FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"
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				Title: <strong>FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 08:31:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/nomoreheroes080707.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><em>The only hostelry facilities in all of Santa Destroy. Travis' base of operations. Enjoy the low, low rates. But keep your expectations low, too. - Santa Destroy Guide (Entry now outdated)<br><br>Motel "NO MORE HEROES" was once the only hostelry in Santa Destroy, before the city underwent major industrial renovations under the influence of Jasper Batt Jr. Sylvia's further development of Santa Destroy caused the Motel "NO MORE HEROES" to be forgotten amongst the much more luxurious lodging options the city now offers. The Motel is known for having the lowest rates in all of Santa Destroy, as well as having low standards for its rooms. It is home to Travis Touchdown and recently Kimmy Howell, who's now Travis' next door neighbor.<br><br>Living spaces consist of two and a half rooms: A Living area, a bedroom and a half bathroom. There are no housekeepers or maids for rooms that are currently in use.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 05:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Travisyellow.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Travis Touchdown, The No More Hero</strong> <br><strong>Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Nobody.</strong><br><hr><br>Travis past through the entrance of the Motel "NO MORE HEROES", a scowl inhabiting his bespectacled face and an agitated growl ripping from his throat. He hadn't thought Santa Destroy could change so damn much, not even in the time he found himself locked up on Prison Island. Clearly, the hour and a half it'd taken to find this place again had certainly proved otherwise. The streets weren't even the same, and all asking for directions had done was get him jumped in an alleyway. He couldn't imagine how many LB's it was going to to take to fix those guys. He didn't bother killing them, they were just young punks, douche-bags who thought they were tough and clearly hadn't gotten enough tough love sessions from their parents. That didn't mean he didn't beat them within an inch of their life. He might've even paralyzed one of them. The guy wasn't moving too much after that Chancery Drop, but he cried enough for Travis to know he was alive. It seemed that no matter how much the town changed, the people simply didn't. He was glad.<br><br>He strolled over towards the stairs with is cloak hung over a shoulder, placing a foot on the staircase only to hesitate and look behind him. The Schpeltiger II glistened in the California sun, the white-platinum of it's body gleaming as though it'd just recently been washed. Beautiful as the sight was...it struck Travis as incredibly strange. He'd of thought it would be covered in dirt and grim and whatever other crap mother nature threw at it, but it looked even better than it had under his care. "...huh. Oh well...I'll see YOU later, sexy." He smirked as he finally turned away from the bike and continued up the stairs up the stairs, making a B-Line for his door. There was a key already in the lock, another thing that struck him as strange. Even strange, however, was the state of his living space when he entered. Just like his bike, everything had been thoroughly cleaned. His pillows her set up perfectly and his collectable figures and luchador masks had been been dusted. His fridge was completely stocked and on his favorite chair rested several DVDs, Permanent Marker spelling out "Bizzare Jelly 5 Seasons 2 and 3" on the face of each one. Of course, those were the first things he lunged for. "They made two more seasons?!?! HELL yes!" <br><br>He chuckled to himself, holding the DVDs against his chest until a familiar sound rang out from next to his feet. He looked down to find his favorite cat, nestling herself against his ankles and joyfully mewing as she stared up at him. A warm smile spread across his face. "Hey, girl.." He knelt down and stroked her coat, lifting her up and bringing her into the bedroom with him. He set the DVDs beside his answering machine and dove onto his bed, landing on his back and setting Jeane on his chest. Heaven. He closed his eyes and let out a long, relaxed sigh, resting his hand on top of his cat's head. "Sweet..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 06:42:32</strong>
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				Another day, another kill…<br><br>The assassination of Haruto69 earned Kimmy a hefty payout of 80,000 LBs which actually wasn’t a lot considering she killed a “highly-skilled” assassin who was good enough to be in the UAA. But considering tax and the amount of money it took to keep the UAA off her back took a lot out of the paycheck, it was to be expected. Sure, there were plenty of better jobs she could be doing, but messing up the rankings of the UAA and annoying Sylvia (?) was one of Kimmy’s favorite hobbies.<br><br>Of course, the assassination of Haruto69 was only the first thing on Kimmy’s to-do list for today. There was some shopping to do downtown, as Jeane was running out of cat food and Kimmy needed more motorcycle wax for the Schpeltiger II. She needed to buy a new cloak to replace the one that was lost in this morning’s assassination gig as well. She needed to pay Naomi for the rent on the Schpeltiger I, and then there was the matter of Haruto69’s stronghold that she needed to take care of as soon as possible… But before all of that could be done, a stop at home was in order.<br><br>Kimmy drove the Schpeltiger I through the streets of Santa Destroy and towards the city’s trademark flag, towering above the No More Heroes motel. She entered the cramped parking lot and parked her motorcycle next to the Schpeltiger II, which hadn’t been driven since Travis’ arrest. The motorcycle gleamed beautifully in the sunlight, even though it’s been a week since its last waxing. Kimmy usually waxed it every week so it would be in tip-top shape when Travis was released from prison. She also dusted his figures, cleaned his clothes, reorganized his wardrobe and beam katana collection, as well as vacuumed his floors and repaired any damage that existed in the apartment. It was the least she could do for Travis the Great!