..."How dare you? I miss you..." Frankie smirked as she shoved the door open and made her way to the bathroom off to the side of the store. <em>Bet you will miss it, lady.</em> She snapped the door shut on the first stall, squatting down onto the seat and pulling the purse from her pocket. She flipped the lid open on the bin for women's sanitary leftovers and sorted out the mirage of items in the tiny bag. Wallet - cash, gift cards for Barnes and Nobles, gas card, Giant discount card, all keepers and all went back into the jacket pocket. The credit cards, the license, and the photos of two pale-skinned, toe-headed boys went into the receptacle, wrapped up in toilet paper. Pair of earrings, white envelope from the bank with $80 bucks still in it, two pens, a pack of Juicy Fruit, and <em>Thank you God!</em> a pack of Marlboro cigarettes - all went into her jacket. "I love you, lady." The empty purse and wallet were put into her pocket as well, they'd make a good trade later.<br><br>At the counter, Frankie bought a Monster Energy drink and a blueberry muffin. She stepped back out into the sunlight, lit up a cigarette and smiled the whole way home, singing out her own little country tune, in gratitude to the nice lady with the menthol smokes..."It's a great day to be alive...I know the sun's still shinin' when I close my eyes...there's hard times in the neighborhood, but why can't every day be just this good?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 11:31:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn100/shaggypoofypony/Loveliness/alex-pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row, Apartment 5D, Mc Donalds.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette, Gabe, Frankie<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 am<br><br>Business was done and he pleasure was over too, but Kale didn't really mind that too much. Nette had to go deal with Gabe now, and Kale was feeling quite hungry. He could use the money he had just earned from Nette to get something to eat. Seeing as he didn't have much back at home. Dressing himself Kale made his way out of the apartment heading outside. He saw Nette and Gabe in front of her.&nbsp; "Sup Gabe," he said as he passed Nette giving her a quick look and then walked steadily back to his home grinning as he thought back on the sex that had just happened between Nette and himself. It was definitely something that he would remember for the rest of his life. Opening the cabinet he stashed the heroin, and headed back out to the Row. <br><br>Hands inserted in to his hoodie and hood over his head Kale slowly started walking towards the Mc Donalds only a few minutes away in walking distance. "Yo! Kale." A man's voice called out to him, and with that the sound of trampling footsteps followed. Kale turned to face the man who he had dealt to before, and knew it was jut a customer. It was just Sam trying to get a fix, and for him Kale only charged him five bucks for point seven. This guy needed more help than he did, and Kale wasn't ashamed to hep him. "Here you go man," the two exchanged money for the desired good, and parted their ways. Reaching in to his pocket he pulled out his rolling papers and a small sack of weed. IT had already been broken down, and that made it easier to roll. Returning the sack to his pocket, then pulling out his lighter Kale ignited the white boy. <br><br>Leaving the Row he headed west the red M a clear sign that he was getting closer. His intoxicated state was also part of the reason that he was hungry, and not having eaten for several hours. Kicking a rock on his way there he found some entertainment in it, but after several kicks the rock finally headed in a direction he hadn't been going in. Kale hadn't been paying attention though, and when he looked up he was only a short ways away from McD's. The rock had turned out to be helpful. Seeing a girl walking the opposite direction he turned and thought for a moment. "Hey umm," he didn't know her name so he didn't want to offend her by calling her you. Kale walked towards Frankie slowly, "You're from the Row, right?" He asked hopping he hadn't gotten her confused with someone else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 12:52:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale, and anyone else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie was still singing as she unwrapped her muffin. She took a big bite and mentally switched songs. "Roll with it baby, make it your career..." she sang between bites. When a voice interrupted her little serenade, she gasped, choked on her muffin and began coughing. Her hazel eyes were wide as she hacked and spit pieces of muffin onto the pavement. <em>Great...wonderful first impression...</em>, she thought as the coughing finally subsided long enough for her to look up at Kale and blush a bright, fiery red. <br><br>"Yeah...um...yeah I got there a few weeks ago." A few weeks in the Row and no one had really noticed her yet, except Robbin her roommate, or Robbie as she had taken lately to being called. For whatever reason Robbie liked the fact that there were two chicks with guy names in the same room. She was a nice girl, but her hours kept her away normally when Frankie was actually home. Frankie's "job" pretty much demanded she be out during the day, when people like the lovely lady from earlier were out and roaming. Robbie's job...well she was needed more when the sun was down and the John's were out. <br><br><em>I could never do that...</em> Not the first time she'd thought it, but Robbie seemed to go home with her pockets full and a smile on her face. She'd be grinning even wider when Frankie brought her the purse...in exchange for a few Scooby Snacks later. It was a good day, she should celebrate. Besides, she hadn't even touched the stuff since before she got to the Row, only mentioning it the other day when, and thank God for Robbie, she'd told Frankie she could get the stuff easily from one of her Johns. <br><br>At the moment though she should be focused on the guy who'd approached her. He was young and blond and she had no idea what his name was. "I'm Tab- ahem Frankie. I'm Frankie." She nodded her head and popped another bite of muffin into her mouth. Holding it up, she bobbed her head in its direction, "Sale at Wawa...only 50 cents." <em>Why don't you just talk about the weather, dumbass.