ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ
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				Title: <strong>ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 07:14:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tebastian</span></div><div align="center">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/13/bmth-boy-cute-boy-long-hair-oli-sykes-tattoo-Favim.com-104160.jpg)</div><br>Smog clung to the night sky, masking the Heavens with its purple-grey haze. Between his lips was pinched a lit cigarette, the end burning bright red as he took a long drag off it before pulling it from his mouth with forefinger and thumb. A few moments passed and he let the smoke slither out from between his lips in thick tendrils, climbing up over his head as he walked. The night held a chill to it and the collar of his black overcoat kept the biting wind from nipping at his neck. His scent was perfumed with the musk of sex, the subtle scent of a lady's perfume and his own natural scent which was some thing like moss and firewood.<br><br>Sage green eyes lingered on a familiar window that overlooked the city street. The lights were on, though that didn't mean anything as she always, annoyingly enough, left the lights on, even if she was gone. Perhaps that was what had made him angriest, what had hurt the most- never knowing where she was. If she was getting enough sleep, if she was eating proper, if she was even still breathing... Tebastian had no way of telling, unless, of course, she wanted him to. When it was convenient for her. She, on the other hand, didn't have that same problem as she could see whoever and whenever she wanted. It really wasn't fair, to be honest. Though she probably didn't even care to watch over him as he did her.<br><br>Stopping when his eye caught some thing, Tabby's gaze kept on her window, cigarette burning as he watched, as if suddenly caught in a trance. Of course, that bitch would be undressing just as he happened to walk by. He couldn't make himself look away, especially once she was down to bra and panties. Biting his lip, his brows furrowed as he realized that she had probably even planned this, just to see him drool over her like a dog would a raw cut of meat. Naturally, Tebastian felt like a fool having become victim to her little trick.<br><br>He couldn't simply let her play him like that without at least getting in one insult. His eyes found the emergency fire escape and he crossed the street, jumping and pulling it down before climbing up. Up past the elderly lady with her three cats, up past the Asians who constantly yelled at each other and right to her window. "Getting ready for work?" he asked, playing on the fact that she was undressing rather than dressing, "How much do you charge, I might have some spare change to throw away," he said, his eyes moving over her body. Once upon a time, the two worked wonderfully together. She needed sleep and he needed energy, their lovemaking was the perfect cure for their ailments. He would drain her of energy, just enough to make her sleep dreamlessly and she got the peaceful rest she was in dire need of- a break from being the oracle. He would kiss her to sleep as she slipped away, keeping with her until she woke with a lazy grin on her lips. Gods, was he hungry for her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 19:36:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/HaydenPantierre.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/nicole-kidman_4.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Madison Eldridge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5723759#msg5723759)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madison's Home<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Madison lay sprawled on her bed, encompassed by her entire locker's worth of books. It is senior year! Why is there so much homework? With Adele playing in the background, she was currently lording over a book on Probability and Statistics. Her pencil alternated from tapping her chin to tapping the notebook in front of while she read, brow crinkled in confusion. Her blond waves began falling in her eyes as she realized her head was on the verge of collapsing in boredom.<br><br>Her stomach gave a rumble of protest and she realized it must be dinner time. The smell of yum wafted through her doorway, begging her downstairs. Madison hopped up, through her pencil on the bed, and gave into her hunger. She hopped down the stairs, through the dining room, and into the kitchen where her mother stood.<br><br>"I was just about to call you. How do you always know when it's dinner time?" Her mother asks, a teasing smile on her face.<br><br>"I wait for the aroma and follow it like a zombie to flesh," Madison replied simply.<br><br>Madison's mother, Laura, wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Well dinner's on the table, so you don't have to eat me," she said, walking back toward the dining room.<br><br>Madison reacted by sticking her arms out in front of her and applying a blank stare to her face. "Braaaaains!" She exclaimed in a raspy voice as she stiff leggedly chased her mother into the dining room.<br><br>They collapsed in their respective chairs, laughing. They proceeded to eat dinner and converse about the happenings of their day.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 22:39:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Eyja</span></div><div align="center">(http://www.allaboutmodels.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Amanda-Hendrick-01.jpg)</div><br>"Yes," she said, "yes I am," as Tebastian teased her from the window, "but I'm all booked up, I'm afraid." She'd seen him coming, of course. She felt it slightly unfair that he got to use his powers when he liked, and she was stuck with hers, but then, it had never been any other way with her. How could one truly resent their only way of life?<br><br>She walked to one side of the island in her little-used kitchen, standing opposite him, the island blocking his view of her lower half. She bent down for a moment, and then back up, stepping out of her simple black panties. She bent down once more, and then tossed them across the room toward Tebastian.<br><br>"Oh, that is nice," she said, "but I might scuff my knees." She sometimes, for her own amusement, referenced events that hadn't happened yet, and usually, wouldn't ever happen perhaps because she'd mentioned them, but the fact that they were one of the possible set of futures was enough, there was a future where Tebastian didn't bother hiding his desire, and spoke his thoughts. She saw every choice, and every random event. Nobody ever took the perfectly honest route, but for some people, who didn't mind speaking their thoughts, seeing the future, was like a road-map to their thoughts.<br><br>"I'm expecting company," she said, "you weren't planning on staying were you?" All of her questions were rhetorical, but that didn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, most people didn't realize that, or if they did, they didn't care. Having a conversation with her, while trying to understand how it was happening from her point of view was too confusing to bother with.<br><br>With that, she turned away from the window, reaching back to unclasp her bra, and tossing it off to one side as she walked around the corner into her living room.
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				Post by: <strong>boyblue23</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 00:20:11</strong>
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				<div align="center">Paul<br><br>(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)</div><br>He had finished his homework, read a good amount, cleaned his side of the dorm room and now Paul had settled down on his bed near the window and begun to leaf through his father's old bible. The book had been a gift for his graduation, it used to give the young man a load of comfort but more and more often it caused him turmoil. He found that his feelings and the world around him were beginning to contradict some of the answers the book and his father would give. Squinting his blue eyes at the words printed on the thin pages he felt a head ache coming on and finally put the book down.<br><br>Paul looked over to the other side of the room, left an empty mess by his roommate Dale, they never really spoke but Dale was always out partying. Turning his head and gazing down out the window he wondered to himself whether he should go out. If he did, what would he do? Where would he go? Who would hang out with him? He hadn't really made any friends at school, he found himself not really knowing who he was and therefore unable to really befriend anyone.<br><br>In a spur of the moment decision, Paul stood up and started to change out of his clothes. Tossing articles of clothing on to the bed to be dealt with at another time. He walked over to his closet in tight white briefs and quickly pulled on tight jeans, a white polo and a warm blue sweater. He decided that he would make himself get out of the room, walk right down the street and look for something to do. Look for someone to meet. Find a place to be and be in it. Why not? It was about time to figure himself out.
