Meteor City 2050 [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>07-09-2020, 21:02:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjYwLjAwMDAwMC5UV1YwWlc5eUlFTnBkSGtnTWpBMU1BLCwuMA,,/thunder-lord.regular.png)</div><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/28/e1/24/28e124b4c9ab5f27b8e1c98b2545202c.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f4/45/4c/f4454c02e4c54c6a069b55efaf102ba3.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/93/0f/95930f07edc0c898daa1031ea0d5a486.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Starting Date:</strong> 1 March 2050</div><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Mayor: Gary Astro<br>Population: 8, 175, 133<br>Location: East between the triangle of Austin, Dallas, and Houston, Texas, Earth 0.<br>Major Body of Water: Gulf of Mexico<br><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Transportation:</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Electric and Traditional Car</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Metro (in city)</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Monorail (scenic tours and public transportation)</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Major Telecommunication Companies</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Banana Phone</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">iMobile</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Teddiz</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">Natsume</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Government Entities</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Meteor Intelligence Bureau (MIB)</strong> – A special section of the FBI that works in Meteor City.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Meteor City Police (MCP)</strong> – This is the well-known patrolling entity. They are comprised of humans and service droids performing multiple tasks such as car chases, drug-busting, riot-controlling, traffic guidance, investigations, etc.</span></li></ul><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sMROCe4.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Known Criminal Organizations</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">To be created by the writers</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Notable Districts</span></span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">To be created by the writers</span></li></ul><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Player Created Locations</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>To be created as players make them.</em></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Player Created NPCs</span></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>These are NPCs all player characters may run into it. They are often owners of a business.</em></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">In-Game News</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>This section is GM-controlled. Your actions may appear in the news. Be sure to watch this section for new developments happening around the city.</em><br><br><strong>S. T. E. M. Fair - 3/7/2050</strong> - This month's STEM is taking place at Meteor City University. It will be the largest STEM held this year showcasing new technological developments our students and researchers have been working on. Guests from around the world will be attendance! This means a wonderful opportunity for our students to network and set up their future careers.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Tag</span></span><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright or floatleft][img height=200]image link goes here[/img][/floatright or floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]Alias:[/b] Your character's hero name. Even if it is not yet known because this is the beginning of the game.<br>[b]Wearing:[/b] Optional.<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] Any day in March.<br>[b]Location:[/b] Where are they?<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] Who are they talking to directly? Who are they talking about? (add “(M)” for mention).<br>[b]Content:[/b] Summary of the post or whatever you want here.<br>[hr]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>23-09-2020, 17:00:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0f/dc/38/0fdc384e11de858ab004bcf4bb7693a7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sport pants and tank top<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> A lonely corner of one the lowest and most dangerous neighborhoods in Meteor City<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elena Alviso; Rowanne MacFinnis(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waking up and calling for an uber to go to the park<br><hr><br>She lived on a dangerous neighborhood and would usually come up late, most likely showing herself drunk or drugged, whenever she showed herself up. Today it was different. The alarm clock was set at nine so she wouldn't sleep until way too late since but that wasn't happening today. It was about six o'clock when Mai woke up and got up from bed and she was sober and clean. By the look on her face it could also be told that she was bored and worried as hell, she would've stayed late watching something but she had no tv set or computer on her cheap apartment. She did have one of the most expensive phones though but she felt so anxious that she wouldn't have been able to stand watching something on a small device.<br><br>Heading to the bath to wash her face and take a shower she thought about Rowanne and what she could be doing at that moment. She stopped almost instantly, "Stupid Mai, at this hour she should be sleeping." Rowanne was busy dealing with some very delicate issues with her father and while Mai was always to help, that just wouldn't be enough this time. Rowanne even considered looking for help to foreigners and that unsettled Mai even more. "Gah! stop thinking about it Mai for god's sake." She went out of the shower and thought about going out for a run to clear her mind.<br><br>Quite small as one would expect on such a cheap place her closet, and every drawer next to it, would be bursting with the big amount of clothes Mai had. Expensive clothes most of them that just as her figure drew the attention of all her neighbors, some them were dangerous people but still friends of her. Clothes would even be around the floor and as she looked at them she thought what to wear. It took her a long while to decide and while yoga pants or micro shorts could have been the final choice she opted out for sports pants instead. Winter was close to ending and while weather wasn't too cold Mai just didn't feel like going out running on shorts. Her mood was down and she wasn't really sure for how long she would run, maybe she'd get tired soon as she had never been too sporty. She was naturally thin thanks to her asian inheritance although for her genealogy her breasts were unusually large, perhaps it was there were all the fat she ate went to, thus her perky pair would bounce around happily whenever she run.<br><br>But there would be no parks around where she lived, not at least one that looked nice enough to run around and she wanted to cheer herself up, so she would call for some transportation to drive her to a nice one. She'd use her phone and let it decide for her for a destination when she looked at the time and stopped to think. It wasn't as early as it was when she woke, she sure took some time to get ready, and at this time maybe, just maybe, she thought, Elena would be awake already, she give it a try. Pulling out a stolen card she had, one that belonged to some guy named Martin Johnson, Mai would ask for an uber. She would first take a look for the list of drivers though until she found Elena's name. Besides any rumors that could circle around her people also knew her so she quite was safe on the lonely corner she picked up to wait and by the look in her face even strangers would be able to notice she wasn't afraid or lost but she still didn't look calm, as usual. It would be easy to tell that something worried her and as like always it would be her hands what would give her away. Those two wouldn't just stay still and they would continue to move around in an uneasy way as she awaited for her driver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>23-09-2020, 18:09:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://assets.teenvogue.com/photos/55828844a28d9d4e0540b2e9/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/beauty-celebrity-beauty-2013-01-aliceenglert-00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Alviso<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Corazona (Not known yet at this time)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-shirt under a brown denim jacket and blue jeans<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Driving around the city... eventually to the lonely corner<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mai Itsuki<br><strong>Content:</strong> Driving and eventually meeting up with one of her regulars<br><hr><br>The sun was just starting to peek into Elena's window by the time she woke up out of her bed.&nbsp; It was just past 6:30 Am as she slowly crawled out and rubbed her eyes.&nbsp; It was another one of those mornings where she did not really want to drive around the city but in order to survive, she had to do just that.&nbsp; Her job at McDonald's did not pay enough money her for to be able to survive in her small room in the decent part of town.&nbsp; The room was not much to look at.&nbsp; It held the usual markings of a bedroom... a dresser, nightstand and small walk-in closet but at least it was decent.&nbsp; Gathering up her clothes for the day, she went into the shower and wondered what her day would be like.&nbsp; <br><br>"I hope that it will be different than the last couple of days.&nbsp; maybe one of my regulars will chime in."&nbsp; She thought to herself as the water streamed all over her body.&nbsp; After a good 10 minutes, she dried herself off and slipped into her outfit for the day... A black T-shirt with a brown denim jacket and almost tight blue jeans with a pair of normal looking black tennis shoes.&nbsp; Gathering up her phone, she finally grabbed her purse before thinking, "it may get a little hot out there today."&nbsp; Grabbing a pair of jeans shorts, she slipped those in her backpack and went out of the house to start her day.<br><br>Climbing into her 2049 red four door Toyota Camry, she slipped her phone into the holder and then turned on her Uber app to signal that she was ready for a passenger to alert her.&nbsp; Driving towards downtown, she noticed a few passengers alerting her.&nbsp; Some were just going a few blocks so she declined those but there were a couple of them that took her long distances.&nbsp; Those were the money makers so she made a couple of trips for them before eventually winding up in the shady part of the city.&nbsp; After dropping of the Hispanic male, he seemed to be excited and happy that he made it home without any trouble.&nbsp; His excitement made Elena feel just as happy for him as she also felt the relief that he showed.&nbsp; After the man left, those feelings of excitement went away as she was starting to get worried a bit.&nbsp; "I don't like this part of town.&nbsp; I hope that someone..."&nbsp; She muttered to herself before an address on the corner of one of the busier streets came in.<br><br>"At least this will get me out of here."&nbsp; She sighed in relief as she made the two minute drive over to see a familiar face at the corner.&nbsp; Looking at the young Asian woman, she parked her car next to her and let her get inside.&nbsp; "Hi Mai... is it Martin this time?"&nbsp; She asked with a giggle as the name on the stolen credit card popped up on her app.&nbsp; She waited for the woman to get inside as she had a very good feeling that this would be a very fun ride indeed.&nbsp; "Let's see... "&nbsp; She waited for the address to pop up on her screen but it seemed that the App was taking longer than usual to give her the information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 01:58:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Yamato-Kazakiri.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Optional.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, 2050 <br><strong>Location:</strong> Indoor Shooting Range<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Firing off his gun and the shooting range<br><hr><br>Bullets firing off all around.&nbsp; The explosive sounds of firearms ricocheted off the walls.&nbsp; Clicks and clacks of ammunition being taken out and loaded back in.&nbsp; The occasional clicks of a gun that just ran out of bullets.&nbsp; The smell of gunpowder heavy in the air.<br><br>Detective Cameron Kazakiri stood within one of the many shooting booths.&nbsp; With both hands on his M1911 handgun and his legs in the proper weaver stance, he aimed properly as he had been instructed many years ago by his firearms instructor.&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he squeezed the trigger and fired off several round into the target in front of him.&nbsp; He could feel the recoil of the handgun reverberate up and along his arms.&nbsp; The sounds and smells of gunfire as they exploded in front of him.&nbsp; The target at the other end of the firing lane became riddled with holes.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/08/d4/1b/dc/georgia-gun-club.jpg)</div>After emptying his gun of bullets, he lowered it and took another deep breath.&nbsp; Holstering his gun and pulling off his earmuffs, he waited for the target carrier to bring the bullet-hole riddled target to him.&nbsp; He yanked the sheet of paper off the carrier and took a good look at how well he did.&nbsp; Fortunately, he had managed a consistent grouping of shots in the head area.&nbsp; Most of the holes were within the 9 area with a couple even found within the bull's eye.&nbsp; He thought he did pretty well... but also thought that he could do better.&nbsp; He remembered being able to get all of his shots inside the bullet's eye at one point, but he hadn't been able to repeat that.&nbsp; At least... not yet.<br><br>With a fresh target being carried over to the other end of the firing land, Cameron put his ears muffs back on and loaded up another clip of ammunition into his pistol.&nbsp; Going back into the Weaver stance, he brought the gun back up and aimed carefully.&nbsp; After a couple seconds, however, changed his mind and shifted his stance into a Chapman stance.&nbsp; Taking another deep breath, he started emptying another round of bullets into the target in front of him.<br><br>This time, only three out of eight shoots were found outside the bull's eye and within the 9 area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 02:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/Yamato_Kazakiri_-_Black_Suit.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suit and tie<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1, 2050<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cemetery<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Samantha Crouse<br><strong>Content:</strong> Visiting Samantha's grave before attending Samantha's father's funeral<br><hr><br>Pulling up along the road in the cemetery in his Corolla, he found a place to park before getting out.&nbsp; He took a good look around at where he was, though he had been here before last year.&nbsp; He remembered that this was where her grave was supposed to be.&nbsp; He could hear the sounds of crows cawing within the trees in the cemetery.&nbsp; Winter had ended not long ago, but it was still relatively chilly out.&nbsp; The fresh scent of spring approaching lingered in the air.&nbsp; The leaves on the once snow-covered branches were just beginning to come out again.<br><br>With a bouquet of flowers in hand, he walked down the rows and rows of gravestones, taking note of the ones that stood out.&nbsp; That was how he remembered how to find her.&nbsp; He used the one of the angel on top as a sort of landmark to know which row was the right one.&nbsp; Once he counted it properly, he headed down the row until he was able to find her name.<br><br>Samantha Mary Crouse.<br><br>He hadn't heard from her ever since she enlisted in the Marines.&nbsp; It would be some time later that he found out from her parents that she had been killed in action.&nbsp; Technically, no body was ever found and if her powers were of any indication... well... it was sort of wishful thinking, but a part of him held out hope that she was still alive somewhere.&nbsp; Out there.&nbsp; There was no body in the coffin that could be found under the gravestone.&nbsp; The coffin was filled with things that represented her or were important to her that everyone thought she'd want to take with her into the afterlife.&nbsp; The funeral... he still remembered the devastated look on her parents faces.&nbsp; They had already lost their son, Scott.&nbsp; Then they lost their daughter.<br><br>Getting down on one knee in front of the grave, he placed the bouquet of flowers there.&nbsp; He didn't know if she was still alive or if she was really gone.&nbsp; Either way, he hoped that she was at least happy.<br><br>Getting back up again, his eyes glanced over toward the large deep hole nearby.&nbsp; That was actually the real reason why he was here at this cemetery right now.&nbsp; Samantha's father had recently passed away and he was going to be buried in that hole very soon.&nbsp; Cameron had decided to come here a little early so that he could visit Samantha's grave.&nbsp; Before long, the others from the funeral had arrived.&nbsp; It would be a few more minutes later that the hearse with the sealed coffin would reach the destination.