</em> "Anyway...so who are you? Like, I've seen you, but I'm shit with names." <em>And we've never spoken, so...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 21:13:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgs.mi9.com/uploads/3d/4675/free-beautiful-girl-with-blue-eyes-at-night-wallpaper_422_83895.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 5D, The streets of the row... On her way out.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie; Kaleb<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br><hr><br>Jade was staring blankly out of the window, keeping her thoughts to herself as her eyes traced the clouds in the morning sky. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and slipped into her favorite jacket before sliding out the door. She placed her hands in her pockets as her black heels clicked against the floor, making her way out the main door and out into the sunshine. Her fingers wrapped around an object in her pocket, pulling out the sun glasses and placing them on her face as she looked up at the sky. A slight smile pulled at the right corner of her mouth, quickly disappearing as she turned left down the road and began walking.<br><br>She had no real destination at the moment, but she did know that she was leaving the row for a few hours. Today was the day she had designated as 'steal for fun' day. There were a few stores she had her eyes set on, but she wasn't quite sure which one she was going to hit this month. She could feel a small hand gun strapped to her right hip under the jacket, and a blade clipped to her left. Her pace was even, clicking rhythmically against the concrete pavement of the path she was walking on.<br><br>A little while later, she was leaving the Row and entering the city limits. Eyes scanning the area around her, she spotted two people talking a little while away. One female, the other male... The girl with the muffin was unfamiliar but she recognized the guy to be Kaleb. <em>Interesting. I wonder who the chick is.</em> She thought to herself with interest. Pausing, she leaned against the nearest building's wall and watched. Too far to hear, but she wasn't interested in what they were saying just yet. It was a habit of hers to study the movements of others and judge them based on said movements, but so far what she was seeing didn't threaten her in the least. Crossing her arms, a slight smile curled the edges of her lips as she watched in silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 21:31:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gabe<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 A.M.<br><hr><br>Nette watched with a frown as Gabriel approached her, stealing her cigarette for a few puffs before placing it delicately back where it belonged... between full, soft lips. It wasn't the smoke-stealing that bothered her, though. It was the way he walked, and the way he tried to cover up the obvious pain he was in. When his hand grabbed her turtleneck and pulled it down to expose one of the bruises, her own long digits lifted and slapped his hand away. "Oh piss off, will ya, Gabe? You're no one to talk about what I chose to do with my body. I mean look at you!" <br><br>She gestured at him, specifically at his ribs. "What happened this time, huh Gabe? Customer get greedy so you decided to take on someone three times your size again? And then what, you come home and get high? Really? Are you <em>trying</em> to make it impossible to take you to the ER without getting busted?" She looked less than thrilled, her eyes angry and hurt. Yes, she knew she was being hypocritical... having gotten the tar knocked out of her and then come home to not only shoot up, but have some of the hottest, most incredibly thrilling sex she'd had in a long time. Her inner walls clenched at the thought, the memory of Kale driving himself in to her over and over again enough to momentarily forget that Gabriel had the audacity to yell at her for doing whatever it took to stay alive. <br><br>The movement of Gabriel's arm wrapping around his ribs is what brought her back to the present and she sighed all over again, rolling her eyes and leaving her cigarette perched between her lips as she moved closer to him, grabbing the arm that was wrapped around him and pulling it out of the way before her other hand was trying to tug his shirt up, wanting to see the damage. "Come on, let me see," she mumbled. She sounded pissed, but the look in her blue eyes said she was afraid... she was always afraid when Gabriel came home banged up. He was her savior... he was stronger than she was, in every way possible. What was she supposed to do when her super hero got hurt? Every time he got in a fight, her heart restricted painfully and she wanted to lash out. <br><br>She wanted to yell and scream... to throw things and just in general be angry at the world. But she couldn't do that... Gabe needed her to be strong. Needed her to be calm and collected like she always was, or they were both doomed. Perhaps they already were, but she would never admit that. Not to him. And especially not to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 21:47:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn100/shaggypoofypony/Loveliness/alex-pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row, Apartment 5D, Mc Donalds.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie, Jadaria<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 am<br><br>Kale didn't meant to startle the girl and when she started choking he just felt awkward. Their eyes connected as Frankie recovered and looked at him, "You going to be okay?" He asked kindly. His stomach started to talk to him at that very moment, and small hint of blush could be seen on his cheeks. It was loud enough for both Frankie and Kale to hear. He shook his head a bit and then focused back on Frankie, "I'm Kaleb but you can call me Kale." He extended his hand to Frankie for a proper greeting, "Nice to meet you Tab Frankie," Kale let out a small chuckle though he really didn't find his joke funny well maybe a little. <br><br>"Welcome to the Row by the way, but I don't think it's not exactly the best place to be welcomed to." Kale put his hands in to the pockets of his hoodie and fiddled with the marijuana that sat in its sack. He wasn't sure but something was a bit awkward about this conversation, and started to think he was making it awkward. That wasn't the case though and after looking around he saw his neighbor Jade in the distance. <em>Is she watching us?