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 11:04:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.images99.com/i99/02/53946/53946.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Mike River<br><strong>Location:</strong> River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>He had just gotten back form the university research labs but his real work had just began, he had heard the news of the failed attempt to get the object of his desire. Mike was not pleased with the current situation at all. So close... yet so far away. He went into his room and laid back in the comfortable chair as he turned on his computer to check the news feed of the events that were relevant to him.<br><br>He pulled out his phone and dialed a few numbers, when the person on the otherside picked up he didn't bother with any formailities. "Found out about the location yet?" He said, his impatient and almost needy.<br><br>"Yes sir." The voice came from the other side, rather nervous. "I'm sending you the location now."<br><br>"Good.." He said. "I want you to gather the best of your men, remember getting the heirloom is our utter most important thing." He said, it looked like something that was going to be easy to do, of course that was counting on having not interventions... something he seriously doubted. Maybe it was about time he took some time off in the labs and actually get in on the action, obviously he was so close to getting it now, and whatever achievement and breakthrough he could make with his studies could wait just a little longer. He already had the essentials to help him. "Meet me tomorrow at my place." He hanged up.<br><br>He opened the gallery to the heirloom on his computer flickering through it a few times through the images and gave a sigh. So full of anticipation. He shut down his computer and went down the stairs of his apartment walking out into neighbourhood for some fresh air. He just needed to be patient, after all he had went through all these years to get to this point, a little more time was all he needed.
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				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 15:29:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freehostedpics.com/hg/arielrebel/pinkdress/pics15.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Lizzie Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Local Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br></div> <br><br>Lizzie stood outside the theater, looking up at the ticket stand and scanning the available movies. The cool night air blew across her body, making her shiver slightly. She should have brought a jacket! Instead she was dressed in a thin pink camisole and darker pink skirt. The black boots with their untied laces contrasted against the very girlish looking ensemble she wore. Her dark brown hair was pulled into pig tails. Absent mindedly she twirled her index finger around the ends of her right pig tail. <br><br>"Boring...boring...bloody...sappy.." she said aloud, her eyes scanning the titles to the movies. Lizzie liked going out to the movies, and usually it was with Tebastian. But today he seemed to have other things to do. Sighing she began to rock and and forth on her heels, undecided on which movie to see. <br><br>Behind her stood a couple. They seemed heavily involved with each other. They whispered little nothings into each other's ears and held hands tightly. Lizzie couldn't help but envy them. They were oblivious to everything around them, and for this one moment everything was perfect. Lizzie then made her decision. She would see something bloody! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 03:53:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/x4hjs5.jpg)</div>[/size] <div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name: Renard De Reve<br>Location: Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Lizzie Cohen, open</strong></div><hr><br>&nbsp;A familiar figure appeared into existence next to Liz, though for anyone else around it might have merely seemed as if he was there all along. Wearing a black hat, black jacket and pants, and a purple shirt, he looked as if he was ready to head to a Vegas show. He was looking at the movie posters as if he had been there the whole time, his hands tucked into his pockets.<br><br>&nbsp;"No Tebastian tonight Liz?" He said cheerily, not looking at her. The Soul Eater didn't like him too much, though Renard didn't have a clue why. Maybe it was because he hung around Mike? Nah, Mike was a pretty cool guy, even with the whole 'destroy humans' thing. Maybe it was his habit of showing up at random and unannounced, the guy seemed to hate things going in an unexpected direction.
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				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 22:03:53</strong>
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				(http://magickalgraphics.com/Graphics/Dark/Gargoyles/gargoyle35.jpg) (http://divaliciousandsogirlie.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/glam_teen.jpg)<br><br>Jade's eyes scanned the world below her perch on the old stone building. It was her favorite place to be for both the view and the many rows of books that she protected. The old stone building was a library, something that was beginning to lose it's popularity among the humans as they became more technilogically advanced. Still there were those that cared for the old art of written words, and those individuals made it their mission to keep this library open for those that might not care so much for it's beauty. She stretched her wings out wide, feeling the muscles pull spread apart with a comforting pop. Her talons hung off the edge of the building's ledge as she sat at attention. Looking to the sky above her she sighed, quickly becoming bored. "Alright as great as these books are, I have read them all but a thousand times. I should look for something to add to my collection." She hissed to herself, a nasty habit that came from hours of standing in one spot alone. She pounced off the ledge, falling a few feet before spreading her wings to catch the light breeze and glide to the floor of an empty alley way. It was there that she cast her spell, then appearing as if she were just another human girl. The strange thing about it was that sometimes she could feel herself stalking about like the creature she was, then there were moments as she was then where she actually felt as if the human girl was her. She couldn't understand it, but it was one of the ongoing mysteries that she was determined to solve. Her dark brown hair fell down in eligant curls to just below her shoulder blades and her blue eyes sparkled with the knowledge of years and years of time alone reading. Her skin was fair and she was a rather beautiful being, but if anything were to stand out about her, it would be her most magnificent eyes. And so she stepped out from the alley and walked down the street in no particular direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 05:30:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/HaydenPantierre.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/nicole-kidman_4.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Madison Eldridge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5723759#msg5723759)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madison's Home<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>After dinner, their tummies stuffed with deliciousness, Madi and her mother remained at the table. Her mother sipped her red wine while Madi played her fork in the spaghetti left on her plate.<br><br>"So, how are you acclimating to your new school?" Laura cocked her head, wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning back in her chair. Madison poked a meatball while she thought. She'd known her mom would be asking this question soon, as she always did every year. What was she supposed to say? Tell her mom the truth? That she was seen as an outcast, coming in during senior year when most everyone had already known each other for years prior? That she walked through the halls guarded, alone, and praying for an end to the day? No, she couldn't tell her mom that. It would just upset her.<br><br>"Fine," Madi said, sitting up with a smile. "It's fine."<br><br>Laura's gaze narrowed, "And your job at the diner? How is that going?" Oh that was great! She was prime age and looks for a good doling of sexual harassment from her boss and the strangers she encountered daily. Madison sighed.<br><br>"That's fine too," she kept the smile.<br><br>Laura had lost her own, though. "Madison, why can't you be straight with me? Why do you have to lie? If school isn't going well, talk to me about it. And you know if that job isn't treating you right, you can quit."<br><br>Damn, she had never been very successful at lying. "Mom, quit worrying. It's my last year of school and I can't quit my job. We need the money."