<br><br>Taking his place among the crowd, he watched as the funeral procession continued and ended with the burial of Mr. Crouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 18:06:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f8/97/55/f89755e210a44c7f87fa9781aa62cfa6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Leena Firehorse (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15559055#msg15559055)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sports bra, under armor top, jeans and hoodie <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050<br><strong>Location:</strong> Challenge course<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lonnie Littlebird (Uncle), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Parkour<br><hr><br>Leena kept moving as she talked with her great uncle. She was using the local challenge course, set up by a group of enthusiasts and sponsored by another group (mostly athletic clothing makers). The site was fun, as it simulated the urban terrain that most parkour fans enjoyed without the issues of trespassing that real parkour could involve. <br><br>“Uncle, the tribe just wants you to come back for the season, you are a chief after all.” She pointed out as she pushed off the one ledge, catching the ledge and pulling herself up and looking at her next target, a protruding air conditioner in her AR enhanced view, while the old man grumbled in her ear. <br><br>“Uh..it is so that I am a chief but only because they took advantage of an old man’s weakness and elected me when I was unawares.” He complained as she laughed at him, nearly missing her next jump<br><br>“Uncle you fell asleep during the nomination process.” She wheezed as she pulled herself up onto the next ledge. “They had been trying to get you to take the job for over a decade. You gave them the opening they needed. What is it that you needed from me on the 7th?” <br><br>“I need you to get your friend with the van to bring me the STEM event, I would like to examine some of the fabrics there, and perhaps talk with some of those businessmen there.” The ‘old Indian ‘ accent faded at the chuckle. “I need to see if we can coax some of these philanthropists to invest with the tribe. We really do need a good school, or ten, and I imagine with you there will help as well. Ms Firewoman Calendar girl, you are such a July girl..” Her uncle chuckled again. “Tuli, What are you doing this early in the morning on your off shift?” She settled down on the top of the tower with a smile as she looked east over the city.<br><br>“Oh just watching the sun rise..” she said as the first edge of the sun rose above the horizon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-09-2020, 00:06:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving at a friends party</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Cole Bennett was the current Small Forward for the LA Lakers. Xander had met him a few years back at a charity event when they'd been teamed up in a Duo's "Slaughterhouse" tournament. He thought he'd have to carry them, but it turned out Cole was a big gamer and they crushed the competition. They exchanged information and started gaming together regularly, and a fast friendship formed. It wasn't long after that Cole got him invited to participate in the NBA Celebrity All-Star Game. <br><br>Xander and Cole were at this point the best of friends, so it was no surprise when he'd gotten the invite a week ago for the party tonight. When you started making a certain amount of money, it was hard to find a good, genuine gift for a friend that didn't seem like you were just throwing money at it, but he thought he'd done a pretty good job with his surprise this year, and had a big grin on his face as he pulled up to the gate, revving the engine of his Custom Tauro Special (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/42/74/e8/4274e858a8ff605008dd93edd4fce5d3.jpg) and causing the neon red running lights to pulse in rhythm with the engine. <br><br>After he gave his name, the gate opened and he drove up the winding road leading to the house. Going past all the cars parked on the street, he rolled up to the driveway and parked in an empty space, the same space he always used when he came over. As always, his gear was stashed in the trunk in case he needed to suit up, but his gift was in a duffel bag he held down at his side as he went into the mansion. The party was already in full swing and the music thudded into his bones as soon as the door closed behind him. He left his gift with Cole's assistant near the door, then walked inside to see who he could see.&nbsp; <br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-09-2020, 04:08:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander Shadmore (M), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Entertaining at a celebrity party<br><hr><br>Kasey didn't always get hired for one-on-one sessions with rich Johns; She was available for quite a lot, including working at casinos to get high rollers to spend more money by convincing them to stay longer and buy more drinks. Tonight, she was hired as a bit of entertainment and eye-candy for Cole Bennett's party. Sure, there were women that he invited to attend, but the rule was always to have more women than men at these sort of things. And it was always a plus to have women who were open to flirt and generally keep the guests having fun.<br><br>Aurora didn't know Cole personally, but he'd gotten her name somewhere. A friend of a friend of a friend, most likely. She'd never been to his mansion, nor even met him prior to tonight, but it didn't matter. A gig was a gig was a gig. It was nothing new and would probably be a lot more bearable than the one-on-one sessions she was growing tired of. But there was nothing else she could do but continue down this path that she had led herself on and simply hope things got easier day by day. She needed to find something better than this life.<br><br>When Xander arrived, Kasey was no where near the front door. She was already flirting with a tall, handsome man near the entrance to the large, immaculate kitchen. The two had escaped the loud music enough to have a little chat. Her fingers toyed with the bottom of his open suit jacket, making sure to have that little connection that was flirtatious, but not overbearing. She held a tall glass of champagne in her other hand, holding it close to her chest as she leaned against the wall, making her breasts the center of his focus as they spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>25-09-2020, 17:43:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0f/dc/38/0fdc384e11de858ab004bcf4bb7693a7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sport pants and tank top<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> One of most dangerous neighborhoods in Meteor City, inside Elena's car<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elena Alviso<br><strong>Content:</strong> chatting with Elena<br><hr><br>With her arms crossed and her fingers tapping against her arms Mia awaited anxiously looking to one side of the street when Elena's car appeared. She had been tracking down her vehicle on her phone for a while now and was already expecting her. One would expect that she would ride in quickly or in a rush but on the contrary walk around the car and opened it's door quite calmly, not exactly relieved yet totally undisturbed. "Hey Elena, how's it been? I so completely missed you but it is not as often as I want that I have to get me a car" She said before climbing up as she casually leaned on the door.<br><br>"Oh, Martin yes. He is..." Who was he?... Or maybe who was he would be more precise? "...nobody. Nobody that matters anyway. But let's not talk about him and talk me about you instead. Are you busy right now?" A lot more relaxed than as she woke up Mai climbed up and sat next to Elena. It was not the first time she called her and she felt a connection towards her. They may not know each other too much, they didn't even had each other's number, but Mai still saw her as a friend, a close one, and perhaps even more. It was just they had not spent enough time together outside of the car so Mai would always be looking for a way to get Elena to spend more time with her. Maybe today would be her lucky day she thought whenever she got a ride from her and this wouldn't be an exception. Maybe she could have Elena join her at the park for a run or for anything else. Maybe she wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day on her own. Maybe..., alright that was too many maybes so maybe she should take the initiative and... great there was another maybe.<br><br>Taking a look at the Elena's screen and seeing how it took a moment for it to display the address of her destination Mai spontaneously let out a comment about it, "State of the art, huh. Don't worry. I'm not in a hurry, I don't mind waiting for a bit." She said while placing a hand on Elena's knee to let her know it was indeed okay. She'd wait then for a reply to her previous question as she awaited for the app to load the address of the park she had picked up before.<br><br>"Hey I don't mind if this doesn't work fine. I just wanted go to some park I could go running and chill down a bit so maybe you can take me to one you know? Any is fine, just get me out of here. I'll make it up to you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angel Fire</strong> on <strong>25-09-2020, 23:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://assets.teenvogue.com/photos/55828844a28d9d4e0540b2e9/master/w_1600%2Cc_limit/beauty-celebrity-beauty-2013-01-aliceenglert-00.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Alviso<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Corazona (Not known yet at this time)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black T-shirt under a brown denim jacket and blue jeans<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Picking up Mai in the shady part of town<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mai Itsuki<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting with Mai, eventually getting to a better part of town<br><hr><br>With Mai eventually getting in the car and brushing off Martin like her passenger always did when it was someone else, Elena let out a sign of relief even more.&nbsp; "I am doing fine.&nbsp; I had a total jerk in here earlier who dropped me here a couple of blocks away.&nbsp; But on the bright side, I did wind up here."&nbsp; She admitted as she could see Mai deciding to get into the front seat.&nbsp; In an instant, she moved her purse and backpack under her legs away from the front passenger's seat to allow Mai to hop right on in.<br><br>Feeling Mai's hand on her jean covered right knee, Elena could not help but to feel a sense of security.&nbsp; Little did she know that she was projecting that same sense towards Mai.&nbsp; It was true that the did not spend much time together.&nbsp; That thought did not really cross Elena's mind but at this moment, it was starting to come on front and center.&nbsp; Who knows what the day was like.&nbsp; Elena had her own schedule outside of a part time evening shift at the McDonald's near her place so it was not like she was pressed for time.&nbsp; The app finally flickered on the address of the park as she let out a soft sigh.&nbsp; "I am on my own schedule so... I am as free or as busy as you like me to be."&nbsp; She truthfully explained as the app finally brought on the address.&nbsp; "Caramba."&nbsp; She let out a soft sigh as she explained further.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I never really liked that park anyways.&nbsp; There isn't enough... beauty in it.&nbsp; I'll get you there just to... let the app do its thing and pay me."&nbsp; She explained as she put the car in gear and went away from that sleazy part of town that she really did not like as she heard the rest of Mai's explanation.<br><br>"With pleasure, señora!"&nbsp; She enthusiastically offered as her emotions were (without her being aware of it) starting to project all around the car as they drove towards the park that the app gave out.&nbsp; It was not far away luckily as it was just on the outskirts of the sleazy part of town.&nbsp; With the address being reached, she swiped her app to simulate Mai getting out of the car and then turned off the app.&nbsp; "There, no more app to interrupt us.&nbsp; Let's get to... a more pleasant place., shall we?"&nbsp; She asked as they started to drive out towards the freeway and then onto it.&nbsp; "Luckily, rush hour is heading into the city, not our way."&nbsp; She admitted as a sign on the side of the road mentioned "Meteor Regional Park" being about 20 miles away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>30-09-2020, 06:15:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b6/25/b8/b625b88708b9eff0163b5e5c416bf034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Sport pants and tank top<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside Elena's car<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elena Alviso<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chatting and feeling at ease with Elena<br><hr><br>Mai sure liked Elena and wanted to get to know her better and get closer to her but even when she wasn’t shy at all not to try a straightforward move on her she would usually think it over before doing it. Today something was different, the feeling of security Elena inadvertently projected over Mai and made her feel confident enough not only just to leave her hand in Elena’s knee but to raise it a little higher as well. Making its way to Elena’s thighs Mai’s hand began to rub her slightly to see what her reaction would be as she seductively teased her, “Well, it seems you are mine for the day then.”<br><br>What Elena said next about having the app do its thing was perfect. Mai had no plans either for the rest of day and spending it with Elena was already proving to be great.&nbsp; A more pleasant place?… where no one will be able to interrupt us? As Elena enthusiasm grew so would Mai’s and soon the caressing grip she had kept on Elena’s leg would become more and more obvious until Elena would not be able to ignore nor Mai able to hide it. Thanks to how loose her sport pants were Mai’s excitement would remain hidden from Elena’s sight at least for now, yet Mai didn’t show any intention of stopping then and her restless fingers continued wandering along the denim fabric as she blushed. “Sure, take me wherever you want, show me some of this beauty of yours”, she said as she squeezed her thigh.<br><br>She couldn’t really explain what it was. It was not the innocent look she had as Mai had already raped a few innocent girls before without developing any feelings towards. It was not her mexican accent either since Mai was more than used to dealing with mexican dealers and smugglers, she wouldn’t know more than a couple words though.It wasn’t her gingerish hair color either as some of Rowanne’s sluts were redheads. It really wouldn’t matter yet Mai would still be staring at Elena from head to toe trying to find out what it was. Her gaze turned aside only at the Meteor Regional Park sign. That was not the kind of park she was initially thinking about, but maybe running wouldn’t be the kind of workout they would be doing either Mai though as the travel there gave her plenty of time to keep fondling Elena.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>30-09-2020, 06:59:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.hentai-cosplays.com/upload/20200130/148/151106/p=700/46.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short night dress, black bra and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">black stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/0c/f9/d00cf949cd09df56ff15142865728719.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2st, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Zoey Camilla Cooper<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for Aurora<br><hr><br>While Mai earned enough from her own industries and from her villain’s small crimes she still liked to stay low on the radar and pretend to live on the expenses of Rowanne. She wouldn’t be using credit cards from missing people more than once or twice and never on any big transactions or in the same place as to get too&nbsp; much attention drawn towards her and she would usually use cash or either untraceable cards or other unlocked methods. She still went through the things of the people she or other gangsters took care of and it was like that she came up with Aurora Parisi’s card in the wallet of a man that wouldn’t be needing it ever again. As usual she investigated the relationship between the man and this woman and it turned out to be that he was just a casual customer of the high class escort woman. She was quite sexy and Mai couldn’t help considering renting her just for the pleasure of being with a woman that didn’t know anything about her, who wouldn’t be asking any questions either and who in addition to that was a high class bombshell.<br><br>It took Mai a while to finally decide and arrange a date with Aurora. By then she not only knew her phone number but her age, her star sign, address, her height, her weight and of course her measurements, most of which wouldn’t be hard to find out though. Mai finally sent her a message, transferred some money to her from a private account and even sent her a present. Not giving her a name or even leaving her a recorded voice message Mai wanted to give Aurora a surprise if not two or three by the time they met. They were to see each other at Totentanz Club, whose owner was an old friend, lover and business partner of Mai, and aurora was told to wear the present that had been sent to her. Inside the box that was delivered to Aurora’s apartment was a fancy sexy red dress and under it some pretty naughty silk and lace lingerie composed of bra and panties with matching thigh high stockings and garterbelt.