<br><br>After dismounting the Schpeltiger I Kimmy headed up the stairs and to her apartment door, which was conveniently right next to Travis’ apartment. When she put the key in the lock however, she sensed something was amiss. Her eyes glanced at her left towards Travis’ apartment door, and noticed that it was slightly ajar. Kimmy moved towards the door, observing her surroundings for any sign of a break in. She discovered nothing upon reaching the door, other than the fact that she accidentally left the key in the lock. How could she be so careless?<br><br>Kimmy’s hand reached for the doorknob, but suddenly stopped when she heard the content purring of Jeane coming from the bedroom. And, moving closer to the door and listening closely, she could hear the sigh of what was unmistakably belonging to a human man ((that sentence sounded off. Real sorry)). At first Kimmy thought it was an intruder, and was prepared to burst into the room with her beam katana until a more realistic explination struck her.<br><br>“No… It can’t be!”<br><br>Kimmy quietly backed away from the door and rushed to her apartment. She swung the door open and lunged for the computer, which was a few feet away from the entrance. Kimmy’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she logged onto the “Official Travis the Great Internet Fan Club” website as the administrator. She then connected a long black cord coming out of her wall into the computer and clicked the “start feed” from the main menu of the website. It only took a few seconds for pictures of Travis the Great’s apartment to pop up on the screen, showing his living room, bathroom, and bedroom at different angles. It was a good thing Kimmy decided to hook up some hidden cameras in Travis the Great’s apartment while he was gone…Great for both surveillance and spying on her idol!<br><br>And there on the bed laid Travis Touchdown in all of his glory. The man hadn’t changed a bit since KImmy last saw him, but she could tell that he was more amazingly amazing than he was three years ago (if that was even possible!). His spiky black hair, his sexy shades, his red hot jacket… It was all just so much better than before.<br><br>Kimmy’s whole body trembled at the sight of her idol. “OMG… OMG…” she began to mutter. “OMG! OMG! OMFG!!! OMFG!!!!! He’s… he’s back! Travis…. The Great! Travis the Great!!! He’s back!!! He’s back!!! Oh fuck the hell yes!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iblis121</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 07:20:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/Travisyellow.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Travis Touchdown, The No More Hero</strong> <br><strong>Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br><strong>Tagged: Jeane The Cat</strong><br><hr><br>Travis' eyes had begun to shut then. It'd been so long since he slept on his own bed, and damn did it feel great! Hell, the entire motel room felt so much bigger and better after being locked up for so long. Jeane remained on her owner's chest, just where he'd put her, however she seemed unusually restless. Even in her healthier days she had been prone to lazing about as most cats did, but now she simply paced in circles upon her master's chest, mewing as loudly as her little cat lungs would let her.<br><br>"What's up, girl?" Travis sleepily muttered, opening an eye to look towards his excited cat. She mewed as loud as she could once more, which was still rather quietly, and darted towards the corner of his bedroom for what Travis thought was no apparent reason. She stood up upon her hind legs and rested her paws against the walls, pawing at them gently, as though someone had begun messing around with a laser pointer. She was a smart cat...she'd been around when Kimmy installed her array of hidden cameras and, on some base, bestial level, she knew something was amiss in her master's domain.<br><br>Of course, Travis didn't catch onto any of that. He pushed himself up on his bed, supporting himself with one of his arms and letting the other rest on his thigh. "Jeane, the hell are you doing?" She hadn't let up pawing at the wall, and was even looking up towards the corner of the ceiling. All that rested there was a tiny, tiny hole, one Travis noticed but paid hardly any attention to. "You hungry?" He asked with a sigh, pushing himself out of bed with a grunt and wandering out into the living room. On his way out, he pressed a button atop the answering machine in his room.<br><br>"Message box full. You have Five Hundred and Ninty-Nine new messages. New message....'Hi, this is Diane from Beef Head Videos reminding you to...'" Despite having heard calls like this all the time before his incarceration and paying them no heed, he let the messages play all the way through and decided to truly listen for once. It was strange. He had a thought that hadn't occurred to him until now, and he stopped only briefly to dwell on it. "Huh..It's been years...I should probably bring those pornos back." He stood in thought, only to shrug as he moved to refill Jeane's water and food. <br><br>What then? Well, it wasn't the morning, and he hadn't just woken up, but he did what he'd usually do if he had. He striped down, showered up pretty quickly and brushed his teeth soon after, swallowing the mouthwash he gargled instead of spitting. Then, he took the time to drop a save and get dressed again. You know, the usual.<br><br>Jeane wandered into the bathroom as soon as Travis left it, mewing aloud once more as she pounced onto the sink, and then onto a shelf close to the far corner of the bathroom. On Kimmy's end, she would start to see a close up of a paw entering view. Jeane had begun padding at yet another small hole where yet another camera had been placed. She would notice, that is, if she wasn't fangasming over having seen Travis showering...