<br><br>"No we don't, Madi. I got that job at the Quickimart and I go in for that second interview at the law firm tomorrow. The doctor's office filing position might not have worked out but I'll find something. I'll make this work," she was pleading with her daughter. Madi knew the sound, though. It was her mom more pleading with herself than with Madi to believe.<br><br>"Mom, seriously. Even with a job as a cashier and a secretary, you still can't afford this house," Madison began.<br><br>"Madison Eldridge!" Uh oh. Her mom's smile was completely gone now. "Do not tell me what we can and can't afford. I will work this out!"<br><br>"Oh what, Mom?" Madison retorted. "Like you did last time? We lost power a month before we left for Grammy's! A MONTH!"<br><br>Laura stood up with such force that she knocked her chair over. "You are excused from dinner! Go to your room young lady!" Laura pointed to the stairs with a stern look on her face.<br><br>"Fine! I don't want to talk anymore anyway!" Madi bolted from the table, up the stairs, and slammed her bedroom door. The sound of the door slamming snapped her out of her anger. A sadness took hold and she looked down at her hands. She was trying hard to keep it together for her mom. She packed her messenger bag with all her school books, changed into her pajamas, hit the lights, and crawled into bed. The coldness of the sheets calmed the tears that threatened to pour. She stared out her window at the stars before finally drifting off to sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 06:03:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tebastian</span></div><div align="center">Location: Eyja's Apartment/Local Movie Theatre<br>Tagged: Eyja, Liz, Renard</div><div align="center">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/13/bmth-boy-cute-boy-long-hair-oli-sykes-tattoo-Favim.com-104160.jpg)</div><br>"What, you didn't see me coming?" he asked with a playful arch of his brow, "Couldn't save an opening for me? Bet you miss your sleep, though I'm sure your <em>master</em> is boring enough between the sheets to make you sleep like a babe. You know nobody can ever do for you what I can," he purred.<br><br>He swallowed hard when she tossed the panties in his direction, then gave a scoff at her words. She could be such a bitch. "Well, that's alright, there's plenty of knees to be scuffed in this city, not to mention with bigger tits and a much more charming presence," he said to her. His eyes rolled over her again, "Nah," he answered her, "I've too much energy to spend my night with somebody as tired looking as you, girly," he said to her.<br><br><em>Bitch,</em> he thought again as she unclasped her bra in front of him like that, his eyes moving over her naked form and feeling her up from where he stood at her window until she vanished around the corner. Tebastian stood there for a moment longer, gulping as he tried to clear his head. Every time he saw her it stung, but he made sure not to let her see how much it hurt.<br><br>He made his way back down the fire escape, his thoughts lingering on her as he continued on his way to meet Liz. Upon finding her, Tabby gave a scowl, seeing Renard with her, "Somebody really should clean up the filth from these streets," he muttered darkly. "Don't you have some child birthday party you need to attend? I'm sure your "talents" would be sorely missed," Tebastian said dryly, "Besides, Liz is busier with more important matters, unless of course you're willing to be of some worth to us..." While Tabby didn't necessarily like nor trust the trickster, he would most certainly bargain in order for an extra hand.
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				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 14:16:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freehostedpics.com/hg/arielrebel/pinkdress/pics15.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Lizzie Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Local Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tebastian, Renard<br></div> <br><br>Liz quickly turned her head to Renard whom always seemed to appear out of no where. "Gah! Jesus, how long have you been there?" She asked, her heart racing in her small chest. Lizzie was much smaller then Renard, and lithe.&nbsp; <br><br>The young girl stepped aside so Renard could join her in line. She had often found the man's presence comforting. He was funny and could be sweet, how ever Tebastian wasn't a fan. She gave Renard a polite smile, the wind blowing wisps of dark brown hair across her face. It appeared the Pig tails hair style wasn't doing its job. Up ahead the line moved as people purchased their tickets.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"No Tebastian tonight Liz?" The trickster had asked her.</em> <br><br>"I'm suppose to meet him later. I think he had to make a small 'stop'." Liz said, knowing fully well that Tebastian was an insatiable creature of lust and desire. The thought made her blush. Although not naive to sex, Liz had not had a chance to experiment with such things. There always seemed more work to be done! <br><br>It was then that she heard Tebastian's voice from behind. He approached with a stride of confidence and power. "Speak of the devil..." Liz said, giggling at the ironic situation. 
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				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 21:31:49</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/x4hjs5.jpg)</div>[/size] <div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name: Renard De Reve<br>Location: Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Lizzie Cohen, open</strong></div><hr><br>&nbsp;Renard looked up, an amused expression on his face. Catching people by surprise was always fun. <strong>"Oh, a couple o' minutes. Bit cold out tonight for just that, ain't it Liz?"</strong> He said, looking down at her with a grin. <strong>"A man wants what he cannot reach. Such a shame, isn't it?"</strong> It wasn't a big secret about his interest in Lizzie, and he often took the chance to flirt whenever he could.<br><br>&nbsp;The trickster grabbed his hat as Tebastian walked up to them, turning around on his heel. <strong>"Oh, no children's parties tonight. Maybe tomorrow, who knows?"</strong> He said with a mock shrug. <strong>"A worth to you, eh? Hmm... Ah, but if I hang around you too much, my pal Mike might get upset. Decisions decisions.... What do you say Liz? Mind me hangin' around?"</strong> He winked at her a smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 22:17:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.allaboutmodels.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Amanda-Hendrick-01.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Eyja<br><strong>Location:</strong>Eyja's Apartment -&gt; River's Apartment (Outside)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mike River<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Eyja didn't bother responding to Tebastian's taunts. She figured she'd won, and didn't need to say anything else. She tried to put him out of her mind as much as possible. He was always there, but seeing him, having him so close, and the possibilities. That his visit to her window could've ended with them together again, so easily, was hard to take.<br><br>She was dressed again quite quickly, and heading out the door, leaving the light on behind herself. She didn't need to worry about running into Tebastian again, unless he wanted to. There were other things on her mind.<br><br>She exited her building the back way, where her motorcycle waited for her. She pulled on her helmet, and swung herself over the seat, snapping shut her visor before taking off.<br><br><hr><br>She pulled up a half block from Mike's Apartment, pulling into a driveway behind another car. The car hadn't moved in three weeks, and wouldn't move again for another two weeks, when a young man and his...boyfriend, would bump the gear-shift into neutral while making out in back seat, making it roll out of the driveway and bump the fire-hydrant, which meant he'd be seen by the neighbour returning home. It wouldn't be a pleasant night, since his conservative grandmother would kick him out of the house.<br><br>She pulled off her helmet, and leaned down to pick up a loose cinder-block. She set it down behind the wheel and pushed it in with her foot. It would save the kid...a year and a half, not bad. She set her helmet on her motorcycle, and left it, knowing full well that nothing would happen to it.<br><br>She walked at a calm pace, but before long she'd caught up with Mike. It was difficult to hide from her, Oracular sight did have its uses.<br><br>"Nice night," she said, coming up beside him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 23:42:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.images99.com/i99/02/53946/53946.