<br><br>The day arrived and Mai would go to the Totentanz earlier than arranged, she wanted to watch Aurora since the moment she arrived and planned to follow her for a while before actually approaching her. She wouldn’t be looking for Allison, as she called Zoey when in public, but she wouldn’t avoid her either if she found her and would even tell her to join her if she was available. Waiting close to the door so she’d be aware of the people who arrived, Mai stood with a drink on her hand. She’d be mixing her drink with a silver drinking straw more than sipping it actually yet if Aurora arrived a bit late it was likely that Mai could be a little tipsy already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexi Pet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 01:24:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://daman.co.id/daman.co.id/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/Karen-Fukuhara-Katana-of-Suicide-Squad-in-Dress-by-Julie-Vino.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sakura Ito<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Large black robe, black panties and bra. <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> TBD<br><strong>Location:</strong> Sakura's apartment (The View, 3rd floor) <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/001/772/890/large/frederic-bennett-safehousepaintover-02.jpg?1452532256)</div></div> in Les Saarinen City District <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617) The neighborhood is known for its raunchy nightlife (Neo Moulin Rouge) and for being the new headquarters of bohemia art and fashion. It is a center of culture and the unique architecture is based a revival of the architect Eliel Saarinen who was known for Art Deco design in the 1920's. It is home to many street artists and performers, who attempt to recreate Montmartre's heyday in France when it drew famous artists from all over Europe. A visit at night is a stunning sight to behold, full of life and movement, small stores and gallerias, restaurants, and live android performances. One word of caution, it is very crowded at night and pickpockets are a prevalent issue.</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Introspective Reflections/Existential Crisis<br><hr><br>Sakura stood at her window looking down at the city streets below. She peered through the barely opened blinds, her eyes narrowed from the oppressive lights coming through. Her apartment was completely dark, aside from the faint light rays coming through the blinds from the city. There were clothes, books, and an assortment of objects and pictures clustered in unorganized piles all over her room. She hadn't cleaned it in weeks, and had no intention to start now. Near her door was a pile of unpaid bills, electric, rent, bank statements. She was a a freelance photographer who generally got enough money to scrape by comfortable enough, at least enough for food and her bills. But she hadn't taken a picture in sometime now, her camera laid on her bed in the other room unused, the film cartridges empty. One book laid open on her dining room table called 'Beyond Good and Evil' By Fredrich Nietzsche. On the page she had highlighted a quote that she hadn't stopped thinking about since she read it “All great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity.” <br><br>A small flash of warm light sprung from her lighter while lighting up an cigarette and inhaling a long deep breath of the smoke. Her hair was wild and unkept, her oversized black robe hung loosely off her body exposing her fit, ivory white form only wearing a pair of black laced bra and underwear. Her dark brown eyes were full of a melancholic emptiness, scanning the thousands of faces that swarmed by on the streets below. She watched all their unique expressions and emotions, each had a life with joys and pains. Jobs, friends, lovers... a personal history that made them an individual. She exhaled the smoke from her nose in two long streams before immediately taking another deep draw of her cigarette. They... the people she watched below, were not like her. They were human. She was something more. A monster? An Angel? Some freak accident that was never meant to be? She could hear a quiet voice in the back of her mind whispering to her, <em>Your not human...</em><br><br>She felt a twisting knot in her stomach, like a snake slithering and shifting around inside of her. The hairs on the back of her neck shot up as she raised her hand, looking at it intently with fear in her gaze. In seconds her palm and fingers grew longer and merged, the flesh warping into a three foot long, sinuous razor blade. Reflexively she gave a shocked cry, her eyes gaping in horror while she leapt backwards and shook her hand with terror. "No no no! Get the fuck off of me!" before she knew it, her hand had returned to normal. She trembled as she sat down, cradling herself and rocking back and forth slowly. She spoke in a broken stutter, not even aware she was speaking aloud "I-I'm not a monster... I'm like everyone else...". Suddenly the room felt so much smaller, a surge of claustrophobic panic began to fill her. She stood up and stormed around the room grabbing a pair of pants, shirt and coat and threw them on as quickly as possible, making sure to grab a pair of black gloves. <em>I'll feel better outside... I just need some fresh air...</em>. She grabbed her purse and keys, racing towards the door before stopping. She looked to the right at a mirror, checking her face. Everything seemed normal. She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. her tone calmed some, even with the anxiety of leaving her apartment "Everything is going to be fine...". She opened locking it behind her, locking the door and walking down to the streets where people were swarming by.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 05:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/31/ba/0231ba839128c9a8f3570c81836f4f4d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599980#msg15599980)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black Dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 5:00 pm, then 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mai Itsuku<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The back rooms at the Totentanz, 5:00 pm</strong></span><br><br>Zoey slid on the gloves as she watched the two men drop the body on the table, the younger of the two edging away from her as she examined the body. The cut on the throat was superficial and there were bruises, abrasions, and cuts over the body. The dead man had been worked over throughly. She clicked her tongue as she pulled off the shirt and looked over the the&nbsp; wound that killed him as the older man spoke quickly to explain things.<br><br>“Kim, he’s new and lost control. We need to know things only the man knows.” He said in accented English as she continued her examination as she nodded to keep the tattooed man talking. Stabbed in the abdomen, she noted as she closed the shirt. “Can you do?”<br><br>“Ten grand.” She said bluntly as she looked up from the body, her eyes meeting the younger man who flushed and started to growl. “Twelve if he opens his mouth. At least this one didn’t slit the throat, it’s hard to get answers. The cause of death was a deep puncture into the liver, good shot youngblood. Quick and effective, next time use zip ties or cuffs none of this duct tape crap okay? You put a beating on him, professional like besides the tape. Talk with the boys, they will show you painful spots that might be more useful.” She put a hand on the dead man’s forehead and his body pulsed and sat up, stopping as she put a finger to his lips with one hand and taking a thick envelope from the older gangster. <br><br>“He will answer truthfully, in Japanese so no one here will understand, and last for two hours. Then he will drop dead again then RJ and his guys will vanish him. All part of the service.” She pointed to the younger man. “RJ will cover things I talked about, you did mostly right..RJ will give you a bit of polish.” She winked as she pulled off the gloves, dropping them into the trash as she took most of the cash and dropped it in RJ’s hands. <br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Later, Totentanz’ entrance</span></strong><br><br>She was humming as she walked in the club like she owned it, which she did she admitted to herself with a wry smile. She looked thru the waiting line as she pointed one or two of those waiting in line, and nodding to the bouncer as she let him hold the door for her as she beckoned her choices forward in line. <br><br>She slipped thru the crowd and walked over to the bar as she looked over the crowd. The lead bar tender walked up with three fingers of Pappy Van Winkle on ice and a written note on the nights take so far. She nodded as she tucked the note away as she leaned against the bar and looked around. Curiosity pushing her to see who was there.<br><br>She smiled as she spotted Mai, pulling her phone to text her to say hello and let her former lover was at the bar.<br><br><em>You look delicious tonight. I’m by the bar. Z</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 20:56:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.hentai-cosplays.com/upload/20200130/148/151106/p=700/46.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short night dress, black bra and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">black stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/0c/f9/d00cf949cd09df56ff15142865728719.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2st, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi(M), Zoey Camilla Cooper<br><strong>Content:</strong> Approaching to Zoey as she waits for Aurora<br><hr><br>From watching spot Mai would be able to see Zoey from a distance as she entered the club and given that Mai wasn’t actually hiding at all but just standing among the multitude Zoey was able to spot her too. Mai replied to Zoey’s smile with another yet bigger smile and followed her with her eyes until she got to the bar. It was still quite early but Mai wouldn’t take her eyes off from the entrance yet she wouldn’t stop watching Zoey either. Mai knew it wasn’t likely that Zoey would come to her and say hello but it had happened before and Mai simply loved whenever Zoey gave her those little signs that she cared for her. Eagerly expecting for something that wouldn’t happen that night Mai would still get a message and that was enough for her to move closer to the bar.<br><br>Stirring her drink before sipping it completely Mai reached the bar and asked for a refill as she stared at her old lover. She then walked towards Zoey as she got her glass back, Mai’s fingers traced the bar’s surface as she moved closer to her, close enough so she would be able to whisper to her. “Delicious, huh? Are you hungry? Because I’ve got something here that I could feed you with”, she said as she seductively pressed herself against Zoey.<br><br>Mai’s bulge wouldn’t be noticeable yet but if she kept rubbing herself against Zoey as she did, or if she was returned the favor, it certainly would.<br><br>Picking her refilled drink Mai took another sip, “<em>Baka</em>, you should’ve told me you’d be around tonight and I would have reserved this night for you. You see, I got a date tonight and I have already paid for the bitch... But if you don’t mind waiting with me I’ll be sure to reward you later.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 23:03:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/31/ba/0231ba839128c9a8f3570c81836f4f4d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599980#msg15599980)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black Dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mai Itsuku<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing Mai back. <br><hr><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"> Totentanz’ main bar</span></strong><br><br>“Well I thought it was less..blunt than ‘you look fuckable’. I did promise myself to be more...nuanced.” Zoey said as she leaned back against Mai. It felt nice to be this close and Mai’s life energy thrummed thru her awareness, a taste of vanilla and cinnamon mixed with a warmth like smooth brandy. Zoey’s power left her sense the energy of any living being, though most of the time she had to focus. Mai was one of the few that came easily and without effort. She wondered if it was due to their past intimacy. She took another sip of her bourbon, killing it off and tapped the Waterford crystal tumbler to be refilled with three more fingers of 25 year old Pappy Van Winkle family reserve. <br><br>“I honestly should be working on my latest project but I’m needing a refresher on the anatomy of the..subject and my contractor for ceramet plate is behind..” Zoey waved a hand to brush things aside, tonight was not a time to talk business. “Enough, aside from needing three more spools of suture thread from you, no need to talk business. I’m supposed to be play cards with Misha Stewart later tonight. He is running a table, 25k buy in.”<br><br>Every card player in the city knew of Zoey Cooper, semi-retired world champion poker player who funded her consultancy business and the club with her winnings. One of the perks of her disorder, she had almost no physical tells. <br><br>“I should be done by one or so. Misha is good and he brings mostly competent players to his tables. I will be entertained.” She shifted slightly, enjoying Mai’s closeness even if she didn’t show much to the rest of the world. “You can have my vip table of you like, or do you plan to dance then tie her up later? Perhaps after we can have a drink, maybe more? Dinner or something physical?”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 03:32:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HKGGJRs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Custom-made burgundy dress (https://i.imgur.com/GSS1Ekj.jpg), custom-made black and red lingerie, and a pair of red-soled black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/nZHMZ18.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | Around 8:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin'iro (M), Zoey Cooper (M), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Waiting for her client<br><hr><br>Aurora strolled up to the club looking far more dressed up than she usually did. She normally wore dresses that, while still weren't cheap-looking, were not quite as fancy as the one she had on. She tended to wear dresses that were a bit more sturdy of a fabric, but her client had requested she wear this one and who was she to not oblige? So, silk it was. She had yet to find out who it was that she'd be meeting here, as all of their communication had been done via text and written message, which she had received with her gifts. She didn't quite know who to expect or who to look out for when she arrived, but surely they would find her. After all, she was wearing the dress they sent her.<br><br>The Totentanz Club was one she was familiar with, as it was one she visited fairly often to find new clients and meet up with others. So, when she strolled up to the bouncer, she smiled and touched his arm, chatting with him for only a few moments before he let her inside, skipping the line that waited outside, despite the groans and complaints that followed from those who had been waiting some time.<br><br>Aurora was early. Not too early, but a few minutes. She didn't like to keep her Johns waiting, after all; It was bad for business. Dark brown eyes wandered the room as she made her way through the crowd, as if she knew who she'd be looking for. She made her way to the bar, noticing the owner, as she flirted with one of the female patrons. While she would normally walk up and say hello to Zoey, she decided to give her a bit of space while she was occupied, making her way a little further down the bar to order herself something to drink while she waited for her John to arrive or seek her out.<br><br>"Gin and tonic," she ordered with a smile, despite the fact that she really wanted a nice smooth brandy. She didn't know who she was here to see, so her drink of choice needed to be something safe; Something that wouldn't make her John uncomfortable if he wanted something like a martini. She'd learned how to play the game, though she hated it so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 20:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.hentai-cosplays.com/upload/20200130/148/151106/p=700/46.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short night dress, black bra and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">black stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/0c/f9/d00cf949cd09df56ff15142865728719.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2st, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Zoey Camilla Cooper<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing Zoey and flirting with Aurora from a distance<br><hr><br>"Haha, do not push yourself too much, I still love that blunt side of yours. But that means you do want to fuck me... or should it be me who fucks you instead? I can't remember who was in charge last time so perhaps I need you to make me remember. But serious, please do not push yourself too much, you are going to make me hard and I don't want to scare my girl or ruin the surprise. She doesn't know my name or how do I look like so I thought of playing with her a little before catching her in my web." Zoey would feel how a bulge slightly hardened between the valley that was the space between her ass cheeks.<br><br>"I see, you work too hard indeed and I'm grateful for that but you also need some time for yourself or that extra work will end up killing you... again." Mai made a pause right there and stepped away just a little before she had a noticeable erection. She then picked up her metropolitan, stirred again and sipped it, the idea of what Zoey was able to achieve had always spooked her and sent shivers down her spine... yet it somehow also strangely aroused her too so she allowed Zoey to lean against her. "Misha Stewart, huh, that's good.", she then added, "maybe we should plan a small orgy sometime."