</em> Kale thought to himself. He raised his hand to wave to Jade and then looked back at Frankie with a small smile. <br><br>"Well I'm about to get some food at Mc Donalds, if you want to join me I could tell you the dos and the don'ts about the Row, by the way you probably have seen me standing in front of apartment 5. I'm a drug dealer and that's my place of business." Kale should be on the grind today, but due to recent events the grind would just have to wait. Of course money never slept so if he wanted to he could just hustle all night and make up for lost time. "Well only if you want to, but I have to get something to eat, so I'll catch you around if I don't see you in there." Kale smiled at Frankie and then turned to head to Mc Donald's. <br><br>Opening the door Kale embraced the A/C as if it were the wind of the gods, hell was taking over outside and in the Row mostly everyone was miserable from it. It wasn't even noon yet and it was already eighty degrees out. Approaching the counter Kale spoke "Let me get a number six and make it a large." Mr. Bigshot blowing money like he had it. Awaiting his food he filled his cup half with Dr. Pepper and the rest with Fruit Punch HiCi. "Sausage egg and cheese Mc Griddle with a hash brown?" Kale heard the woman call out his order and picked it up. Walking toward the back and sat down. He didn't hesitate to start eating, but before he did the hash brown had to be part of his meal. Taking the first bite he was in heaven. The Mc Griddle and the Mushroom Swiss sandwich were his favorite from the fast food restaurant. <br><br>Taking a drink from his cup he sat back and let out a silent burp. He started to ponder on what Gabe and Nette were doing and if they were arguing again. He thought mostly about Nette but he did feel a bit of concern for Gabe. He didn't look so healthy when Kale saw him both times. The life of a prostitute was dangerous and Nette and Gabe were living proof of that. Kale had been a dealer since he could remember, and only maybe five or six times he had to fight someone who tried to screw him. He had came out on top every time because his clients were mostly junkies, and more than likely very distorted from when ever they decide to buy from Kale to actually meeting him. Kale shrugged the thought off and continued to eat his food. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 05:24:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale, and anyone else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie stretched out her hand to shake Kale's, shaking her head in the affirmative that she was fine, sure. Just awkward, clumsy, and easily startled it seemed. Oh, and she sucked at small talk. <em>Well this was going well...</em> When he called her Tab Frankie she scrunched her face up in disgust. "Just Frankie..." she began, until she noticed he'd turned to wave to a woman who was leaning against the wall a good distance from them. "A friend of yours?" The girl looked familiar as well, but Frankie had seen too many people coming and going from the Row to be sure if that's where she'd seen her. She was terrible with names, but not half bad with faces at least. <br><br>So there she was debating whether she actually recognized the woman and from where, almost missing Kale asking her if she wanted to join him for breakfast. Every rule in her book said she should be getting away from the scene of her last little sticky fingers, but she had enough to splurge on a sandwich and she could use someone to tell her the ins and outs of the Row. It had been amazing enough for her to find the place and that alone was thanks to Robbie. <br><br>For a whole hour she'd stood on the same corner as Robbie, dancing from one foot to another and looking about as out-of-place as a person could be. Robbie had finally approached her, and Frankie could still remember the stern tone she used. "This place ain't for you, hun. Go home." Frankie had welled up then, tears streaking down her cheeks. She'd failed miserably at her last few attempts at pickpocketing and she was starving. Robbie managed to look even more surprised by the tears than Frankie was as shedding them. By the end of that night, they had learned enough about one another to become almost friends and Robbie had taken her to the Row. <br><br>Frankie plopped the last bite of muffin into her mouth, stashed the energy drink in one of the large pockets of her jacket and nodded. "Yeah, breakfast sounds good." She followed behind him, pondering over his blatant comment about being a drug dealer. Not that that wouldn't be useful, but she was far too shy to come out and ask him for 'E'. Robbie at least she could handle asking. The girl had found out about Frankie's little addiction purely by accident, walking in early one night and finding Frankie rolling balls, sitting in the corner of her bed and petting some stray cat with a big ass grin on her face. Frankie had little recollection about that night, but supposedly she'd attempted to get Robbie into bed with her. <em>'E' brings the whore out in everyone...</em> So was Kale an option, yeah sure, but she wasn't about to head down that road.<br><br>She ordered her sandwich, a sausage McGriddle, and took the wonderful smelling little bag back to the table Kale was at. Pulling the chair out, she flipped it around and straddled it, leaning over the backrest to unwrap her sandwich. "These things are so freakin' good..." She smiled over at Kale, stuffing her face and waiting for him to give her the rundown on her new 'home'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 15:02:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn100/shaggypoofypony/Loveliness/alex-pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: Mc Donald's, heading back to the row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie, Jadaria<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:15 am<br><br>"Alright so in the Row life can change at the drop of a hat. One minute you could be minding your own business and the next minute your door could be getting kicked in by someone you never even met