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Mike River<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Eyja<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>He fiddled with the phone in his hand, he had found himself talking to it more than people as of the last few years. After all he couldn't be in so many places at the same time, nor did he wish to be, not when orders could be relayed without him actually being present. Something that used to require a spell to do, now doable with a simple few taps on a phone screen.<br><br>He pulled it out and scrolled through the contact list... Ah... the oracle, he should phone her before making the plan move forward, she had been rather helpful to him lately. Though her reasons for it still remained a mystery. <br><br>He was startled to hear her voice. At least she meant no danger to him, he really missed his abilities to sense people before they actually showed up, it gave him more time to prepare. "Evening... we're you able to foresee that I was about to contact you?" He said putting the phone away as he turned to her. It would be a lie to say he wasn't attracted to her, she had a face of angel, though Mike would be hardpressed to say her intentions to be anything but that.<br><br>"I've been able to locate the heirloom, and I plan on making a move to get it." He said. "But you probably already know this. Afterall there's hardly anything that could escape your sight." He reached out with one hand to lightly caress her cheek. "I don't expect the whole thing to be smooth, but it would help if you could tell me of the things that I should look out for. Then maybe afterwards..." He smiled leaning so close to her that his lips nearly brushed against her cheek. "We could relax a little."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>boyblue23</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 01:35:59</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)</div><br>Paul had made his way out of his dorm and onto the main street with no problem. He dug his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and his blue eyes darted back and forth from building to building. He started to wonder to himself what he was doing and why he had even left his room. Strangers passed him left and right and seemed to be staring at him, as if to ask who he was. Paul resisted the urge to seek refuge in the friendly looking stone library, a building in which he spent many of his afternoons reading books full of fantasy and far off places. Words that painted the landscapes of worlds he could never imagine being a part of but pined after none the less. <br><br>The young man looked down and turned away from the familiar and comforting building, he continued to make his way through the streets and avoiding the unfriendly gaze of strangers. It wasn't long before bright light prompted him to look up and find the local movie theater. Small groups of people gathered around the front, looking at the rows of movie titles and posters and weighing their options, just a few feet away there was a line where Lizzie, Renard and Tebastion stood. Paul looked over the many film posters, really having no idea what any of them were, it had been a long time since he'd been out to see a movie. He wondered if he should just pass by or go back home but a feeling in the pit of his stomach told him to say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 16:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://divaliciousandsogirlie.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/glam_teen.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>Jade<br><strong>Location:</strong>Wandering--&gt;Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Paul McDade</div><br>Though she had the ability to see in the dark, it was quite hard to do so on the ground level of this town. The humans weren't nearly as lucky as she and therefore needed tons and tons of light to get around. This bothered her because she knew fully well how this electricity came to light their houses and most just took advantage of something that should always be there. The ignorance of mankind was known to get under her skin from time to time. On this particular night, however, she found herseslf migrating to the place where humans went to learn stories without the bother of a real book. She had been their once before but detested it, and now she was going again to try and figure out what others saw in such activities. It wasn't long before she was jumping in one of the lines standing out front of the movie theater. It just so happened that she had jumped in line behind a familiar face. "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to be Paul McDade, would you?" Ofcourse she knew he was, she never forgot anything she saw, heard, or read and this guy was hard to forget. On normal circumstances she would only talk when speech was needed but she held such respect for those who still visited her library that she couldn't help but say hello. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 01:13:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Eldridge<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Madison’s Home<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening of Day 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br>(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/gerard-butler-9.jpg)</div><hr><br>Moving silently through the dark alley the six foot two inch tall well built older man pulls his wide brimmed black fedora further down to cast his face more in shadow. He moves into the area behind the building housing the mother and daughter. He only glances up at the window where he can see both women enjoying dinner as he is not there to view or stalk them. His gaze does linger on the older of the two ladies briefly but he turns his head away before tears can start to flow from his eyes. He uses all of his senses to make sure there is nobody else is anywhere near them he especially searches for anything unnatural using his unusual ability to sense the unnatural. He is relieved to find that there is only the heirloom in or near their home.<br><br>Leaning against a wall the man settles in to maintain watch over the ladies to make sure none come to do them harm keeping all of his senses on full alert. He is once again looking at the women as they finish their meal this time his gaze is on the younger and his eyes are filled with pride at the beautiful and responsible young woman his daughter has grown into. As their voices are raised in anger he listens intensely. When hears about their financial struggles it breaks his heart as it had been agreed that when he left he would not send them any money to help maintain the secrecy of the relation to him. He had argued against it saying that it could be done at anonymously, but his wife had insisted that she could handle it herself. It really hurts him to discover that she could not. The money that he makes working for the government in the secret and dangerous capacity that does has resulted in being a millionaire several times over and most of that money is setting in banks just collecting interest and his beloved wife and daughter are struggling just to pay the bills.<br><br>Still remaining alert to his surroundings the man pulls out his phone and brings up the internet. A quick search gives him the information as to the owner of the building currently under his watch. He sends a message to his lawyer and gets the process to purchase the property and makes it clear that he will pay well over the current market to get it. Once he owns the building he will have all the utilities included in the rent and if they miss a month or two they will never be asked for the money. Actually they will never be asked for the rent money at all. In the meantime he simply transfers $5000 dollars from one of his accounts into his wife’s checking account along with a message to the bank that it they should say it was some kind of mistake but as it was their fault they will not take it back as their insurance will cover the mistake. Somebody had keyed in the wrong account number and it would be more costly to track down which account it was actually meant for than to simply let them keep the money and correct the other account when the customer brings up the missing funds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 07:08:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Giulia.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Giulia Sirenia Bellini - 'Jules'</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5755111#msg5755111)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Movie Theatre<br><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> <em>Amarilli(Giulio Caccini)</em> - Cecilia Bartoli (http://youtu.be/sG0Hqi8BQYM)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Evening.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">The theatre was more crowded than Jules preferred, yet it was annoyance she dealt with just to see the films.&nbsp; To be more specific - it was the music in the films that generally snared her undivided attention.&nbsp; As usual, she was dressed in a soft, white linen blouse that caught the breeze easily, with long sleeves billowing around her thin arms.