<br><br>"Oh can I have your vip card too?", Mai's hand didn't lose any time before it began to wander through her lover's body. "And where do you keep it? Shh... don't tell me, I'll find it myself."<br><br>It was then when her date for the night arrived, wearing the clothes she had weaved herself and told to wear. She discreetly stared at her but didn't stop caressing Zoey's figure. She then replied in a higher tone trying to get Aurora to hear her before she walked further away, "Oh you know me well and know what I like doing to my bitches." She then whispered again not to be heard, "perhaps you'd like to join us for a threesome?, nothing too webby but that doesn't mean it will be less fun." <br><br>Mai didn't know if she already knew Aurora, or how much, but once she had the card with her she'd invite Zoey to follow her as she moved closer to where Aurora was. Not next to her but where Aurora could clearly see her, Mai would take the cherry out of her metropolitan and placing it on mouth she would give it a lick, then another one and finally playfully suck it. Whether Zeoy followed her or not Mai would still be looking in Zoey's direction but she also made sure Aurora was also within her line of vision so she could see her reaction. Acting then as if she just noticed that Aurora was watching them, Mai would turn towards Aurora and wink at her with a smile on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>03-10-2020, 00:42:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/1118full-masaki-nakao.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jacket over casual clothes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> TBD<br><strong>Location:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Les Saarinen City District</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakura Ito, Blaine Oscilla (m)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tracking down a potential witness for the murder of twelve people at a dance club <br><hr><br>Just another day at the office.&nbsp; Following up on a lead for a case, Detective Cameron Kazakiri pulled up to the apartment building of a young lady who was seen leaving the scene of the crime.&nbsp; Some time ago, Cam had been assigned a case involving the murder of a dozen people at a dance club.&nbsp; He and his partner, Blaine were called in to investigate.&nbsp; According to the coroner's report, the victims were killed with some kind of extremely long and sharp object, like a Katana.&nbsp; Based on the wounds of the victims, they were most likely looking for someone over six feet tall and strong enough to pierce through bone in a single stroke.&nbsp; With this in mind, evidence, a list of suspects, and potential witnesses were compiled.<br><br>The witnesses that they had managed to get a hold of, however, weren't very helpful.&nbsp; For one thing, no one saw anyone holding anything like a sword.&nbsp; There were some claims about there being some sort of monster there, but... many of those same witnesses were found to be in possession of various hallucinogens.&nbsp; Snow Crash, Glitterstims, Neuroin, and Nukes.&nbsp; There was evidence that all of these different and various drugs were in use at the dance club.&nbsp; That led to the young detective having to track down more witnesses to get a better understanding of what happened there.<br><br>Two of the victims, Becky Shaw and Aubrey Johnson were apparently friends if their social media accounts were of any indication.&nbsp; After hacking into their smartphones, their friendship was confirmed.&nbsp; The police were able to find texts on their phones, the most recent being about going out together that night to the club.&nbsp; There were also photos and more texts, showing that there was one other friend who was with them.&nbsp; The video feeds confirmed this as there was one video footage of all three friends entering the club together.&nbsp; Later that night, the third friend could be seen running out of the dance club with the rest of the crowd.&nbsp; She was overlooked at first, as she blended into the crowd, but if she was friends with two of the victims...<br><br>Cam spent some time cross-referencing the image of the third friend in the video with several photos that could be found in Becky and Aubrey's social media accounts, including Spacebook and SnapShot.&nbsp; Before long, he found her.&nbsp; He found a name: Sakura Ito.&nbsp; After further research through the police database, he was able to find her address, along with several other pieces of information about her.&nbsp; With the address found, he used his abilities to possess and take control of a sparrow that was passing by to find the red-tailed hawk he knew would be around that area.&nbsp; Taking control of the hawk, he sent it out to scout ahead before taking his car and driving to the location.<br><br>On his way to his car, Cam pulled out his banana phone and called his partner, Blaine.&nbsp; The call went straight to voicemail, so he left a message, "Hey, Blaine.&nbsp; It's Cam.&nbsp; I've managed to track down one of the potential witnesses.&nbsp; It's that girl who was with two of the victims, Becky and Aubrey.&nbsp; I'm headed over to her place right now to see if she might have seen anything.&nbsp; I'll text you the details.&nbsp; Call me back as soon as you get this."<br><br>With that done and over with, he started driving over to the apartment building.&nbsp; As he drove there, he checked in on his hawk from time to time.&nbsp; The red-tailed hawk was already at the apartment building, peering through the window of her apartment.&nbsp; The hawk had gotten there just as Sakura was getting ready to leave her apartment.&nbsp; Realizing that he was probably going to miss her, he had the hawk follow her for a bit.&nbsp; Before long, he had pulled up to the apartment building that Sakura lived in, but... she had already left a couple minutes ago.&nbsp; Getting out of the car as quickly as he could, he ran off in the direction that Sakura had gone to.&nbsp; Using his hawk, it wasn't hard to keep track of her and it wasn't long before he was able to catch up to her.<br><br>"Excuse me, Miss?!" Cam called out as he ran over to try and get Sakura's attention.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>03-10-2020, 22:56:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Cole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving at a friends party</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He hadn't made it ten steps before a guy (https://cdn.exercise.com/images/4158/profile.png) with an unfair amount of muscles and good looks came up behind him and picked him up off the floor in a bear hug. "I wondered when you would show up! C'mere bro!" Now Xander was no weakling, and he trained in the gym often, but Cole was 6'7 and like 280lbs. He was a small sasquatch compared to his friend and even just joking he could feel the pressure from hishug. "Gaaaah, lemme go you big bear! I can't breathe," he chuckled through his playful struggles to escape the hug. When Cole let go, he swiftly turned around and hugged him back, hulking him off the floor and swinging him around a bit. He may have been small, but even without his powers Xander knew he had a lot of power in his frame.<br><br>&nbsp;The two men laughed like children seeing each other again after one had gone off to camp for the summer and the smiles between the two were genuine as he set the baller back down. "It's good to see you again, brother. Happy birthday and all that! Oh, and when you see my present? Done deal. You won't care about anything else you got tonight, guaranteed," he said with a look of absolute certainty on his face. "Oh? So you can tell me all about it huh?" A playful slap to Xander's shoulder came from nowhere and he pretended that it hurt a lot more than it did. <br><br>"No. I'm not a birthday cheater. You get your gift when you open it with everyone elses. Now where can a brotha get a drink around here? I'm good for a few and if I get too tipsy my car can drive me home...man I love technology." Cole only shook his head and hooked Xander with his arm and started walking them to the kitchen. "I already got a head start on you, bro. Come on, all the good shits in the kitchen."[/color] Even though he knew the way, Xander let Cole guide him through the huge house and the throng of guests toward the kitchen where the good booze were kept.<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>03-10-2020, 23:45:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander Shadmore (M), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Seeing someone she definitely doesn't want to<br><hr><br>Cole was a hard person to miss. He was far too tall to blend into the crowd and people seemed to part like water in the red sea as he was making his way through. The movement caught her attention, causing her to glance over to see the birthday boy as he made his way towards the kitchen. But in his arm walked someone quite familiar that froze her for a moment, even as the man she was talking to kept on chatting her up.<br><br><em><strong>Xander </strong>fucking <strong>Shadmore</strong></em>.<br><br>She hadn't seen him in person since high school, since she was at what she had thought was her lowest. And every time she got to that low point, she'd look him up, tempted to reach out, but never doing so. The sight of him weighed heavy in her heart, a reminder of her mother that nearly brought tears to her eyes and filled her with anger, but she snapped out of it quickly. She wasn't Kasey tonight. She was Aurora. And Aurora didn't have that rage, that pain, that history. Aurora was perfectly content with anyone she met and happy to engage with strange men who wished to bury their faces in her breasts and spill their secrets after having spilled a load or two.<br><br>It had felt like an eternity for her to snap out of it and return her focus to the man in front of her, though he hadn't even noticed the minor tensing of her body before she turned her attention back to him with a smile. "Do you wanna go dance?" she asked as she playfully tugged him away from the kitchen doorway to put him between her and Xander, hoping to avoid him entirely tonight. Just her fucking luck that <strong>he</strong> would be here.<br><br>"Pleeeaaase?" she pouted sweetly before biting her lower lip as she looked up to the man, but he had no interest in dancing. Instead, he pushed Aurora firmly back up against the doorframe to the kitchen to keep her in place. It wasn't a drastic shove or anything that would be too noticeable to those around them, but it was an obvious statement of <em>'You're staying right here.'</em><br><br>Fuck. Guess there was no way she was going to make sure she avoided Xander in this moment. All she had was the hope that he would be too pre-occupied with his buddy Cole to notice she was standing right beside the doorway they were making their way towards. Maybe he wouldn't even remember her. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her. Her hair was far shorter now than it had been and she now showed far more skin than she had ever done back then. She was a different person from the last time he had seen her. So maybe that was enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexi Pet</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 01:02:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/e1/2c/fbe12c88837e5707b74370bbdc896234.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sakura Ito<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black coat, gloves, pants and boots.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> TBD<br><strong>Location:</strong> on street in&nbsp; Les Saarinen City District <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617) The neighborhood is known for its raunchy nightlife (Neo Moulin Rouge) and for being the new headquarters of bohemia art and fashion. It is a center of culture and the unique architecture is based a revival of the architect Eliel Saarinen who was known for Art Deco design in the 1920's. It is home to many street artists and performers, who attempt to recreate Montmartre's heyday in France when it drew famous artists from all over Europe. A visit at night is a stunning sight to behold, full of life and movement, small stores and gallerias, restaurants, and live android performances. One word of caution, it is very crowded at night and pickpockets are a prevalent issue.</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Content:</strong> Introspective Reflections/Existential Crisis<br><hr><br>She waited a moment before going outside into the busy streets, already feeling that familiar anxiety she would get when surrounded by people. She took out two translucent, orange hued bottles that were for her more severe symptoms. She twisted off the caps before swallowing two white pills and putting them back in her bag. In seconds she could feel her heart rate slow down, her mind quitting and a general sense of numbing wash over her body in a soft wave. Pharmaceuticals in the modern day activated exceptionally quickly, without long arduous waits for the effects to kick in. With her cocktail of medication in full swing, her eyes dilated into wide circles and she stepped out into the busy streets without as much feeling. <br><br>She squinted from bright daylight illuminating the city, slipping on a pair of black ray band glasses to shadow her gaze. She immediately lit a cigarette and began to put on a pair of headphones and started to walk down the street. She didn't make it far tell she spotted Cameron walking towards her with a tentative look on his face. She crossed her arms and took off her head set looking at him with a mixed expression of uncertainty and caution. "Uh... Y-yes?" She asked while crossing her arms around her chest in a n almost defensive posture.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 02:09:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/1118full-masaki-nakao.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black jacket over casual clothes<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> TBD<br><strong>Location:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Les Saarinen City District</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakura Ito<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tracking down a potential witness for the murder of twelve people at a dance club <br><hr><br>Noticing that Sakura appeared to be in a defensive posture and realizing how strange it must be for some stranger to run up to her like that, Cameron kept a respectable distance away as soon as he got her attention.&nbsp; "Hi there, are you Sakura Ito?"<br><br>Cam took a look around, taking note that the street they were on was pretty busy with people walking around.&nbsp; He decided to take a bit of a risk and step in a little closer.&nbsp; He didn't want to draw any unwanted attention when he pulled out his badge.&nbsp; He wondered if maybe he should've just waited until Sakura had returned home.<br><br>"My name's Detective Cameron Kazakiri from the MCPD, but you can just call me Cam," Cameron explained as he showed his badge.&nbsp; He held it up long enough for Sakura to see it before putting it away again.&nbsp; Holding out his hands in what he hoped as a friendly manner, he chuckled and added, "Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything like that.&nbsp; I just wanted to talk to you for a bit.&nbsp; Could you spare some time?"<br><br>That much was true.&nbsp; As far as Cam was concerned, Sakura wasn't in any trouble right now.&nbsp; She was just a potential witness who could help piece together what had happened at the dance club.&nbsp; Taking another look around, Cam remembered a few posts from Becky and Aubrey's posts, mentioning a restaurant they frequently went to.&nbsp; Figuring a familiar environment might help, he pointed in the direction of that restaurant.<br><br>"How about I buy you a meal for your trouble?" Cam offered.&nbsp; He could just expense it to the MCPD anyway... as long as he remembered to keep the receipt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 02:15:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Sherwin<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Lord Aether (barely known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> @Chase Kostan | Mai Itsuki (M) Zoey Cooper (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start to a great meeting<br><hr><br>Making his way to their shady table in the back, past other party-goers with more grace than a man of his size should really exhibit, Charles was humming a tone to himself fully going against the actual music in the club, which he never even paid attention to. Of course he didn't - this place was merely a cover! The perfect place to meet, or so he had been told and heard about, for when you wanted to discuss something potentially highly dangerous in private. He didn't even pay attention to any of the beautiful women and men present in the club, so focused he was simply on his goal - he passed right past a pair of very beautiful people right next to the bar without even noticing them, apparently. Really, he fit in here about as well as oil mixed with water - his incredibly plain clothes, his disregard for why people normally came to clubs...<br><br>At their table, Charles set down one of the cheapest drinks available in the club, sliding one to his ally with a bit of a flourish of his hand, before sitting down himself - seemingly without a drink at all, before pulling it 'out of nowhere'. Really, just a bit of misdirection and holding his hand <em>just</em> right enough for it to not be visible - no actual trickery of the supernatural kind involved, his eyes their usual hazel brown as an indicator. Charles' hair was unkempt as usual, and his stubble didn't do anything to hide his wide, slightly goofy grin. Who'd ever guess this odd duo were secretly among those that kept ordinary people looking over their shoulder despite superheroes starting to crop up for real?