before," Kale spoke of his personal experience of course. Though he wasn't trying to scare Frankie just make her aware of things. Taking another bite from his sandwich Kale nodded in agreement that it in fact was delicious or "good" as Frankie had put it. He smiled back at Frankie who like him might have a positive outlook on life despite living in the Row. <br><br>"Second thing." Kale said then picked up his drink to take a quick swig of delightful mixture. "Be careful who you trust. Some people are sketchy as fuck and others might fuck you over just to make a quick buck." Though his words were true Kale might be just giving Frankie the wrong idea about him, but that remains to be unknown for now. He didn't know Frankie either and for all he knew she could be someone that would fuck him over in the long run or tomorrow perhaps. Kale on the other hand wasn't exactly too worried about it. Getting fucked over seemed to be part of Kale's life anyways so if it happened it was nothing new to him. After finishing his sandwich Kale crumbled up the wrappings and sat it back down on the table. "Oh, third thing personal possessions are best hidden. If it looks profitable well all I can say is there are plenty of thieves where we live." Kale chuckled to himself thinking back to Jade who was standing outside watching them some time ago. She was a thief but if she had ever stolen anything from Kale he didn't know about it. <br><br>"The list goes on and on, but those are some basics." He said then knocked on the table which was made of wood, something he did out of superstition. "Shit I forgot that one," Kale leaned in a little close to Frankie with a tense face as he spoke it came out as a soft whisper, "Know how to defend yourself, anything can be used as weapon if need be." Kale didn't want to scare the girl out of the Row but so much fucked up shit happens every day you just never know when or what to expect it. He leaned back and finished his drink. Stretching a bit as his stomach was partially satisfied Kale made his way to his feet. "Good pep talk," talking casual as if everything he had said was something no one should take to heart. Walking over to the trash can he dumped his tray, and then refilled his drink adding more ice for the walk back. He approached Frankie now standing her side, "I'm heading back now, but if you have any questions I'll try my best to answer them." <br><br>Other than selling weed Kale couldn't answer much he wasn't the smartest guy, but he wasn't the dumbest either. Nor had he given advice to many people in his life before either. Frankie was a young face in the Row and Kale just didn't want things to go wrong for her anytime soon or ever. Drinking from his cup he made his way back outside in to the heat, and did not think twice about putting his hood up to block the sun from his eyes. Stowing one hand in his pocket oh yes it was time to inhale some good marijuana smoke. Kale's hand moved inside of his pocket maneuvering around as if he was trying to find something that obviously wasn't in his pocket. That wasn't the case though, a cop had been sitting outside of Mc Donald's and jail time wasn't something Kale was looking forward to facing. After getting a few yards away from the cop he pulled half decent white boy out of his pocket, and placed it lightly between his lips. Thankful his light had been in his left pocket Kale continued to use his free hand and lit his vises. Inhaling a strong pull Kale let a good portion of the smoke roam from his mouth only to be swallowed back in to his lung with precise timing and skill. He spaced himself away from Frankie not knowing if he would bother her with his illegal activities in broad daylight.<br><br>"So where're you from Frankie?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 15:59:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/8000000/Eye-wallpaper-eyes-8027370-1024-768.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Outside McD.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale, Frankie<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br><hr><br>Jade's eyes followed the two into the building that she had visited earlier that morning, rotating her body so that her back was against the wall. She was tempted to follow them into the building but decided it would be better for him to get the girl settled into the Row before introducing herself. It was uncharacteristic of her to talk to others before being spoken to, but this girl had sparked her interest. Newer members usually did. So shrouded in black with her sunglasses on, Jade closed her eyes and tilted her face in the direction of the sky. <br><br>A little while later, she heard the sound of the doors so she opened her eyes. It was Kale, and the other girl was following beside him. Pushing away from the wall, she walked calmly and quietly in their direction, circling in a way to keep her out of sight until she was behind them. "So her name is Frankie?" She asked, walking up beside Kale and slipping a light hand in his pocket. Naturally there was a wad of cash that she snuck a few bucks from. Not enough to alert him, but no real gain either. After determining that he hadn't noticed, she held the bills up for him to take back. "You should pick a better place for your cash." She added, handing them out for him.<br><br>"So, which area of the Row are you moving into... Frankie, right?" She asked, shifting her sheilded eyes to the girl. Sliding off the glasses, she slipped them into her pocket allowing the saphire orbs to take in the air openly. The new light caused her to blink a few times but she didn't cringe from the beams. "I'm Jadaria, but most know me by Jade. Feel free to shorten it how you like, I've heard Jade, Aria... Ada.... Ari... Ri..... The list goes on." She rolled her eyes but returned her gaze to Frankie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 04:22:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale and Jade and anybody else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie lost her appetite about half-way through what Kale jokingly called his "pep talk". She sat silently and listened, taking small bites of her sandwich. By the end of it, he was chunking his trash in the bin and she was wrapping up her, mostly uneaten, sandwich and stuffing it into her pocket. "So basically, don't get attached to my door. Don't trust anyone. People are going to steal my shit more often than I steal theirs. Oh...and keep a ready supply of random bullshit around to beat people in the head with." She said it all with her crooked little smile and tossed him a thumbs up. "I think I got it."