&nbsp; Her skirt was dark in hue and of the same fabric, and was of a length that caused it to drag upon the pavement.&nbsp; Her sandals made a muted slapping sound as she moved toward the people congregating.<br><br>Brilliant red hair fell in artful tangles down her back and past lean hips that were almost boyish.&nbsp; She liked the so called dress of the Rom, as it afforded plenty of movement space, and allowed the air - and particularly the moisture therein to wisp along her flesh beneath her clothing.&nbsp; Tugging out the human currency needed for a ticket, she stared at it - somewhat annoyed.&nbsp; She had recently returned from a long stint in the sea - having decided to give humans another chance - even though it had begun to seem as though the goodness she once knew years ago had fled from them all.&nbsp; <br><br>Softly, she sang in Italian.&nbsp; It made her smile to recall things that were all about her.&nbsp; The Enemy, she thought, had it all wrong.&nbsp; Making everyone fear was not the way.&nbsp; To make them love you, to grant adoration until they die from the pleasure - and desire to die only for you ... that was the way.&nbsp; It was in part why she wanted nothing to do with the entire conflict, yet as such things often went, one tended not to have a choice in war.&nbsp; If for nothing else, perhaps it would be entertaining.&nbsp; The recent smell of the rain had Jules closing her eyes to breathe it in.&nbsp; <br><br>The water was everything.&nbsp; These silly people just had no idea.&nbsp; Her bright blue eyes flicked around, settling upon various people here and there.&nbsp; She could see into the hearts of men - which had often made it difficult to spend time in so much much company.&nbsp; Most of them were greedy, and were good for nothing more than being dragged into the ocean and kissed to death ... or just eaten alive.&nbsp; She noticed a blond boy, and a dark haired girl talking to him.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; She wondered where they would end - and how long fate would keep them alive.&nbsp; There was as well a group of three that seemed to know each other well ... something being familiar about them, but there was not enough interest for her to attempt to recall whom these land dwellers were.<br><br>Her eyes lifted to the sky.&nbsp; Was the hour neigh?&nbsp; Or would fate keep a still night this time?&nbsp; Her voice came out pure, and as perfect as it always did - though this evening it was only just shy of ordinary.&nbsp; No need to draw any mortals to her ... they could all worship her later.<br><br><em>"Amarilli mia bella, non credio del mio cor dolce desio, d'eser tu l'amor mio* ..."</em></span><br><br><hr><br><sub><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">*Amaryllis, my lovely one, do you not believe, o my heart's sweet desire, that you are my love?</span></sub>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 16:56:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freehostedpics.com/hg/arielrebel/pinkdress/pics15.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Lizzie Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Local Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tebastian, Renard<br></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Lizzie blinked at Renard's comment about her clothing, then looking down she realized the cold weather had made her shirt a bit revealing. She instinctively crossed her arms over her small chest and wishing she had worn a bra now! "Perv!" She exclaimed, giving him a small grin. The shape shifter looked to Tebastian who seemed a bit grumpier then normal. "Is everything ok?" She asked stepping forward and giving him a hug in welcome. <br><br>Tebastian always seemed to smell of sex. She took a step back and fixed her small skirt before nodding at Tebastian's comment about busier with other things. "Renard you know your more than welcome to be of assistance to us..." she said, smiling sweetly at him. Truth was, they could use all the help they could get
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 18:04:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.allaboutmodels.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Amanda-Hendrick-01.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Eyja<br><strong>Location:</strong>Near River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mike River<br></div><hr><br>"Of course I did," she said, not wanting to dwell on the part of the conversation that was already tedious. She wouldn't have been much of an Oracle if she couldn't predict when she'd get a phone call. Of course, he hadn't known her long enough to get the hang of dealing with her, and for that she didn't bother to mention how silly the question seemed to her.<br><br>Her head shifted slightly, very slightly, away from his touch, but she didn't move, even as he moved closer. She turned her head back slightly, pressing her lips to his, closing the extremely narrow gap. Her kiss was quick, and then turned into a bite just as quickly, as she captured his lower lip between her teeth for a brief moment before letting go.<br><br>"Relaxation is over-rated," she said, "and you know that I'll tell you what you need to know, when you need to know it."<br><br>Eyja couldn't see the heirloom yet. She could see all the events to come, but there were still too many people involved, too many choices yet to be made, and so many in rapid succession. The future, at least for her, Mike, and Tebastian, was too complicated. It would become clearer as the time approached, since, as choices were made, the paths of everyone involved would become tighter and more determined. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>24-01-2012, 23:07:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.images99.com/i99/02/53946/53946.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Mike River<br><strong>Location:</strong> Near River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Eyja<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>It was a bit silly of him to ask such a question, he did so mostly for the frustration of not being able to sense her until she was right next to him. Of course he could never get frustrated at her. He stood there, not really surprised that she turned from hi touch, however the kiss she gave him was surprising. "Mhmmm." He let out a soft moan, there was one thing that she was good at apart from being able to see into the future. She was good at making others lust after her. His hands went to wrap around her before parting again after the kiss drew to a close.<br><br>"So you want something more intense do you?" He said, holding onto her hand as he started to walk back to his apartment. "Come with me, I know that if there is anything pressing you will tell me, but I'm always curious to know more, the little things, things that aren't of importance at the moment. I enjoy piecing them together and trying to figure them out. You don't have other things planned for the night do you?" He asked, it was more of a statement than a question, he surely did want to spend the night with her.<br><br>Unless she outright refused him, he'd lead her back into his apartment, to discuss the future and other things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Winterborn</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 19:36:13</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i53.tinypic.com/25q62yr.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Roland Roth.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Roth House.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open.</div><br>It was quiet inside the Roth family's not-so-humble abode, just as it was outside under the rising moon. All the staff had gone home at least two hours before dark fell, as per their standing instructions. There was no supper at the grand and ancient oak table in the dining room, nor was any being prepared in the kitchen. No one sat in the sitting-room-cum-library, with its decanters of liquor and crystal glasses. Even the bedrooms were devoid of slumbering forms, the beds not even turned down by the maid.<br><br>Only the attic bore a single inhabitant, and he did not sleep, nor was he awake. True, he sat upright on the wooden floor, denim-clad legs folded, grey eyes open; all signs of a risen man. But he was not seeing the bare floor devoid of carpet or rug, nor the empty walls without any paint or other adornments. He did not feel it when the cool breeze wafting lightly through the open window suddenly stopped. He did not hear the trees outside quit their stirring of branches and leaves. Floating somewhere between dream and waking life, he watched the void, felt the nothing, listened to the silence.<br><br>This was what he had been doing since the gardener had left exactly two hours ago, starting when the man's engine had faded into the distance. Now, he had gained the perfect focus he needed to gain the knowledge he sought. It came in the form of a woman's voice, hot and quiet as a breath against his ear, but it brushed his mind instead. Thirty seconds of this, thirty complete seconds in which no wind stirred, no animal moved outside, and Roland Roth did not breathe.