<br><br><strong>"There you go, my treat. ... And if this works, next time it'll be better than this watered down horse-piss, too."</strong> With a chuckle, he took a deep sip of his beer anyway, despite it really tasting utterly dreadful. Their table here, as far in the back as you could go, was barely illuminated at all, and he didn't even have to help with that, almost as if these few had been made with the intent of allowing people to converse unobserved by anyone not sporting night-vision goggles. <strong>"So, what do you think? We got it narrowed down to these three."</strong> He lazily waved at the three names written onto the small slip of paper on the table. <strong>"What would be the biggest show for us?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 03:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Veronica-mars-best-logan-scenes6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Sherwin, Aurora Parisi (M), Mai Itsuki (M), Zoey Cooper (M), <br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning out the next big heist<br><hr><br>The Totentanz Club.&nbsp; Chase was familiar with this place thanks to the Bratva's dealings with its owner, Zoey Cooper.&nbsp; He hadn't actually met the owner yet or what the nature of business that the Bratva had with her.&nbsp; He knew some form of relationship existed.&nbsp; He just didn't know what.&nbsp; In any case, this club proved to be quite the perfect place for people to meet up and plan out their next big crime.&nbsp; He shouldn't have doubted Charles... though he probably should've made sure his partner fit in here better.<br><br>Unlike Charles, Chase had made sure to dress up like all the other party-goers who went to a club like this one.&nbsp; As he waited for Charles, he took a good look around.&nbsp; He noticed the owner, of course.&nbsp; How could he not?&nbsp; She was a lovely lady, after all, especially in that little black dress.&nbsp; Although... the woman she was talking to was more to his tastes.&nbsp; Hmm... that woman looked familiar, by the way... ah, wasn't she that lovely young lady who was with Rowanne MacFinnis that one time?&nbsp; Chase remembered how Rowanne needed help from the Bratva in usurping her father's position.&nbsp; That girl... Mai was with her that time, wasn't she?&nbsp; He wondered what they were talking about.&nbsp; Based on their body language... were those two perhaps into each other?<br><br>The one that really caught his attention, however, was the cute and sexy young lady in the burgundy dress.&nbsp; It looked like she was waiting for somebody.&nbsp; Under normal circumstances, he would be walking over there right about now to talk to her and see if she was interested.&nbsp; Maybe buy her a drink.<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted, however, when his partner in crime sat down at the table and slid a drink over to him.&nbsp; It wasn't really his choice of drink, but... whatever.&nbsp; A drink's a drink.<br><br>"Dude, if this works, I'm buying.&nbsp; We're getting the good stuff next time.&nbsp; Russian Vodka.&nbsp; You ever had that?" Chase chuckled before taking a swig from his own beer.&nbsp; He grimaced at the awful taste, though he supposed he had worse.&nbsp; Setting his drink down, he looked over the three names that had been set in front of him.&nbsp; Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he considered their choices, "Hmm... this one... no.&nbsp; They already did a transfer recently, so there's not much left in their vault right now.&nbsp; That one's way too small league.&nbsp; Even if we pull it off, we'll get maybe page nine news <em>at best</em>.&nbsp; This one, though... eh... I suppose...?&nbsp; I mean, if I had to choose between these three?"<br><br>They needed something big.&nbsp; They needed something bold.&nbsp; They needed something that will guarantee that their faces will be plastered all over the front page news.&nbsp; Well... their masks, anyway.&nbsp; It wouldn't do if their real faces were exposed.<br><br>"Wasn't there a big name Casino in this city that's gonna host some big event really soon?&nbsp; I think they've got a celebrity guest dropping in to do a show or something."<br><br>Chase looked back down at the three names that Charles had written down.&nbsp; Was that casino one of those three?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 04:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tibs2.threeifbyspace.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/jasondohringttp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi (M), Alexander Shadmore (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crashing a celebrity party<br><hr><br>Chase may not have been much of a Laker's fan, but one of the members of the Bratva certainly was.&nbsp; At first, Chase was a bit hesitant to go, but changed his mind when he heard more about the party.&nbsp; His friend and fellow Bratva member, Viktor was a silent partner of the LA Lakers and so, he got an invitation.&nbsp; It seemed, however, that something last minute came up for Viktor and so he wouldn't be able to make it tonight.&nbsp; The invitation went to Chase, mostly by chance as he happened to be around with Viktor got that call.&nbsp; Figuring a party was a party and hey... he was technically doing his friend a favour, so... why not?<br><br>With Viktor's gift for Cole in hand, Chase made his way into the mansion using Viktor's invitation.&nbsp; He figured he should probably drop off the gift and greet the birthday boy first chance he got.&nbsp; The sooner he got that over with, the sooner he could start enjoying the party.<br><br>Fortunately, Cole Bennett stuck out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; The basketball player stood above the rest of the people there due to his height.&nbsp; As Chase made his way through the crowd, he noticed that Cole appeared to be talking to someone else.&nbsp; Alexander Shadmore.&nbsp; Chase was familiar with him as they went to the same high school, though Xander was a grade below him so it wasn't like they had that many chances to meet.&nbsp; He mostly knew Xander through his Youtube channel.&nbsp; After Chase came back from Russia and finished up his last year of high school, he heard all about Xander, who had at that point started gaining quite a bit of a following.&nbsp; Chase wondered if maybe he should try and talk to Cole later, but noticed they seemed to be headed for the kitchen.&nbsp; Figuring this might be the opportunity he was looking for, he decided to approach the celebrity basketball player.<br><br>"Hi, Cole Bennett?" Coming up from behind Cole and Xander, Chase waved with his one free hand as he attempted to get their attention.&nbsp; He then extended a handshake, "I'm Viktor's friend, Chase.&nbsp; It's an honour to meet you.&nbsp; Anyways, I thought I should let you know, but Viktor couldn't make it tonight.&nbsp; He says he's really sorry, but he had a family emergency he had to take care of.&nbsp; This is from him, by the way."<br><br>Looking over Cole's shoulder, he thought he saw something happening near the doorway to the kitchen.&nbsp; He noticed a man and a woman getting frisky against the doorframe, but that was all.&nbsp; Maybe it was just his imagination...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 16:16:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Sherwin<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Lord Aether (barely known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> @Chase Kostan<br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning <strong>the big one.</strong><br><hr><br>"Do I look like someone that can afford the good stuff?" Grinning at his bit of self-deprecatation, they both knew that Charles was quite determined to change his current status as one of the poorest men in this entire damn town with a big bang that would turn everyone's head. But the prospect of trying the authentic stuff with Chase sounded right up his alley.<br><br>Charles cringed at the idea of the duo ending up on page friggin NINE instead of where they belonged: front and center on the first page, with a fittingly dramatic headline, like 'Amazing Crime Duo Clears Out Entire Vault', or 'Terrifying Villains Shock City', though really, the first would be more appropriate. Neither of the two was very likely to try to 'terrify' people, after all, but everyone knew what the news had been like for the last, oh, over half a century. Nearly a century even? But so long as they were on <em>every</em> front page, they'd be just where they belonged, grinning under their masks.<br><br><strong>"Urgh, yeah. Scratch this one."</strong> Charles flicked a pen into his hand from seemingly nowhere - of course, just his sleeve - he put a big, fat line right over the two that weren't even in real consideration anymore. But that event Chase brought up... A lightbulb lit up above the magician's head. Figuratively, of course, this time. He was right! There <em>was</em> a big event in one, and not just 'sometime soon'... It was tomorrow. <strong>"Man, sometimes I forget the obvious. That was the entire reason I had this one written down."</strong> The magician pointed at the final remaining name - a no-name casino... at first glance. But one on the rise. <strong>"A high-roller event, yeah. I can't even remember who, but that's not important anyway. Not like their picture's gonna be on the front page anymore. Tomorrow evening, they'll try going beyond being no-name. No idea who's sponsoring it, but I can't say I give a particularly huge damn, either."</strong><br><br>Would they piss off the mob, some crime family, or perhaps even an actual legal business? It'd be interesting for sure, and would give them even more notoriety. <strong>"Think we can get one of your calling cards there in time?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2020, 21:13:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/70/36/9e7036b236e9241d73ad1fbd3f1d5845.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white short dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander Shadmore(M), Cole Bennett(M), Aurora Parisi(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving at a party she was invited to<br><hr><br>Jolie wasn't familiar with the name Cole Bennett. Gosh, she wasn't even familiar with the Lakers, yet there she was at an exclusive party at his mansion. It sure was a huge place which made her curious about what he did for a living. She was laughed at but she soon found out that he was a pro basketball player for something called NBA, a pretty famous league. How did she end up there then? The answer was pretty simple, Jolie was simply gorgeous and somewhat famous too so it wasn't strange that she was invited. She would also be taking this chance to increase her popularity for the upcoming spring season fashion shows and catalogs.<br><br>Gracefully swaying her hips around the place Jolie smiled brightly to both men and women alike as she headed to the man of the night who happened to be hugging some close friend of his. In her way she would catch a glimpse of her friend Aurora and raise her hand to say hi although perhaps she wouldn't notice her. Jolie herself had not been hired as anyone's company of course as Aurora Parisi was, and to be fair she didn't even know Aurora had that kind of job despite their closeness, so she arrived alone. It shouldn’t be strange that she would be approached by someone preventing her to get where Cole was, Russell Wells was his name and he was the manager of a basketball team named the LA Lakers. Not knowing what team Cole played in, Jolie wouldn't know he was Cole's manager yet she still behaved quite friendly towards him.<br><br>While it wasn't of public knowledge Jolie was a lesbian yet she had a thing for teasing men so not only she didn't miss this chance to make a new contact with Russell but also to give the man a flirtatious smile and a caress on his shoulder as she introduced herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-10-2020, 18:36:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Cole, Chase, "Aurora"<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drinks and Reintroductions</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> It was funny how he kept running into Kasey Esposito, but never saw her or talked to her. Here and now, just like back in school, she was so close, but as she noticed him, like back then he was already engaged in something else. He had no clue she were here, only a few feet away, and as he and Cole were catching up, a stray thought of her hadn't even crossed his mind. As the two men entered the kitchen, Xander glanced over at the man and woman pressed up on the wall out of pure reflex, and that was it.<br><br>&nbsp;He didn't linger because their faces didn't immediately trigger something so he had no reason to think he even knew them, and while they could definitely meet later, right now he was about to drink with his boy. "I got some 200 year old Scotch bro. Never been opened, but I figured, fuck it, right? It's my birthday and I'll get drunk as a skunk if I want to, hahah!" Xander snickered, trying to hold back his laughter. "Yo just make sure you don't have practice tomorrow. I remember that one time we got fuuuuucked up before that home game you had against San Antonio and you had me <em>lie</em> to the coach and tell him you got food poisoning at a pop-up gaming event?<br><br>&nbsp;Then I had to actually host a pop-up event just so you wouldn't get caught?!" The two broke out into laughter at the memory because they'd been scrambling to make it happen so Cole didn't get blasted into oblivion with training for the next two weeks. The laughter died down when someone Xander had never seen came up making sure Cole was the right person before introducing himself as Chase, a friend of Viktor, who to his knowledge was one of the silent partners and investors in the Laker's franchise.<br><br>Which basically meant that he gave a lot of money and business to the organization, and got a whole lot of money and benefits in return. He just didn't have his name on any plaques, but got treated just the same as all the other big wigs. Cole shook Chase's hand, accepting the gift with a worried look and placing it down on the island. "Oh no, is everything okay? I know Katya had her surgery last month but everything was going good last I heard. Is it one of the kids?" <br><br>Despite looking like a handsome bear of man, and being known for destroying people in the paint with his mix of ferocity, athleticism, size and speed, Cole was a big teddy bear off the court. Viktor was a good friend and he was genuinely concerned about him and his family. Taking the opportunity to make sure his buddy didn't guilt himself out of his own birthday party, Xander found where the liquor was and several cups. One for each person in the room. "Let's drink and send our prayers to Viktor's family." Looking over at the couple, he'd noticed out of the corner of his eye how the man had the girl pinned against the wall. It wasn't aggressive but it didn't seem completely consensual either. "You two join us. It's a party. Let's get drunk!" He still hadn't gotten a clean look at the woman, so he had no idea who she was, but if she came over, there was a good chance he'd begin to pick up on the small clues of the girl he used to sort of know.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>07-10-2020, 03:23:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Chase, Jolie, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Wishing she never took this gig<br><hr><br>On the outside, Aurora was calm and smiling, still flirting with the man that demanded her attention, but on the inside, Kasey was fuming. Everything she had seen from her mild, spread out instances of cyber stalking was true. Xander had the perfect fucking life. He was best friends with some rich basketball player, attending fancy parties, living the fucking life while Kasey spent her days <em>entertaining </em>the likes of him. She was struggling to stay in character, though the man that was already feeling her up wouldn't notice in the slightest, too focused on her body to even notice the hint of something less than pleasant in her eyes.<br><br>She let him touch her, his hands on her hips, squeezing as he pressed his body up against hers while his face moved close to her neck, taking in the warm fragrance of vanilla and bourbon. He was hardly even drunk, and yet he had no issues putting his hands on her and keeping her from moving away from the wall so he could take as much as he wanted. And she was simply there to accept it. Oh, the glamorous life she lived. But at least this guy was managing to keep her from seeing Xander's face. His voice, though, she couldn't escape from. He laughed and joked in the kitchen behind her, having a grand old time with his friend, the celebrity, and whoever had followed them into the kitchen. She hadn't seen him before at any parties like these.<br><br>As she allowed the buzzed man to move his hands around to her ass and pull her body closer, she noticed her friend, Jolie, waving at her from the party. Oh, how she would've loved to just shove this horny bastard off of her and run off to hang out with her friend instead, but Jolie still didn't know what Aurora did for a living. And she hoped to keep it that way. So, she grave a smile and a small little wave before turning her attention back to the man that seemed to just love groping her in this doorway.<br><br>She had been about to suggest they go find an empty room, hoping to stay away from Xander as much as possible, but <em>of course</em> her had to call to them, inviting them into the kitchen for drinks. Kasey would've bet money that this guy would've completely ignored the offer to stay right where he was, and she would've lost miserably. Of course this guy didn't know she didn't need to be drunk to sleep with him. And of course this guy jumped at the offer to get some hot girl wasted. <em>Men. Fucking pigs.