<br><br>She was just getting to Kale's question, when the girl approached them. "Oh...here and there..." she started, never one to out-and-out say where exactly she came from. It wasn't likely she'd meet any old neighbors around here, but any more her "here and there" was more honest than not. She'd traveled a good deal in the last few months, had seen some interesting places, had escaped from some as well. Following him out into the sunlight, she squinted for a moment. <em>Really need to get some shades...like her's.</em> Her attention had been drawn to a girl making her way over to them. She seemed confidant in a manner Frankie would never be able to imitate. <br><br>Frankie nodded as the girl said her name, slightly startled at how quietly the girl had come up behind them. "Yeah...um, Frankie." She watched in silent amusement as the girl waved bills in Kale's face. <em>Yep...confidant.</em> "Jade sounds good," she figured, after the girl gave her an entire list of options. "I'm in 3C, with Robbie. You know her?" She had gotten the feeling from Robbie that she didn't spend much time socializing on the Row. And why bother? Her clients weren't there, she slept with her dealer...there was nothing much she needed from the Row besides a place to crash like a vampire when the sun came up. Those two would never keep the same hours, so it was relatively amazing they had anything close to a relationship themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>Frankie reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and inhaling deep. <em>God bless menthol.</em> Mentally she was running through her options. <em>Go back to the Row with these guys...or head over to that high school you passed earlier. Soccer season's in and all those preppy kids leave their backpacks laying out on the bleachers. Wouldn't be hard to nab one of them, take it home. Maybe she'd find some shades...</em> They turned a slight corner and the sun shone brighter in her eyes, settling her decision. With a curious look towards Jade, she considering telling the girl her plan. It'd worked well in the past and maybe it'd be an easy way to make a friend.<br><br>"I think I'm going to head down that way. Passed a school earlier...might be some...opportunities for a girl like me. You wanna go along, Jade?" She laughed for a moment, "Make it some girl time." Of course, the girl was probably a better thief than Frankie was, but maybe she could use a little luck today. Frankie took another puff off her cigarette. <em>I seem to have a bit of luck to spare...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 20:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.alphacoders.com/291/thumb-2912.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br><strong>Location</strong>: McD, outside of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie; Kale<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br><hr><br>"Frankie. Cute name." Jade replied with a nod, slipping her sunglasses back onto her face before the stronger beams had a chance to blind her. She didn't even blink as the money was ripped from her hand, just a slow turn of her head to look at Kale. "I wasn't going to keep it. I have no use for your money." She added, pointing at the glasses on her nose. "I already have what I need." She smiled then turned her attention back to Frankie.<br><br>"The school, huh?" She went silent for a moment, her steps slowing in thought. "Yeah sure, why not." She shrugged, noting the way the girl squinted in the sun. "Let me guess. Looking for some glasses?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "How skilled are you in the art of thievery?" Her features had become more and more serious as the conversation continued on, especially when her profession was the topic. She took stealing as seriously as an artist would their art. Many people considered stealing from others a crime and a petty one at that, but to Jade, it was an art that took a long time to master. As good as she had become at it, she was always finding ways that she could be more efficient and graceful in the act. <br><br>After a moment, Jade realized she had drifted off in her thoughts. Shaking her head she returned her attention back to the girl for the hundredth time. "Actually, may I see your hands?" She asked, holding out her own palm up to show Frankie how she wanted to see them. It was her belief that you could tell a whole lot about somebody by their hands. The lengths of the fingers, how soft the skin was. Just the movement of the muscles under the skin. What she was looking for were specific features that were considered artistic features, characteristics that were known to give musicians an advantage with their instruments and painters with the precise stroking from the wrist. Usually she wasn't one to go around asking to see people's hands in the Row, but this girl had peaked her interest. The least she could do was pay attention to her. <em>And perhaps, I might make a good ally out of this.</em> One could say that ally was the closest that anyone could get to being a friend. Not many knew why she refused the term friend but they never seemed to ask about it either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 23:39:35</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn100/shaggypoofypony/Loveliness/alex-pettyfer.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Kaleb Richards<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row APT 5B<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie, Jade, <br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th <br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:15 am<br><br>Jadaria was a thief it's what she did, and well Kale accepted that. Except for when she would steal from him but playfully. He knew she would be playing around but still it was his money she was toying with. "It's all good Jade," he let it go this time and then looked over at Frankie. "It was nice meeting you Frankie," he smiled to the young girl as he waved them both off. "Don't get in to too much trouble, he yelled as the trio's distance between them grew bigger.