<br><br>At the end of it, a gust of wind came howling through the window, strong enough to shake the trees outside with groans and creaks of protest, to buffet Roland onto his side. Silent until this point, two enormous canines rose from their places by the door, teeth bared, open mouths issuing basso growls as the strode to their master. Pushing himself up from the floor and back to his sitting position, Roland put one hand out to them, palm out.<br><br>"<em>Pax, amici. Sedete.</em>" The response from both dogs was immediate, as they instantly ceased their diesel-engine alarms and sat, tongues lolling in canine grins. They were both males, both black with discreet tan markings, both at least a hundred and thirty pounds and almost three feet tall. Roth got to his feet slowly, enjoying the sensation of stretching his legs bit by bit after hours of stillness. Moving to the door, he snapped his fingers twice, signalling the dogs to follow him. As he left the attic and began the descent into the main house, they padded along quietly, one on each side and slightly behind.<br><br>As he made his way downstairs, Roth was thinking. Mother wanted him to find Alexander Eldridge; the name was known to him, some sort of government spook, the opposite number of Roland's father. Justin Roth wanted nothing to do with any of the world's governments, not even their money. Eldridge was something of a rival to the family, though as far as he could remember, no one had ever told Roland of direct enmity or competition. Now Mother was telling him to 'find' Eldridge, hadn't actually said to kill him. It was awfully odd, since the only time she talked to him outside of physical visits were for Jobs, capital J.<br><br>Going down to the study, he brought up a recent file on his state-of-the-art computer, a job offer. Someone had asked him, anonymously of course, to locate and retrieve an object from an Eldridge household; not his style, of course, so he hadn't responded. But the file was still there, complete with a home address. No mention of an Alexander there, but then there wouldn't be. It would be a place to start anyway, and he was ready to go into town. Spending too long out here at the House, he got to be anti-social, which made it difficult when he needed to blend in with the great unwashed on a Job.<br><br>Taking in a quick shower and shave, he changed into some casual wear - jeans, unmarked grey t-shirt, Army jacket and combat boots - and fed the dogs. After making sure the doors were locked and the security system engaged, he went out to his truck and started it up with a humble roar. With what he really had in petty cash, he could be driving a Lamborghini, but as far as the locals were aware, obsolete Chrysler pickups were snugly inside the Spartan living habits of Roland Roth, ex-military pensioner. <br><br>Roland Roth as the masses knew him was always "between jobs" in the city, had a modest little apartment in a plain little neighborhood, and spent all his meager sums on groceries, rent, and liquor. Only occasionally was that liquor bought in a bar, where the retired sergeant went for one-time female company one or twice a month. None of the normals knew he was actually a high-class assassin who provided social and business solutions to the rich and famous in return for enough money to fill several offshore accounts. 'The Wolf', as they had taken to calling him, those who knew what he did. Personally he despised the moniker, and was quietly trying to put it about that the shadowy figure in question was actually called 'The Hellhound'. If it didn't catch on soon, he was going to start hurting people over it.<br><br>His mind spun around the old internal argument as he crossed the city limits at a sedate pace, his truck being something of a gas guzzler; he was supposed to be a money-conscious pensioner, dammit, not someone who could go rip-roaring around behind the wheel of a limited edition sports car. He thought about eating at a dozen different places, drinking at fifty different bars, and taking in a movie at a nearby theater. Every so often he even turned away from his objective as though he was heading somewhere else entirely. Damn all oracles anyway, she was making him paranoid, dissembling while alone in his own truck.<br><br>He turned off onto the road his target address was on and started rolling slowly down it, an obvious stranger looking for a friend's place, or maybe for somewhere to turn around. No sense drawing attention to himself by making the big V8 howl like he knew it could and hauling ass all up and down the street. Take it easy, take it slow... Absolutely no one in this neighborhood would recognize him, he was certain, nobody knew he was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kasper</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 05:57:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tebastian</span></div><div align="center">Location: Eyja's Apartment/Local Movie Theatre<br>Tagged: Eyja, Liz, Renard</div><div align="center">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/13/bmth-boy-cute-boy-long-hair-oli-sykes-tattoo-Favim.com-104160.jpg)</div><br>Tabby gave a lopsided grin, returning Lizzie's hug, "You can just call me Tabby," he answered Liz's "speak of the devil." Tebastian turned his sight onto Renard again, unamused, "Pets... always so loyal to their masters," he said to Renard, "He should have you on a leash, it'd really be-" he paused midsentence, crooking his head to the side as something tugged and pulled as his emotion like the tide of a wave. Sage eyes glanced around before being lured directly to her- the redhead whose locks spilled over her shoulders and back in currents. Breath stilled for a moment- seeing a siren wasn't a common thing, not at all. And Tebastian knew a siren when he saw one- after all, a siren had been one of the best, if not most memorable fucks in his life. And Tebastian fucked women like people ate meals, so there were many to compare and that said a lot for the sirens. <br><br>The ocean was meant to be gazed upon with awe and loved by all, her children, the sirens, were no different. So Tabby let himself be mesmerized by the creature for a good, long moment. He could've have bowed down before her and praise the very ground her feet touched- that was the kind of power a siren had over men, especially when she sang, which she did now even though it wasn't as powerful as Tebastian knew it could be. Her presence was commanding and Tebastian, well, he was certainly not defiant, not now, at least.<br><br>He leaned in to Lizzie, his lips close to her ear, "Look well at that ginger bird," he said to Lizzie, "She's a siren," he whispered, "You may never get a chance to see one again..." Tebastian looked up and back at the siren, looking over her for a moment, "You've time to see a movie, play with your friend and be a good girl, then," he said to Lizzie before giving a mischievous smirk, "I'm going to go play myself," he said, before leaving the two to approach the siren.<br><br>"Should I expect rain tonight?" he asked her, his eyes flicking towards the night sky before meeting hers. "This would be one of the last places I'd expect to have the delight of seeing one of your kind here," he then said, "You surely couldn't be tired of the sea," he then mused. <em>He would certainly like to make her tide rise...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 06:25:21</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/x4hjs5.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name: Renard De Reve<br>Location: Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Lizzie Cohen, Tebastian, Jules</strong></div><hr><br>&nbsp;Renard shook his head as Tebastian headed towards the siren. He fought off his own urge to go to her, letting out a slow breath to focus himself. <strong>"Like a dog chasin' a bone. Poor boy can't get his fill, can he."</strong> Renard said quietly. He shook his head, turning towards Lizzie.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Well Liz, shall we go in? Let Tebastian chase his bone."</strong> Renard said, grinning. <strong>"It'll be warmer in the theater too."</strong> He nodded towards her chest and winked, teasing her. He whispered to her, <strong>"Maybe you can show me just how much I can assist you."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 14:39:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freehostedpics.com/hg/arielrebel/pinkdress/pics15.