</em><br><br>He pulled her off the wall and into the kitchen without hesitation, pulling her into the kitchen with <strong>him</strong>. Her eyes avoided Alexander Shadmore as she walked over to the island with the stranger's arm around her waist. She was all smiles, hiding her anger and pain as best as she could. It was second-nature to her at this point in her life.<br><br>"There's a lot of sausages in this kitchen, don't you think, birthday boy?" she teased playfully to Cole as she leaned forward on the island, crossing her arms on the countertop, under her breasts. The position made her breasts a bit more rounded at the top, making them the focus rather than her face. "Maybe I should go grab a few girls and see if we can do some body shots on this island. <em>Really </em>get the party going?" she offered before turning her attention to Chase to see what he thought. Her eyes never fell on Xander once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>07-10-2020, 07:25:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Veronica-mars-best-logan-scenes6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Sherwin, Jolie Barbier (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning out the next big heist<br><hr><br>"Hey, if anything, us crashing their event might help them become even more famous.&nbsp; If anything, they should be thanking us for making their spot the next major tourist trap in Meteor City," Chase joked before taking another sip from his beer.&nbsp; That sip reminded him that the stuff was vile and not suitable for consumption.&nbsp; He decided to set his bottle a little further away from himself.&nbsp; "I think it was... Jolie Barbier!&nbsp; That's her name!&nbsp; I remember now.&nbsp; She's the celebrity they've got doing a fashion gig at the Shooting Star Casino."<br><br>He remembered seeing the commercials about it.&nbsp; The ads for that fashion show have been popping up all over Youtube recently.&nbsp; It was the only reason why he remembered it.&nbsp; Okay... maybe not the only reason why.&nbsp; He was about to hit the "skip ad" button when... well... when Jolie popped up on his screen.&nbsp; He let the ad keep playing a little while longer.<br><br>"Hmm?&nbsp; The calling card?&nbsp; Ah, right.&nbsp; No worries, I've got that covered," Chase replied.&nbsp; He almost reached for his bottle a third time... but remembered not to go for it this time.&nbsp; "I've got a hacker friend on standby.&nbsp; Once I make the call, the calling card will be delivered to the news station right when they're in the middle of interviewing the owner of the Shooting Star Casino about Jolie's fashion show."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>07-10-2020, 08:14:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tibs2.threeifbyspace.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/jasondohringttp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Alexander Shadmore, Jolie Barbier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crashing a celebrity party<br><hr><br>"Oh, no.&nbsp; Nothing like that.&nbsp; I mean, Dimitri did get into some trouble.&nbsp; Ah... you know how teenagers can get sometimes.&nbsp; I really shouldn't say anything more than that, though.&nbsp; Just that, it's not <em>that kind</em> of emergency, you know?" Chase shook his head and laughed it off.&nbsp; Viktor gave a bit of a brief explanation about how one of his kids, Dimitri got into a bit of a fight at a college house party after some underage drinking.&nbsp; The young Bratva member figured it best not to go into too much detail about that.&nbsp; Now that he thought about it, that made it all the more funny that Xander was proposing that they drank and sent their prayers to Viktor's family.&nbsp; "I'll be sure to let Viktor know that your thoughts are with him."<br><br>When Xander turned his attention toward the couple at the doorway, Chase's eyes followed.&nbsp; He thought the woman looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't really place where.&nbsp; Maybe she just had one of those faces.&nbsp; No... that wasn't right.&nbsp; He wouldn't forget about a face that beautiful.&nbsp; Must've been his imagination.<br><br>When Aurora suggested that she go get a few more girls, she had Chase's attention.&nbsp; Okay, that was a lie.&nbsp; She already had Chase's attention when she leaned forward on the island.&nbsp; Doing his best to keep his eyes on Aurora's face, Chase agreed with her, "I like the way you think.&nbsp; Sounds like fun.&nbsp; Let's do that."<br><br>Suddenly, he got an idea.&nbsp; Reaching into his own jacket pocket, he pulled out a flask.<br><br>"Speaking of getting drunk... have any of you tried Balkan Vodka before?" Chase asked as he held out the flask for the others to see.&nbsp; Balkan 176 Vodka.&nbsp; 88% abv.&nbsp; He started carrying a small flask of the stuff ever since he became a member of the Bratva.&nbsp; He glanced over toward the man who was with Aurora earlier and said, "You're looking a little tipsy there.&nbsp; Maybe you should pass on this one."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>10-10-2020, 02:26:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Sherwin<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Lord Aether (barely known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> @Chase Kostan | Jolie Barbier (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start to a great meeting<br><hr><strong><br>"Jolie Barbier..." </strong>Charles tried to remember for a second, but drew a blank. He had probably just not seen her face in any adverts, or had simply forgotten it. Probably unlikely if she was enough to turn heads and make an event like that stick out, but oh well! He'd get re-acquainted with her soon enough, if the thieving duo found themselves in need of a hostage for some daring escape action or to threaten the police with. Not that Charles would ever actually hurt a hostage on purpose! He was a showman and thief, not a brutal thug. Lord Aether was a grand villain for a civilized age. <strong>"Yeah, doesn't ring a bell, but good on you for remembering. And for having a guy in the chair just on the ready. You've really gotten this business nailed down already."</strong><br><br>The stage magician grinned and finished the rest of his foul drink in one go, which he instantly regretted. Turning slightly green in the face, raw self-control made sure he wasn't redecorating this back corner of the establishment right about now. Being poor really friggin sucked, so it was good that he was about to say goodbye to that life. <br><br><strong>"Really, we pull a few like this, and the establishments around Meteor City will <em>hope</em> their events are visited by us to drive up headlines. 'Fashion show crashed by dashing villain duo' is a way better sell than 'fashion show at casino turns a few heads', right? They'll condemn us up front and happily count bills while praising us."</strong> Distracting himself from the incredible desire to refill his beer with the contents of his stomach by keeping up their lighthearted conversation,&nbsp; he pulled out another sheet of paper - this one larger once unfolded. He had brought basic maps of the places on the list, just in case.<br><br><strong>"Any favored entry points? We could just walk right in the front and 'appear' in the middle. Bit of effort from me, but doable, especially if we want to crash a stage."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2020, 19:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/70/36/9e7036b236e9241d73ad1fbd3f1d5845.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white short dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alexander Shadmore(M), Cole Bennett(M), Aurora Parisi(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Letting herself be guided around by Cole's team manager.<br><hr><br><strong>"Well if it isn't the Barbie model herself, I'd recognize that angel face AND those killing curves just anywhere"</strong>, Russell called as he stood in Jolie's way. The man spoke out loud and moved his hands a lot that it was impossible to ignore yet he was so confident in himself and so straight forward that she couldn't help not only to stay by his side but also to play her little game.<br><br>Giggling at the comparison with the plastic doll Jolie accepted his words as a compliment and then, even when an introduction on her side was not needed, she introduced herself, "Tee hee, thanks for <em>la complimont</em>. Jolie Barbier, and you are..." <strong>"Russell Wells, manager of the LA Lakers."</strong> They shook hands but as he continued speaking Jolie's flirtatious hand was soon on his shoulder. <strong>"I've seen you on some mags and man!, you look so hot no matter what you wear."</strong> His eyes were all over her and he wasn't discreet about it but that didn't bother her at all, on the contrary she would play her own game and follow up. "I 'ope it is not only lingerie mags which you 'ave been staring at Russ because mon eyes are up here, ha ha.", she would reply in a playful tone as she placed her index finger on his chin to lift his head upwards.<br><br><strong>"Ha, ha, not at all, ahem, but I wanted to take the chance to speak business with you if you allow me to escort you around."</strong> He'd offer her his arm which she immediately grabbed without hesitation. "Sure go ahead, I'm intrigued by what you 'ave in mind. <em>Bien que</em> you should better talk to <em>mon ajéncy</em> about anything business relatéd." Completely losing sight of Cole and his friend Xander and never having noticed her friend Aurora or the young russian guy, Jolie let herself be guided around by the arm of the man who exhibited her almost like a trophy and who tried to convince her to get into a cheerleader outfit, not necessarily for anything remotely related with advertising.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-10-2020, 19:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Cole, Aurora, Chase<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drunk o' Clock</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Cole eyed Chase for a few seconds when he made it clear that it wasn't something incredibly bad, but that his son Dimitri had gotten into some trouble. That could mean a wide range of things, but Cole, a super nice guy with a bit of a buzz going and having a good time for his birthday took it to mean the standard. Maybe a fight, some alcohol or weed, maybe something with a girl. The regular stuff boys his age get in trouble for; the same stuff he and Xander had gotten in trouble for when they were younger. He gave him that knowing look and a nod.<br><br>&nbsp;"Ahhhh, gotcha. Well we've all been there, huh? Hahahah. Glad to hear it's not too bad. When you talk to him, tell him I'll be in touch...probably after my hangover wears off," he said with a good-natured laugh that was simply infectious, since that's the kind of guy Cole was. If you didn't like him or thought he was putting on an act, something was wrong with you as a person because he was just a genuinely nice guy. The pretty lady with the guy who didn't seem to be able to handle his liquor pointed out how it was a sausage fest in the kitchen, and she was technically right. <br><br>It was her, and four guys; nothing exciting about that. She offered to find some other sexy ladies who'd be down for body shots, turning to Chase after flaunting her cup size at all of them. Standing there, something was prodding Xander in the back of his head. A memory, an echo; something like that. He just couldn't place it. However, when he looked at the girl, it was definitely there. She was busy looking at every other guy in the room but him, however her face wasn't hidden, and something about it rang a definitely bell. <br><br>Just...what was it? He didn't focus on it too hard for the moment, instead smiling and hopping back into the conversation. "Body shots are <em>never</em> a bad idea. I'm down for the cause." Then Chase pulled out a flask, asking if any of them had experienced Balkan Vodka before. "The answer to that is no, but I'll try damn near anything once. I probably needed a bit more hair on my chest anyway," he joked. Laughing with the others, his eyes fell back on the girl and slowly, understanding seemed to dawn on him. "Kasey? Is that you?"<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>12-10-2020, 22:31:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cole, Xander, Chase, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Caught off guard<br><hr><br>Aurora watched Chase as he pulled out a flask from his jacket pocket. Her eyes stayed on him as he spoke, almost ignoring Xander in a way as she avoided looking in his direction, other than to draw her attention to Cole from time to time. Her eyes never fell on Alexander Shadmore, though. They simply moved past him to Cole, as if he didn't even exist in her world. He was a ghost, to be ignored until he disappeared entirely. A vocal ghost, unfortunately. His laugh, the smile in his voice, it angered her. Inside, she was fuming, ready to scream, but outside she kept that coy smile on her lips as she eyed the flask in Chase's hand until...<br><br><em>"Kasey? Is that you?"</em><br><br>Hearing her name, her <em>real</em> name, caught her off guard, pulling the smile from her lips as she turned her head to finally look at him before putting on that smile again. It was as if she needed a second for her mind to reboot and recognize that she was Aurora tonight, not Kasey. "Me? Oh, sweetie, you're mistaken. My name's Aurora. Aurora Parisi. Do I look like an old girlfriend or something?" she teased, trying her best to play it off, though inside she was shocked that he even recognized her at all, let alone remembered her name. Xander and Kasey, though they had gone to the same school, they definitely didn't fit in with the same crowds. Kasey didn't fit into a crowd at all. She made sure of it.<br><br>"Let me go find some lovely ladies to hop up on this island," she offered, patting the countertop as she backed away from it to head towards the door. She needed to stay out of Xander's sight as much as she possibly could if she was going to get away with playing it off like she wasn't who he thought she was.<br><br>"Save me a swig of that, will ya?" she asked Chase quietly with a smirk as she walked past him, her hand lightly grazing his on the way by. She had seen the way he had been looking at her, so she knew the tiny little tease would keep her on his mind for at least a little while. The guy she had come in with followed after her, eager not to let her out of his sight, which she was fine with for now. She'd lose him as soon as she found the right moment. And given how much he had already had to drink, it wouldn't take long before he needed to find a place to sit down if he drank any more. Lucky for her, he managed to grab a fresh bottle on the way out of the kitchen.<br><br>As soon as she got out of the immediate vicinity, she turned to face him as he took a swig from his bottle. "How about you check the living room and see if there are any hot little ladies who might wanna do some body shots and I'll check the patio?" she asked as she toyed with the collar on his suit jacket. "I'll meet you back in the kitchen?"<br><br>Oh, how she managed to sweet talk this man to do anything in his condition. There was no way he was going to make it back to the kitchen and find her there. Kasey needed to keep away from Xander while still doing her job. It was going to be a tough one, but what other option did she have?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>14-10-2020, 06:58:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tibs2.threeifbyspace.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/jasondohringttp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Alexander Shadmore, Jolie Barbier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crashing a celebrity party<br><hr><br>"Alright, but just to warn you, this stuff is really potent.&nbsp; It's 176 proof, more than twice your regular vodka," Chase warned as he unscrewed the flask and started pouring out shots for everyone.&nbsp; He placed the shots in front of Xander and Cole before pouring a third shot for himself.&nbsp; He was about ready to pour a fourth shot when he heard something interesting.<br><br>Holding off on pouring the fourth shot, he glanced up and looked between Aurora and Xander.&nbsp; Apparently, Xander called the lovely lady Kasey.&nbsp; The woman, however, denied that that was her name and introduced herself as Aurora Parisi.&nbsp; Chase made a mental note to remember that name as he had a gut feeling he was going to come across that name again.&nbsp; He had a nose for that sort of thing.<br><br>His attention definitely stayed on Aurora when she walked past him and asked him to save a swig of Vodka for her.&nbsp; He could feel her hand on his as she walked past.&nbsp; He briefly wondered if that was on purpose.&nbsp; If it was on purpose... whatever she was planning was working.&nbsp; Turning his attention back on the flask of Balkan Vodka in his hand, he was about to pour that fourth shot when he noticed that the guy Aurora was with had decided to leave the kitchen to go after her.&nbsp; Seeing that the guy had taken a fresh bottle on the way out, Chase decided to save that shot.&nbsp; Screwing the flask back closed again, he shrugged and picked up his own shot of Vodka.<br><br>"Well then... before the ladies join us, how about that toast to Viktor's health?" Chase smirked as he raised his shot to the other two men.&nbsp; He waited for Xander and Cole to clink their shot glasses against his before he downed it with a single gulp.&nbsp; Fortunately, he could hold his liquor and this was his first drink of the evening.&nbsp; As long as he didn't go over board, he could stay sober and... well... he planned on staying sober.<br><br>Suddenly, his eyes turned toward the floor.&nbsp; Crouching down, he pretended to have picked something up.&nbsp; He got back up from behind the counter and held out a wallet.