<br><br>Back in to the Row Kale had to figure out on how to make up lost time, or possibly just go take a nap. He hadn't produced a single thing today, and honestly he could care less. Sex with a woman and a half way decent meal could do that to a person apparently.&nbsp; He thought back to Nette and remembered that she was in fact that short of a person. Still Kale was blown away by her talent. Reaching his apartment building Kale decided he would go see Amy and her mother. They were his roommates for the most part considering the wall between their apartments had a huge hole in it. "I'm home," Kale said then heard a pair of feet rushing towards him. <br><br>It was Amy, and she was excited to see him. Amy loved smoking marijuana but more importantly she loved smoking it with Kale. He watched as she crawled through the hole and ran up to him smiling. Hugging her they both sat on the couch and started smoking, "Mommy's on the job so can I stay with you until she gets here," Kale finished rolling the joint and lit it. "Of course Amy," he handed her the small blunt and then leaned back against the couch. Which was half way decent but still a shit sandwich just not a soggy one. He began to drift off instantly but Amy woke him instantly and gave him back the joint. "Sorry Amy I'm just that tired." He shrugged and kept smoking with her while attempting to keep his head up. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>07-08-2012, 23:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: McDonald's, slightly out of the Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kale and Jade and anybody else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie squinted her eyes at Jade and cracked a smile, "Is it that obvious?" She'd had a pair of shades, and clumsy person that she was, had sat down on them last week when she'd left them laying on her mattress. Not owning much of anything meant that breaking something sucked worse than usual. <em>Need a nice girly bag...and with a little luck, I'll find me some shades.</em> In her mind she went over how it would go, walking past the bleachers where the bags tended to be lined up, reaching a quick hand through the gaps in the rows of seats, snatching a bag, tossing it over her shoulder, and that was it. Out of there! All the kids playing would be off in the field anyway, so unless there were some freaking super soccer mom's out there to watch their kid's practice, she should be fine. The only saving grace was that it was a high school, so most of these kids didn't have mommy and daddy out there to babysit and make sure the couch was being nice to their superstar athletes.<br><br>When Jade asked to see her hands, Frankie raised an eyebrow in question and shrugged. She placed her cigarette between her lips and held her hands out. They were small, with long fingers that would have been well suited for piano playing, something she'd enjoyed doing when she was younger. The nails were clipped and clean, but without any polish or such nonsense. There were few frills about Frankie and those one might find were there completely by accident. Her wrists were thin, with a simple black hair tie pushed over one of them. <br><br>She turned her hands palms up, looking at them herself. They were pale and soft. There was really nothing that special about them at all. They were hands. "What exactly are you looking for?" Her drug of choice didn't leave marks on her and she hadn't been smoking long enough to have the yellowish tobacco stains on her fingertips quite yet. So she stood there in the parking lot, hands up for Jade's inspection, confused and finding the whole thing a little weird, or at least funny. <br><br>A smile broke across her mouth as Kale told them to stay out of too much trouble. "Always," she called back. "You too." He'd been a nice guy, even with all his doom and gloom warnings about the Row. Oh he was probably right on all counts, but that left her with the decision of whether or not she should be trusting him either. Or Jade for that matter. What if she was about to break her hands or something? Get rid of competition? <em>That's ridiculous. Stop being paranoid.</em> But was there competition like that on the Row? She wasn't certain, but she really didn't think they'd really be interfering with one another that badly. Hell, she'd just invited Jade to come along with her on her little steal from the rich escapade. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 17:58:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the school<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br><hr><br>Jade took Frankie's hand gently in her own, pushing her glasses up onto her head with her free hand. The deep blue orbs studied the limb closely for a moment before she looked up to meet the girl's gaze. "Not to sound weird and completely creeptastic, but you have beautiful hands." She smiled before slapping her palm down onto Frankie's with a sly smile. "But what idiot just willingly hands over their most important feature of the body? Not counting the head of course, but do you understand what I'm talking about?" She genuinely laughed for the first time in a very long time, bringing cramps to her sides as she doubled over in her laughter. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Jade returned to her usual care free stance as she replaced the glasses on her face.<br><br>"You are going to do just fine around here if you can keep in mind one thing and one thing only." She continued, starting to walk down the road again. "Personalities. The first thing you should know is that the way people act to complete strangers is different than their usual personality. Most of the time any way. Take me for example, usually I don't talk to anybody, and glare at those who try to talk to me... But you caught my interest so you have probably noticed by now how childish I can really be." Jade quickly shrugged her shoulders before shaking out her still stinging hand. "I admit, that wasn't my brightest idea." She pouted slightly, distracted by the pink skin of her palm.