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Lizzie Cohen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Local Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tebastian, Renard<br></div>&nbsp; <br><br>Lizzie raises a slender eye brow as Tabby pointed out the Siren. She was incredibly beautiful and her voice quite sensual. Lizzie had even found herself attracted to the red headed woman. "Wow..." she whispered, her heart racing. Still, the young girl was able to keep control of her emotions and shake her head to wake herself up from the hypnotic like state. Her pig tails shook about playfully. <br><br>Lizzie could only roll her eyes as Tabby told her to run off and 'play' as if she was a child. It made her huff and puff in a pouting nature. "Always thinking with his dick..." she mumbled, watching Tabby walk off. She sighed and looked to Renard, whom was looking at her small chest. "My eyes are here!" She said, snapping her fingers and then pointing them at her eyes. When Renard whispered into her ear, she shivered, but quickly brushed it off. "Oh my God...your such a Perv!" she said, laughing. <br><br>As they approached the ticket stand Lizzie hummed happily, slipping a twenty dollar bill onto the counter. "1 please. For 'Bloody Revenge'." she said. <br><br>The lady at the ticket counter shook her head. "No one under the age of 17 is allowed into the theater without adult supervision." was the dry response. <br><br>Lizzie frowned. "I'm 19!" she exclaimed. The ticket lady didn't budge. Sighing dramatically, Lizzie dug around in her back pocket of short skirt, looking for her ID. Lizzie was slightly embarrassed. She could see this happening if she ordered alcohol, but a movie ticket!? Since when did they card people? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>boyblue23</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 23:20:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">Paul McDade<br><br>(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)<br><br>Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Jade</div><br>Paul turned around startled, his eyes met with those of the dark beauty behind him. He couldn't place her face and to his knowledge knew nothing about the young girl, but there was something in her eyes that told him she was not all she seemed. It was almost like a bright energy or some sort of magic was behind them. He raised his eyebrows questioningly.<br><br>"I'm Paul McDade," he answered in reply, "Do we know each other? Are we in a class together?"<br><br>As he asked his own questions the line started to move forward, he followed keeping his eye on the girl behind him. He had no idea how a stranger could pick him out or even remember him. Paul tended to keep to himself and blend in the background, if anyone asked him anything it was generally something around the lines of "who are you?" or "Are you supposed to be here?" He just seemed to be forgettable to most people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 19:55:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Eldridge<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Madison’s Home<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening of Day 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> None, Open<br>(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/gerard-butler-9.jpg)</div><hr><br>After putting his smart phone away Alex looks up just in time to see the light go out in what he assumes is Madi’s room. The smell of his wife’s and daughter’s dinner is coming from the house and his stomach rumbles quietly reminding that he has not eaten anything since lunch. He thinks about it for a moment and remembers that there is a small mom and pop diner just a few blocks away. It is close enough that if he keeps his senses alert that he will be able to tell if anything unnatural comes around he will be able to sense it. He however would be too far away to know if normal humans came to threaten his ladies, but he knows that despite what he wants he cannot stay there every minute. He thinks about going inside to see and hopefully comfort his wife and see if any of their dinner was left over, but decides it would not be a good idea to show his presence even to just his wife yet. So he reluctantly decides to head to the diner.<br><br>Being a careful and even somewhat paranoid man Alex cannot simply walk away from the home of those he loves and wants to protect more than anything else in this world. He therefore checks out the area completely around their home to make sure there is nothing and no one there that could be a possible threat to them. He expands his search to the entire block moving down the alley in the direction of the diner but turns when he reaches the side street to walk along the side walk heading for the street on the opposite side of the block. At the corner he turns to go back the direction he just came from. He moves slowly giving the appearance of a man simply taking a simple stroll in the evening. He continues to the next corner and turns to return to the street his family’s home faces. Once at that corner he again turns to walk toward the diner which will take him past their home.<br><br>When Alex still a couple of houses from that of his family he notices an older pickup truck coming his direction on the street moving unusually slow like the driver is looking for a specific address and has never been there before. At first he does not think very much of it only paying any attention at to make sure it does not pose a danger to those he loves. He stops suddenly as he gets the sensation of something unnatural. It only takes him a second to realize the sensation is coming from the truck. To cover for his sudden stop he pulls his phone out as if he had just received a message and looks at while touching the touch screen like is his hitting buttons. He keeps an eye on the slow moving truck with his peripheral vision and focuses his extra sense on the driver. It only takes him a moment to realize that driver has demon blood mixed with his human much like Alex does. He puts his phone back away and subtly checks to make sure his .40 caliber Desert Eagle is easily accessible under his jacket. He briefly thinks about what he has loaded in the large pistol, it is catch all selection with silver, armor piercing, and tracer bullets all of which just like all of his hand to hand weapons have been blessed by at least a bishop or higher ranking member of the clergy. He is also carrying a sliver blade, knuckles made of cold wrought iron, a couple of wooden stakes, and a flint knife. He pretty much has whatever he might need to take advantage of whatever weaknesses his enemies may have. He then starts walking again moving at a slower pace as if he is now deep in thought when in reality he wants to remain close until the other demon blooded human moves away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 00:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://divaliciousandsogirlie.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/glam_teen.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>Jade<br><strong>Location:</strong>Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Paul McDade</div><br>Jade allowed a light laugh to escape her lips, her smile brightening up her entire face.&nbsp; "No, no I don't attend any classes. But I do spend quite a bit of time at the Library. You see I have a gift, I almost never forget a face... Especially such a handom one like yours that honors such an old building with your presence." As the line moved she stepped up with it, keeping pace with Paul. "Sometimes I find myself calling that building my own. It is quite a beautiful place and not many people spend much time there and so I think it's nice that someone of your age would spend time out there." <br><br>As the line shifted again, she looked at the list of playing movies and sighed. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you come to see?" She motioned towards the building, which was now a but closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 04:01:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.allaboutmodels.tv/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Amanda-Hendrick-01.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Eyja<br><strong>Location:</strong>River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mike River<br></div><hr><br>"I don't have plans in the sense that you mean," she replied, walking with him quite comfortably. As they reached the apartment, she let go of his hand, and shrugged off her jacket, following him inside, and tossing it aside, not looking, or caring, where it went, though she did know where it would land, on the floor. Her ability had given her a peculiar sense of what the future was like, and so, while sometime she would carefully put something somewhere, in reality, she didn't care about making a mess.<br><br>"Everything is little, until you give it context," she said, "for example, a .40 caliber pistol makes quite a racket."