<br><br>"Hey, this wallet belong to either of you?" Chase asked as he held out the wallet that he had taken from the guy who was with Aurora earlier.&nbsp; He had swiped it while the guy was following Aurora out of the kitchen.&nbsp; He opened up the wallet as though searching for an ID card.&nbsp; Pulling out a driver's license, he glanced back out of the kitchen and said, ""Maybe it's that guy who was here just now?&nbsp; I better go get this back to him."<br><br>With that, Chase excused himself and left the kitchen.&nbsp; Of course, he planned on giving that wallet back to that guy... but only after he had rifled through its contents and lightened its load a bit.&nbsp; Aside from the cash, he did find something... interesting within that wallet.&nbsp; A business card bearing the name of one Aurora Parisi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>18-10-2020, 07:43:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Veronica-mars-best-logan-scenes6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Sherwin, Jolie Barbier (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Planning out the next big heist<br><hr><br>"What?!&nbsp; Dude, no.&nbsp; They're gonna have a catwalk right there all set up and just begging to be used.&nbsp; I say we make our entrance by going up there on a motorcycle and riding along it Evel Knievel style,"&nbsp; Chase said as he placed his finger on the map right where the catwalk was going to be tomorrow night.&nbsp; It was clear that he had done his homework, having cased the joint weeks ahead of time.&nbsp; It was how he found out about that recent transfer that happened in that other casino.&nbsp; "Once we're up on the stage, we'll take a few hostages.&nbsp; It'll all just be a distraction, though.&nbsp; See, by the time we're up on that stage, the vault will have been cleared out.&nbsp; Remember how that other casino did a transfer recently?&nbsp; Well, this casino was planning on doing the same.&nbsp; Thing is, our little announcement will make them push their schedule ahead of time.&nbsp; We'll make it look like we're going after the vault when really, we'll be going after the transport truck."<br><br>Chase could only chuckle as he remembered all the scheduling details of the casinos cash transference.&nbsp; While breaking into the vault itself would've been fun, doing so would require a lot more stealth and subtlety than what he was certain his partner was after.&nbsp; No, the whole thing had to be wild and flashy.&nbsp; Hijacking a truck full of cash and going on a high-speed chase seemed to fit the bill a whole lot better.<br><br>"We'll need to find out which truck they'll be using for the transport and put a tracker on it," Chase continued to explain.&nbsp; "We'll put bugs on the drivers too.&nbsp; This way, we can time our appearance right when they're still in the middle of loading up the truck.&nbsp; Of course, there's still a chance that they'll move the schedule so far ahead of time that they'll transport in the morning or something... or not take our announcement seriously and not change their schedule at all.&nbsp; Ah!&nbsp; That's right!&nbsp; We can trick the transporters into arriving to the casino on time!&nbsp; Their scheduling is probably all accessible online, so changing it should be a cinch as long as we have something with the right set of skills for the job... or maybe with a little acting and a spoofed phone call?"<br><br>Chase reached for his beer again... then dropped it.&nbsp; Why did he keep reaching for it knowing full well that it tasted horrible?<br><br>"That's it, I'm getting us some real drinks.&nbsp; This stuff might make us too sick to pull off the heist tomorrow night," Chase grumbled as he got up to order a couple of vodkas.&nbsp; He didn't care at this point.&nbsp; He needed a shot of vodka, stat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>20-10-2020, 19:56:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/31/ba/0231ba839128c9a8f3570c81836f4f4d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599980#msg15599980)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black Dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mai Itsuku, Aurora; Chase and Co (m)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing Mai back and doing the rounds of the club floor.<br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"> Totentanz’ main bar</span></strong><br><br>"I'd love to my dear, but you know me and promises. I made one to a sucker who wants me to fleece." &nbsp;said as she continued to lean against Mai. "You have a date, who seems to know little about you" Zoey purred as she watched the woman in question looking around. "And as I've told you before, it's never nice to leave a woman waiting." She let her gaze move over the woman in question. "Especially one that fuckable." She smiled as she lifted a hand to catch Aurora's eye and curled a finger to bring her over. "Does she know you are into tying up and such?"<br><br>She slid away from Mai as she let Aurora come up and pointed to her. <br><br>"Your date I think." She said with a coy smile as she looked the woman over. "Play nice you two.. enjoy my booth." &nbsp;She slid into the club crowd, her slender frame quickly vanishing into the mix of bodies as she did her rounds of the club before heading to her card game. She checked in with her barkeeps, floor managers and bouncers as she walked the floor, pausing to speak with this or that customer as she worked her way up to the VIP section. She nodded to the collection of men at one table, who looked to be planning something out. She simply nodded and moved on to the millionaire heiress/influencer without bothering them. Plotting was a private thing, you didn't walk up to them and ask if their scotch was to their liking. <br><br>That and she thought at least one of them was with the Bratvah and she tried to keep things strictly business with them. Well playing clients but ones who didn't understand 'freelance' as her preferred role. The bosses did, but some of the lower level types thought she should be theirs only. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>25-10-2020, 15:36:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HKGGJRs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Custom-made burgundy dress (https://i.imgur.com/GSS1Ekj.jpg), custom-made black and red lingerie, and a pair of red-soled black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/nZHMZ18.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | Around 8:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin'iro, Zoey Cooper<br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>Aurora didn't get <em>many </em>women purchasing her services. There were a few here and there, mostly regulars; Female politicians in heteronormative marriages for appearances, mostly. She also had a CEO or two who just wanted a fun night to unwind from a stressful day at work, no strings attached. Aurora was discreet and knew not to show affection in public when it was not agreed upon. Women were a whole different animal. She had to be the <em>friend</em> in public, while men tended to show her off as the <em>date</em>. The women that hired her mostly liked to keep things out of the public's eye while the men just loved to show off their hot little catch for the evening.<br><br>After getting her drink, Aurora stirred it slowly with her straw as her eyes continued to wander here and there, but she couldn't help but glance over to Zoey and her friend now and again. She and Zoey had never had the pleasure of getting quite so close as the two of them were now. Sure, they'd spoken here and there, a few pleasantries since Aurora was often in her club, but nothing more. Dark brown eyes watched Mai's flirtatious, not subtle actions as she continued to stir her untouched gin and tonic. She wasn't a huge fan of the drink. She didn't shy away from Mai's teasing, not uncomfortable by it at all, though some women might have been. Aurora was used to the direct eye contact and women tended to be Kasey's preference.<br><br>Zoey's lifted hand drew her attention and the beckoning finger lifted her from her seat, leaving her drink behind. Her brow raised as Zoey mentioned that her friend was Aurora's date for the evening. Was Zoey trying to pass her a client or was Mai actually her John this evening? There was only one way to find out.<br><br>She closed the rest of the distance between Mai and herself, leaving her drink behind and leaning back against the bar to give the woman a nice view of her breasts. "Do you like my dress?" It was an odd question for anyone who didn't understand the importance of it, so surely she'd be able to recognize if this woman was caught off guard by such a random question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2020, 17:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.hentai-cosplays.com/upload/20200130/148/151106/p=700/46.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short night dress, black bra and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">black stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/0c/f9/d00cf949cd09df56ff15142865728719.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2st, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora, Zoey, Chase(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing Zoey and flirting with Aurora from a distance<br><hr><br>"I hope you'll make up for that then, I'll still save you a pot if you change up your mind", Mai said as she continued to trace Zoey's figure with her hand in a way that should be obvious for Aurora and for the younger of the young Krevchenko looking at them, did he recognize her? Well that didn't matter now. "Leave her waiting? I arrived early to see her arrive. I like having things under control you know that", her finger draw circles on Zoey's hips but they wouldn't stay in one place and continued to explore her lover's body. "But I'm not making her wait, she just arrived early too."<br><br>Turning her head to Aurora then and even looking her at the eyes she continued to speak to her current partner, "Pretty fuckable, I know. She is not cheap though so I'll make sure to squeeze the juice out of her and make the money I paid be worth it. She might not be able to sit in a couple of days once I'm done with her, tee hee." Letting out a mischievous giggle Mai sipped her drink before whispering to Zoey, "Oh no, she does not. That will be a surprise too." Zoey had her own way of doing things though and she left Mai's side and headed towards Aurora, "Wait , what are you..." Did she just give me away Zoey? You naughty whistler blower..., I'll give you something else to blow next time we see. <br><br>Fortunately, while she might be suspicious, Aurora still had not caught Mai although she did approach and asked her a pretty odd question although one that was fairly simple for Mai to answer that one. It had been Mai who had made it after all and she made it to Aurora's measure, if not a slightly tight to accentuate the curves of her bitch. "Of course, it's gorgeous. Where did you buy it? Do you mind if I...?" Mai wanted to hear what would Aurora say about her dress and about her date, would she be discreet about it or would she share what little she knew about Mai? But she would also raise her hand and feel the fabric of Aurora's dress, it shouldn't raise any suspicion from Aurora she thought and it would also allow her to gain complete control of the dress through an invisible thread of web. As long as nobody stood between as to force her to release her, Mai would be able to further tighten, loosen or perform other movements on any part of Aurora's dress or even to move Aurora around if she wanted to.<br><br>"Do you like mine?", Mai then asked in return and just as she asked this question she would lightly squeeze Aurora's chest to make her feel as if she lacked her breathe to simulate the shock of making an great impression on her. "Go ahead, you can touch it too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>28-10-2020, 18:19:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/70/36/9e7036b236e9241d73ad1fbd3f1d5845.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white short dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chase, Alexander(M), Cole(M), Aurora(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading towards the kitchen by herself<br><hr><br>It turned out that Russell wanted to score with Jolie either tonight or on the future and while she allowed him to flirt with her and even returned his flirting it would become pretty obvious for him that he wouldn't be getting too far this night. For that he thought on something else and quickly made the model an offer he was sure she would at least consider, to make an advertisement wearing the Laker's cheerleader uniform. She giggled and insisted that it was not her decision to take, although it very well could, that he should talk with the her agency. But noticing she could apparently be convinced he didn't hesitate on calling Cole to help him put more pressure on Jolie. <strong>"Cole? Cole! Come here bro!, just where did he just go?"</strong><br><br>Looking around and seeing a chance to get rid of the man despite how fun it was to tease him, Jolie graciously slid out of his grasp and said, "I think I saw him enter the kitchén", and headed that way. Jolie had no idea of what was going on inside of the kitchen but she planned to get into it unless she bumped into Cole himself which wouldn't happen although she did bump into someone else.<br><br>Jolie stopped before getting into the kitchen as someone just came out of it. He was in her way and distracted on a business card so she tried to et his attention to pass him. "<em>Excuse moi</em>, can I... Oh, are you a friend of Aurora too? Is she also here?" Jolie noticed the name on her friend's card but nothing else so the fact that she worked as an escort would still remain unknown to her but if he was a friend of hers maybe he could guide her to where Aurora was so she stayed with him. Being right at the entrance of the kitchen there was a chance that Aurora would also hear Jolie's voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silim</strong> on <strong>29-10-2020, 02:38:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Charles Sherwin<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Lord Aether (barely known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> @Chase Kostan | Jolie Barbier (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> The start to a great meeting<br><hr><br><strong>"Yeah the stage isn't the part I'm considering, its the more mundane 'which door do we use' part. The end result is well and good, but a perfect show leaves nothing to chance."</strong> Charles tapped on the back entrances on the map - staff entrances, delivery entrances. <strong>"I say one of these two to get the material inside ahead of time, kept under a cloak of light to move it in without anyone seeing it. In that same bit, I can attach the bugs to the uniforms of the security detail of the casino, since they'll probably want a few of their own guys together with the loaded trucks if the calling card spooks them, so that'll play right into our hands."</strong><br><br>The plan was getting together, though Arsene was apparently too tortured by the cheap beer. Not that Charles blamed him in the slightest, having stopped even trying to drink his own at all. This stuff was worse than alcoholic battery acid. <strong>"Sorry about the drinks, I'm nearly broke."</strong> The stage magician shrugged, fully knowing that he wouldn't remain as such for long once their plan went off.<br><br>Getting out a quick-erase marker to adjust his plans if he needed to, he began marking out a bit of a path around the place on the map with it, making sure to prep more than one route and correcting them over and over. Obviously, when it came to attaching the bugs and trackers, the guy who could turn invisible was their best bet, right? So he had to make sure he knew exactly where he'd be, and when, so that he'd be inside in time for the big announcement. It was all very timing dependent... just like magic was. His paths had to make sure to still avoid obvious sight lines, simply in case someone used thermal imaging, and also places to recuperate, for staying invisible the entire time would drain him too much to play around with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>07-11-2020, 16:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HKGGJRs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Custom-made burgundy dress (https://i.imgur.com/GSS1Ekj.jpg), custom-made black and red lingerie, and a pair of red-soled black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/nZHMZ18.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | Around 8:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin'iro, Zoey (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Worried about upsetting her John<br><hr><br>Mai didn't seem caught off guard by the question, but she also didn't answer in a way that said that she was the one who gifted it to her. Perhaps she wasn't her date for the evening, but she could at least try to make a date for another evening, if all went well. She just needed to flirt a bit while she waited for her John to show himself. "It was a gift. The fabric is amazing," she replied, taking a gentle hold of the woman's lifted hand to pull it the rest of the way onto her body. She held Mai's hand against her soft hip, allowing her to feel the fabric beneath her fingers as well as give her an intimate yet subtle spot to touch in such a public setting.<br><br>"It feels amazing, doesn't it?" she asked, moving her hand from Mai's hand to her forearm, lightly holding it and caressing her skin with her thumb while the woman's hand remained on her hip. Perhaps Zoey was simply to find her friend a little fun for the evening since she had obviously needed to tend to other things? Such a shame. Unfortunately, Aurora was spoken for tonight. But until her John arrived, she didn't mind getting a little friendly.