<br><br>"So, just out of curiosity... What exactly is your plan when you get there?" She asked, pointing in the dirction of the school building. "Because the plan is everything. You mess up and we both get caught. I get caught and you had better watch you back every second of every day for the rest of your life." Her voice changed from being informative to being threatening, her eyes kept straight ahead of her. "Alright?" Of course now her pitch had shot up in tone as if she had never said anything mean and threatening in the slightest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 22:24:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the school<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jade and anybody else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie smiled as Jade looked over her hands and complimented her. She started to say "Thanks", but was cut short by Jade slapping her palm, calling her an idiot, and then breaking out into peals of laughter. Frankie rubbed her palms together briefly, before returning her cigarette to its place between her fingers and flicking ash off into the wind. "Yeah...yeah I get what you're saying." Her hands were important to her. In fact, without them, she might as well grab an old hat and park it on the sidewalk. Cut her pants into denim underwear and stand on the corner again with Robbie. Shoot herself and get it over with. <em>Nope, shooting requires fingers.</em> <br><br>She forced herself back to paying attention as Jade started getting into the "one thing and one thing only". <em>Guess I'll just add this rule to the rest of them,</em> she thought to herself as she nodded enthusiastically. "Personalities. Right." <em>Rules...Enforce the door to the apartment. No one can be trusted. Everyone and their mother are thieves. Get a weapon. Everyone is fake...Christ, I'm screwed.</em> Frankie wasn't cut out for this. She didn't go smashing through people's doors, she knocked on them. She didn't make it a habit to lie or be fake with people, in fact, she attempted to just be Frankie. That was freakin' hard enough as it was. <br><br>Jade was still talking and Frankie found herself struggling to catch up for a moment. "I don't glare at anybody...I don't think," she mumbled half to herself, half to Jade. She'd only barely figured out where the conversation was when Jade flipped it on her again. The woman's emotions were flipping about like a ping-pong ball. "Plan? Yeah...yeah I've got a plan." <em>Did she just threaten me? Okay then...</em>She forced a grin and tossed her cigarette butt into the gutter, stepping off the sidewalk and onto the grass that ran the length of the fields at the High School. "See that field, over there?" She pointed down further, where tiny shapes in red and yellow jerseys were running back and forth between a pair of soccer goals. "Soccer practice. They all leave their bags over there by the bleachers," she explained, pointing further away to a few metal bleachers that were directly backed by the sidewalk leading past the school and back in town. <br><br>"Last time I did this, I just got on the sidewalk, walked down there, scooped up a bag and kept walking." She shrugged. "They're too far away to see over here. It's only practice, so no one is sitting up here to watch and the parking lot is all the way on the other side of the field." <em>And I'm young. I look like I belong in this place. I probably could have. I could be running out in that field, kicking a stupid ball around, waiting for my parents to come pick me up and take me home and ask me "Have a good practice? You husslin' out there?"</em> Except none of that had happened and Frankie sucked at soccer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 05:09:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Jadaria Brookes (Jade)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the school<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Frankie<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00ish A.M.<br><hr><br>Jade cracked her neck and looked in the direction that Frankie had pointed in. She was silent as she watched the kids run from one end of the field to the other, kicking a black and white ball towards one of the two goals posted. Her eyes shifted from them to the parking lot, which was mostly empty, and finally to the bleachers. "Okay... I get what you are saying, but from the looks of the parking lot... We still have quite a bit of time before practice is over? Why not take your time with this one. A good thief is fast enough to never get caught, a great thief is smart enough to spend as much time as they wish." She stopped completely, watching the kids run again. "It's a fact that the human eye responds more to quick movement rather than changes over time. These kids are young, which means the majority of them still have extremely sharp eyesight. The more you try to rush things, the more likely you are to fail. Also, take into account that they are high school students. They will notice if you steal something like a cell phone or an ipod so the whole bag might have the cops checking the security cameras." Jade smiled as she pointed to the corner of a building across the street. "There is another one there and a third one there." She pointed each one out before beginning to walk again.<br><br>"The key is to take one item at a time until you have what you want. Exactly what you want. No guessing, no trouble." She offered her advice, pausing as they neared their targets. Slipping beneath the bleachers, Jade took her time locating one of the girl's purses. Slowly she slipped her hand inside the fabrics of the bag and felt around, withdrawing a pair of expensive sunglasses. "What do you think? Here try them on." She handed the shades over to Frankie. "The glass has an amber tint... Not something that I particularly like, but I'm not going to be the one wearing them. You have to like them." She laughed before moving on to one of the boy's bags. It wasn't long before she had gathered a notebook, a few mechanical pencils, a pack of crazy colored pens and a granola bar. She looked pleased with herself as she tucked the smaller objects away in pockets and held the notebook against her chest. "Find anything interesting?" She asked Frankie, turning to look at her new friend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 13:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/awbx3q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tabitha "Frankie" Franks<br><strong>Location</strong>: Walking to the school<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jade and anybody else<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28, 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 (ish) AM<br><hr><br>Frankie’s eyes followed Jade as she pointed out the cameras. “They’re dummies,” she said with a smile. “There’s only one wire running from it. Security cameras need two, one to run it and the other for the actual image.” Shrugging, she followed Jade’s lead. “Either way, you made a good point. I probably should be more careful.”