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Qt</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 01:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.images99.com/i99/02/53946/53946.jpg)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Mike River<br><strong>Location:</strong> River's Apartment<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Eyja<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>He smiled at her as she went along with him into his apartment. he leaned close to her as his hand went to wrap around her neck while he pulled her close for a long kiss. "Mhmm, I think I have forgotten how alluring you are." He made a chuckle as his hand began to find ways to undress her. "Hmmm, yes.. you do have a point. That's why I trust you to give my the best advices that advances my goal. Even though the hints you given me on the heirloom took some time for me to figure out... it was fruitful in the end for sure."<br><br>He said as he kissed her again before kissing down her neck. "I should reward your for your efforts." He moved his hands down to grasp her butt. "Do you... still enjoy my touches?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 22:27:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/HaydenPantierre.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/nicole-kidman_4.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Madison Eldridge (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5723759#msg5723759)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Madison's Home<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Laura sat for a half an hour or so in the same spot her daughter left her. She hugged herself, letting the tears slide down her face and sipped her wine stewing, furious with herself. She knew she had let her daughter and her beloved husband down. She was supposed to protect Madi and keep her safe, not just from the dangers to her life, but from everything in between as well.<br><br>Finally, she rose, buzzed and light headed from the wine. She walked to her computer and turned it on, deciding to check her finances for the third time that day. What showed before her made her shriek uncontrollably. There was five thousand dollars in her bank that wasn't there earlier! She heard the pitter patter on the stairs a moment before Madi found her mother with one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth.<br><br>"Mom!" Madi exclaimed, running to her. "What's wrong?"<br><br>"Oh, Madi," Laura's breath rushed out as though she'd been holding it for several seconds. "I'm sorry I woke you. The bank has clearly made a mistake with our account. Give me a moment."<br><br>Madison's heart began beating a bit faster at her mother's declaration. Her face contorted in confusion as she listened to the conversation her mother subsequently had with the bank over the phone.<br><br>"A mistake?" Laura asked after a good ten minutes on the phone. "What do you mean you're not going to fix it? So the money is just ours?" There was a pause as Laura listened to the other person speak. "But that can't be. The bank doesn't just give money away." Another very short pause when Laura most obviously interrupted the other person with, "Oh no! We'll keep it! I'm not arguing! Thank you so much!"<br><br>Laura hung up the phone and beamed at her daughter. "I have no explanation of why but we are suddenly five thousand dollars the richer..."<br><br>It took a moment for that to sink in but when it did, Laura and Madi both let out simultaneous screeches and began bouncing happily with one another. Their previous fight was clearly forgotten as they celebrated happily.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haloriel</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 05:36:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Giulia.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <em>Giulia Sirenia Bellini - 'Jules'</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129137.msg5755111#msg5755111)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Movie Theatre<br><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> <em>Amarilli(Giulio Caccini)</em> - Cecilia Bartoli (http://youtu.be/sG0Hqi8BQYM)<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Evening.<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tebastian, Anyone.</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">Her russet brows raised as she was addressed.&nbsp; It was not often that mortals had any idea whom, or what she was - and then it was apparent that the dark haired man before her was not precisely mortal.&nbsp; For a moment she did not answer his questions, only continued to sing as a slow smile edged her face, making apparent eyeteeth that were somewhat longer than normal.&nbsp; <br><br>Jules tipped back her head, and laughed as the wind seemed to blow with a good deal more moisture in the air.&nbsp; "The rain is a beautiful thing, and even the earth needs it - the water - as much as I do."<br><br>The siren's expression was playful and sweet at once - even while a predatory awareness rested behind it.&nbsp; "I ... like it here.&nbsp; Your human films have ... music."&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes widened, seemed even more blue as she spoke, stepping closer to the man with seemingly no name and a handsome face.&nbsp; Good it was that he'd been polite; there would be no need for violence.&nbsp; She did not prefer to drown the poor men, rather it was much more a pleasure to ... adore them.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is the music that keeps me returning, though I shall never tire of the sea.&nbsp; She is my only heart - as well you seem to know."<br><br>Stepping forward, she walked slow circles around him, giggling gently, while fingers that were cool to the touch ran down his back lightly - though in a quick brace of steps she was in front of him again, and leaning close, standing on her toes to better see the dark haired one's face.&nbsp; A memory surfaced suddenly as Jules recalled he had something to do with the pretty Oracle, that they were bound in close ties, but what that was she couldn't recall.&nbsp; Being in the ocean and content with her own will made such concerns meld away to nothingness, until only the cold perfection of the sea remained.<br><br>"You may call me Guilia - or even Jules, if you so desire.&nbsp; Have you a name, oh curious one?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 22:39:36</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/x4hjs5.jpg)</div> <div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Name: Renard De Reve<br>Location: Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Lizzie Cohen, Tebastian, Jules</strong></div><hr><br>&nbsp;Renard let out a bit of a laugh. <strong>"Now who said I was talkin' about that?"</strong> He said, getting his ticket. <strong>"Was talkin' about helping with your shapeshiftin' powers. Of course, if you wish for something like that, I can always help too."</strong> He gave a genuinely fox like grin at that thought.<br><br>&nbsp;He laughed a bit at the banter with the ticket lady. <strong>"And that'd be precisely my point Liz. You could make yourself look a bit older and not worry about that kind of junk. You think this is my real face?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>boyblue23</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 03:18:34</strong>
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				<div align="center">Paul McDade<br><br>(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)<br><br>Local Movie Theater<br>Tagged: Jade</div><br>Paul couldn't help blushing at the girl's kind words and he was at a loss for words. He could tell there was something... almost magical about her, maybe something in her eyes but he couldn't put his finger on it. She also seemed to speak as if she were years older then she appeared to be, the young man had never met anyone his age who spoke the way she did, wise beyond her years. <br><br>"I didn't really come to see anything in particular," he answered, "I actually don't even know what's out."<br><br>He was too embarrassed to admit he had gone out to look for human contact, it sounded so pathetic. And that's when he realized he had forgotten his manners.<br><br>"Hey... you know my name, but I don't know yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ϕ ₩l†₡Hl₦G HΘUΓ ϕ</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Animegurl5</strong> on <strong>19-02-2012, 03:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://divaliciousandsogirlie.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/glam_teen.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong>Jade<br><strong>Location:</strong>Movie Theater<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Paul McDade</div><br>"I don't know what is playing either. I'm not one to follow this type of entertainment." Jade shrugged, eyes scanning over the movie titles. "Pardon me, I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Jadaria, but you may call me Jade if you wish." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her smile warm and inviting. "To be honest, I'm not so into watching movies. I don't quite understand why people prefer altered versions of what was an even better book." She shook her head but her smile remained. "I think I might skip out on the movie and head back to the library. Would you care to join me?"
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