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				Title: <strong>Re: FUCKHEAD!: A No More Heroes™ RP - Motel "NO MORE HEROES"</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 06:56:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Elliquiy%20Only/af65c896-9ed6-4ac7-bedc-e4ab69eecf38.jpg)</div><strong>Kimmy Howell, Travis the Great's #1 Fan<br>Motel "NO MORE HEROES"<br>Tagged: Glory<br></strong><hr><br>With her eyes fixated intensely at the computer screen, Kimmy followed every move her idol, and paying no heed to Jeane’s feeble attempts to warn Travis about the cameras she set up across the apartment. It was quite creepy to say the least, watching his every move like this, even by her standards. But this spying wasn’t just a tool to fulfill her lust for Travis the Great! These surveillance cameras were just a part of the super special surveillance system she set up in Travis the Great’s apartment. Along with the cameras, Kimmy installed a security system that would alarm her whenever someone entered or exited his apartment (she had both the entrance and all the windows wired down), and synced her phone with his so that every call or message he would get would also be available on her phone. Why have all of this stuff hooked up to Travis the Great’s room? Well, it would be quite the shame if someone were to break in in the middle of the night and got a lucky shot in a Travis. No one is allowed to kill Travis the Great but <em>her</em>!<br><br>As Travis walked out of his bedroom he turned on his answering machine and let the alarming amount of messages stored in his answering machine play out. Naturally the messages were soon streamed to her phone and, almost in sync with Travis’ phone, Diane’s professional yet perky voice filled her room.<br><br>“Hi, this is Diane from Beef Head Videos reminding you to…” Just the utter of those words made Kimmy slap her forehead in frustration. “Damnit!!! I forgot to return his <em>videos!</em> I <em>knew</em> I was forgetting something!” But the fact that she forgot to return them despite all the effort to make Travis the Great’s home more cozy seemed… rather weird. One would think that she would remember something like that, especially considering the FIVE-HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE messages nagging Travis the Great to return the massive amount of rented pornos he’s accumulated over the years. <br><br>But when you think about it, it wasn’t such a big deal. The first two games had more plot holes than a slice of swiss cheese shot up by an automatic shotgun. I guess it wouldn’t hurt if this fan-made forum RP had a few plot holes of its own, right?<br><br>Kimmy became alert as Travis the Great entered the bathroom. A sudden wave of nervousness and excitement flooded through her body as she realized what was about to transpire. It was the moment she’s been waiting for! The moment she’s been waiting for all her life! Kimmy quickly expanded the video of Travis the Great’s bathroom on her monitor, and clicked a small tab with a red circle on the bottom of the window. There was no way she was going to let this opportunity go to waste!<br><br>At last, the time for Travis the Great’s shower came. The first of his clothing removed was his trademark red jacket and Bizzare Jelly t-shirt, exposing his pale chest and stomach, with slight hints of muscle underneath and naval hairs trailing down to his crotch. It took everything Kimmy had to not flip out at that moment, for she knew the real show was about to begin…<br><br>And then Travis dropped his pants, (unknowingness) revealing himself to Kimmy in all his glory. It was as if a bright light sprang out from his crotch as his pants dropped to the floor, letting his extravagant member dangle free in front of her eyes. It was the holy grail of Travis the Great’s rockin’ body, the thing she had only dreamed of seeing since her devoted following of his Greatness began… And it was…<br><br>Smaller than expected.<br><br>But by no means was this a letdown! The fact that Travis was in front of her in all of his naked glory was more than enough to satisfy her; tiny dick or not! She had already reached into her shorts and through her panties as Travis the Great entered the shower. The water pouring down his perfect body only added fuel to the fire as Kimmy’s fingers quickened their pace in her pussy. Her face became flushed and her breathing became harder as she flicked her fingers around the lips and clit, all while staring at Travis the Great rubbing himself down under the constant stream of water.<br><br>And by the time Travis the Great was out of the shower… Well, let’s just say that Kimmy was scrambling for a new pair of panties in the other room.
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