<br><br>Leaning over, she took the sunglasses and slid them over her eyes. “Whatcha think?” The amber lenses were a bit different for her, but anything was better than nothing. She left them on her face while she dug through the nearest bag, removing a Chuck Norris spiral notebook, a few pens, a bottle of Advil…an iPod. “Shit, I’d like to take this…”, she muttered under her breath. Had Jade not been there, she would have, but after her little lecture, she figured she’d have to come back another time on her own. Stuffing it back into the bag, she shoved the few things she’d taken into her pockets.<br><br>“Let’s get out of here.” Frankie was far from happy. She normally left places like this with an entire bag full of stuff. What’d she have to show for it this time? A Chuck Norris folder and some sunglasses. Whoop-dee-do. With a slight growl of frustration, she kicked at a rock on the sidewalk and started to walk back to the Row. <em>Maybe I should be working alone?</em> she thought. "Hey Jade...do you normally work on your own?" <em>How many thieves could there be in the Row anyway?</em> She almost laughed at herself for that thought. It was the Row, most likely, they were all thieves in one way or another. No one would survive there without stealing every now and then. It just happened that this was Frankie's only "occupation". <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryan</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 02:30:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/2eztcma.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Gabe Alvarez<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8AM onwards<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br>Gabe glared when Nette slapped away his hand, gritting his teeth and trying to keep a modicum of calm. Getting angry never worked with Nette and he didn't like being angry with her anyway.<br><br>"What the fuck was I supposed to do, huh?" he muttered, shrugging and gesturing vaguely, "If somebody ain't paying up, I make sure they pay up. I can't help if there was a little collateral damage!" he spoke with common sense, though he didn't comment on the fact that yes, he was high. Nette knew him well enough to expect nothing less by now, surely.<br><br>The young man couldn't help the small whimper of pain when Nette tugged his hand away from his side a little too harshly. He stumbled backwards, suddenly anxious and tried to keep his shirt down so that she wouldn't see. Gabe knew that she would get upset and even more angry at the black and blue state of his ribs and he thought it best if she just didn't see them at all.<br><br>"Nette, really, I'm fine," he spoke calmly, softly as he looked into her eyes, trying to make her believe his words, "It's nothin' too bad, honest, m'just a little stiff," he lifted a hand to cup her face, gently brushing over her cheek with the pad of his thumb.<br><br>"I'm sorry I got mad, mis cielos<sup><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">[1]</span></sup>. I just don't like when you're hurt," Gabe mumbled, biting his lip as he scuffed his sneakers on the ground.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">[1] My skies.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Home of the Hopeless: IC Thread </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>05-09-2012, 05:19:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br><strong>Location</strong>: The Row<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gabe<br><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br><strong>Time</strong>: 8:00 A.M.<br><hr><br>"God, sometimes I swear you're just a big five year old," Nette grumbled as he backed away from her. "Gabriel Alvarez, you will stand still and let me see the damage <em>now</em>, or I'll hit you to figure out how bad it is," she said with a glare, her hands forcing his shirt up until she could see. When her eyes were met with angry black and blue bruising along his ribs, a soft gasp ripped from her lips and for a moment, Nette wasn't sure how to react. It was bad... Not the worst, but bad... <br><br>His hand was on her face... when had that happened? Lifting questioning blue eyes, she looked up at him and the look he gave her was heart breaking. He was trying so hard to keep her from worrying about him, when here he was walking around with ribs that were broken at best, fractured at worst... Tears build in her eyes at the thought and her hands lifted to swipe angrily at them as she tried not to, but eventually broke down and let out a sniffle. "I don't like it when you're hurt either, you know," she muttered at his apology. "What happens if one day I <em>do</em> need your help, and you're too banged up to be there?" she murmured, gesturing at him helplessly and letting his shirt fall back in to place. <br><br>"And you're so strung out right now I can't take you to the hospital even though they're probably broken and even if I have money enough to get you in I don't know how much they'll charge for everything we need and I dunno what we'll do to get you the pain killers you're going to need..." she said in a soft, tearful voice as she fought down the urge to burst in to sobs right in front of him. It was perhaps the worst part about shooting up for her... it made her emotions feel ten time more extreme than they really were and made it near impossible to maintain any sort of self control. Seeming to suddenly snap out of it, her voice was a bit more firm and the quivering the tears always gave it stopped. "You are <em>not</em> working tonight, do you understand me?" she asked, shooting him a glare that dared him to argue with her. "Not a single client or so help me I'll beat you up myself." 
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