<br><br>She watched Mai's lips as she spoke, asking about her own dress, but just as Aurora had opened her mouth to speak, she felt the fabric of her dress squeeze her, catching her off guard. Her fingers squeezed Mai's forearm for a second before she released her quickly and lightly caressed the bit of flesh she had just grabbed, as if soothing it. Kasey had yet to meet anyone like her, anyone with special abilities, so the thought didn't even cross her mind when her dress suddenly squeezed her. It had to be something in the dress, something hidden in the fabric, or the fabric itself. Something controlled from afar. Her John? Was he here and watching? Was he jealous of the attention she was giving to this other woman?<br><br>"It's beautiful," she replied before running her hand along Mai's forearm, back down to her hand to remove it from her hip. "I should go powder my nose. I have a blind date tonight and he should be arriving soon," she mentioned, not accepting her offer to touch the dress. She didn't know anything about her John and if he had this kind of control over her from afar, she didn't want to anger him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexi Pet</strong> on <strong>07-11-2020, 23:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/e1/2c/fbe12c88837e5707b74370bbdc896234.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Sakura Ito<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black coat, gloves, pants and boots.<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> TBD<br><strong>Location:</strong> on street in&nbsp; Les Saarinen City District <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/006/361/597/large/eddie-mendoza-project-noir.jpg?1498006617) The neighborhood is known for its raunchy nightlife (Neo Moulin Rouge) and for being the new headquarters of bohemia art and fashion. It is a center of culture and the unique architecture is based a revival of the architect Eliel Saarinen who was known for Art Deco design in the 1920's. It is home to many street artists and performers, who attempt to recreate Montmartre's heyday in France when it drew famous artists from all over Europe. A visit at night is a stunning sight to behold, full of life and movement, small stores and gallerias, restaurants, and live android performances. One word of caution, it is very crowded at night and pickpockets are a prevalent issue.</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cameron Kazakiri<br><strong>Content:</strong> Talking to MCPD<br><hr><br>She could feel her heart drop when the man said <em>Detective Cameron</em>. She would have most certainly panicked if it weren't for the quite numb that she felt from her medication. Even with her sedated state she could feel her mind wheel around what this might mean. She watched the badge engraved with MCPD stoically. Several voices flooded into her mind all at once, each with its own individual pace and tone, like a choir of chaos. 'Does he know? How could he know? He can't know. Calm down... he's just checking witnesses.' Her face had a sort of muted hollowness, but Cam would be able to detect her unease from his experience as a detective. For a moment, she had an instinct in her to lung forward and gouge at his neck. But she didn't, Sakura had control. <br><br>She was still until he mentioned she wasn't in trouble, her posture relaxing and letting out a relieved sigh. She looked at him more closely, her gaze shifting over his face and down his body. he had a kind disposition, and he was handsome. She awkwardly stood there staring at him for a couple seconds, her head tilting to the side somewhat before she realized what she was doing. She gave out a small red blush on her cheeks and spoke up in a apologetic, anxious voice. "Sorry.. I'm Sakura. But you already new that... Y-you took me by surprise." She gave a weak smile, trying to to be normal. Whatever that was.<br><br>She thought for a moment, the thought of sitting down and eating seemed less formal, and made her more at ease with the prospect of talking to Cam. "I can spare some time, where did you have in mid Cam?" her inflection was more calm now, and spoke with a gently thoughtful quality.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>11-11-2020, 16:41:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/31/ba/0231ba839128c9a8f3570c81836f4f4d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zoey Cooper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599980#msg15599980)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little Black Dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mai Itsuku, Aurora; Chase and Co (m)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing Mai back and doing the rounds of the club floor.<br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"> Totentanz’ main bar</span></strong><br><br>"Oh behave.." Zoey said with that faint not quite a smile of hers as she moved aside to make room for Aurora. "You have your..date. Quit teasing, I have to shuck and jive a bunch of rich idiots who think they can beat me in Texas hold 'em. As if." She said with an audible sniff as she walked away. She felt almost.. jealous that Aurora was going to have an enjoyable evening with her friend and occasional lover. Not because she was, but because she could feel something out of her time with Mai that would be many times what Zoey could feel. <br><br>It was not an uncommon feeling, the frustration and jealousy. She didn't feel a LOT of jealousy, luckily that was one of the 'muted' emotions. She was usually good with most 'negative feelings'. Frustration, anger, and such came full on, it was mostly the positive ones that were 'muted'. She sighed as she brushed her hair out of the way and continued walking, checking with a floor manger on the way to the exclusive suite she set aside for her games. She walked up the stairs past the VIP sets, looking them over to note who was with whom. She stepped in, nodding to the girl she had set aside to be the attendant for the game. <br><br>"Let's see what we have set up shall we?" She asked as she looked over the collected things for the players, a mixture of collected alcohol and food stuffs that the coming players would be wanting. She nodded as the mental checklist she had was filled in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>15-11-2020, 06:26:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tibs2.threeifbyspace.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/jasondohringttp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Jolie Barbier<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crashing a celebrity party<br><hr><br>Fortunately for Chase, he had already pocketed the cash before pulling out the business card and before Jolie caught him with it.&nbsp; It would've been pretty awkward had he been caught rifling through someone else's wallet.&nbsp; Then again... it's not like anyone could tell at a glance that the wallet belonged to someone else.<br><br>"Ah, right.&nbsp; Aurora.&nbsp; She was just in the kitchen a moment ago, but she just left to go find a few more girls to bring back for the guys in there," Chase explained, jerking his head in the direction of the kitchen.&nbsp; He pocked Aurora's business card, figuring it was something worth keeping for now.&nbsp; He was definitely interested to speaking to her about that.&nbsp; He considered Jolie for a moment, wondering if he should try and bring her along.&nbsp; He intended on speaking with Aurora privately, but... this might be a good opportunity.&nbsp; "Maybe you'd like to keep the guys in there company until Aurora gets back?&nbsp; If you really need to talk to her, though, I saw her go in that direction with some guy, who dropped his wallet, by the way.&nbsp; I figured I should get it back to him as soon as possible."<br><br>Glancing off into the crowd, he scanned around until his eyes fell upon Aurora.&nbsp; He didn't see the other guy who followed after her.&nbsp; Maybe they split up for whatever reason?&nbsp; Maybe Aurora had managed to shake him off or something.<br><br>"The name's Chase, by the way," Chase thought to introduce himself to Jolie first.&nbsp; He figured he should try and probe for a bit more information about her before letting her know where Aurora was currently at, "Are you in the same line of work as Aurora?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-11-2020, 23:51:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Cole, Aurora, Chase<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drunk o' Clock</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> Shad had no problem being ignored, but when he was ignored for no reason, it could be, and usually was at least a little annoying. He considered himself a good guy, and aside from destroying his enemies in the gaming world, he didn't do anything to actually mess with people; especially people he knew. So why was Kasey, or <em>Aurora</em> apparently treating him like he'd splashed her with water at the bus stop? Sure they hadn't been friends in school, but he knew her and she knew him; the only thing was she was never around for him to actually get to know, so he saw her often, but never got the chance to say hello and strike up a conversation.<br><br>&nbsp;Now, it had been a few years since high school, but he didn't forget faces, especially noticeable or pretty ones. Unless Kasey had an identical twin, she and <em>Aurora</em> were the same person. She was calling herself by a different name for a reason though, and he didn't want to call her out with people around, so he chuckled when she asked if he maybe thought she was an old flame. "Not a girlfriend. Someone I saw around a lot but never got the chance to get close to...unfortunately," he said with a gentle stare in her direction. He let her leave, looking at her retreating backside for a few moments before taking his shot glass.<br><br>&nbsp;"I've been all over the world, so I've experienced more than my share of authentic, home grown alcohol. Gotta say, Russia probably hits the hardest." Clinking his glass with Cole's, he said his cheers and downed the shot, his eyes barely squinting as the liquor burned a direct line into his stomach. And while it wasn't a good thing to do, he could only snicker and laugh when Chase pulled out the wallet of the drunk guy. "Hahaha. Sticky fingers, huh? That's a nice party trick, man. I bet he doesn't even notice it's gone." <br><br>When Chase left, Shad had a thought, then gave Cole a quick hug and excused himself from the kitchen. That whole thing with Kasey still didn't sit right with him, so he left and went to find her, only stopping and leaning against a wall when he saw her putting the spin move on the guy she'd been with. He watched her masterful work, and in no time at all, she was walking away and leaving him with his bottle to try and get more hot commodities to become jello shot platforms. He knew Cole's house better than anyone here aside from Cole himself, so as she made her way around, she'd come across him standing there, almost like he was waiting once they were away from prying ears. "Aurora, was it? Fancy seeing you again so soon after what, five, six years? Did you change your name? Or is Aurora just a preference now...<em>Kasey</em>?"<br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>17-11-2020, 00:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.hentai-cosplays.com/upload/20200130/148/151106/p=700/46.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mai Itsuki (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15598794#msg15598794)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Gin'iro<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Short night dress, black bra and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">black stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/0c/f9/d00cf949cd09df56ff15142865728719.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2st, 8:30 pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora, Zoey, Chase(M) Charles(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Teasing and flirting with Aurora<br><hr><br>Mai smiled as Aurora allowed her to touch her but was surprised that not only she allowed it but took things step beyond guiding her hand to trace her figure all the way to her hip. Mai was caught off guard but she enjoyed it all the way and then thought of testing how slutty the slut she bought for the night would be. She wouldn't stop at Aurora's hips and would slightly lean forward to be able to continued down to Aurora's thighs where she would slid a couple of fingers under her dress to feel the dress, or at least to pretend to do so as she wanted to feel Aurora's skin even if it was only briefly and only withthe back of her fingers. That leaning though would bring Mai's face quite close to Aurora's, more than expected considering how the japanese female was taller. "I feels amazing, yes", she would utter almost kissing the young woman in front of her.<br><br>It was a shame Aurora refused to touch her in return Mai thought although that led her to think Aurora was a submissive, that would turn to be quite fun she thought still smiling. The little trick she played next got Aurora quite shocked although not as Mai expected but as Aurora tried to excuse herself politely she knew she had caused an impression on her. Perhaps Aurora was there because of the money but now she knew the european girl was into her. She had arrived early just for this though so she wouldn't let Aurora to go away so easily, "I'll go with you, I have to powder mine too."<br><br>Zoey spoke before they could both leave though, they were both teasing each other so Mai stayed silent hoping Aurora would think it was her whom she had spoken to and pushed her in direction of the ladies room. As she left she gave another stare at the young Krevchenko wondering what he could be into, she didn't know the man he was talking to but right now was not the moment to find it out so she carried on with Aurora.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9e/70/36/9e7036b236e9241d73ad1fbd3f1d5845.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white short dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chase, Alexander(M), Cole(M), Aurora(M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading towards the kitchen by herself<br><hr><br>She could feel her ass being stared by Cole's manager as she headed herself towards the kitchen but she was fine with it. She even stared back and let him know she was fine with it so unless Cole actually went towards him his attention would be focused on the swaying curves that walked away and that stayed by the kitchen's door. She was in fact glad that he ditched the man but she couldn't deny how greatly she had enjoyed teasing him out and her smile was proof of that although no one would be able to know why she smiled so brightly.<br><br>Jolie's smile would continue as she was spoke with Chase even when she was told her friend had just left but that didn't mean she should leave already, Aurora might come back anytime and in the meantime she could have some fun with the guy in front of her who seemed to know her well. Jolie didn't know what kind of work Aurora had, she never talked about it and while she dodged the question every time it showed up Jolie never really suspected anything from her. Now as Chase asked her she thought he was some coworker of her and thought of playing with him a little. Before answering affirmatively she gave it a second thought though, what if he asked her some about job? What would she answer if she knew nothing about it? Jolie then decided to let him think what he wanted and not saying either yes or no but just a flirtatious reply which, given Aurora's job, was likely to make think she indeed was in the same line of work. "I... Why don't you just tak a guézz. Just ask yourself, wouldn't you hire me and Aurora fair ze same job?" Reaching for his arm Jolie would hang herself from it before he could reply to her. "Mind if I stay with you until shé géts back zen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>17-11-2020, 00:56:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Chase (M), Jolie (M), Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Caught again<br><hr><br>After getting rid of the man that had been all over her, Aurora couldn't help but feel like she was home free. She turned around the corner to leave the man alone with his bottle of beer and surrounded by other party-goers, making her way to the patio doors to get a breath of fresh air and to hide from Xander fucking Shadmore. If she had simply been attending this party as a guest, she would've left the moment she saw him. But no. Of course she had to be working this party. And of course she had to act professional and not do everything her mind was telling her to do. She wanted to scream, she wanted to break things, she wanted to destroy the ground beneath her and curl up in the rubble alone. Oh, how she despised seeing his face.<br><br>Aurora caught eyes with Chase for only a moment before noticing her friend Jolie was with him, talking to him. Oh, how she wished she could simply walk over and make conversation and spend time with her friend, but here and now was not the time or the place. She needed to find cover, so to speak. If Chase had already left the kitchen, then there was a chance that Xander had also left the kitchen.<br><br>Dark eyes sought out Cole, given his height, hoping to spot him and Xander away from her and preoccupied, but as she turned the corner to make a beeline to the patio doors, she bumped right into Xander. Literally. He was waiting for her, standing right in her path like he knew her every move. "Oh, I-" she began, beginning an apology for bumping into him before he cut her off to speak. Her eyes watched him as he spoke, her brows twitching slightly as she struggled to control her micro-expressions in this moment. He was pressing her on her past, not allowing her to simply deny her given name, despite her making it clear that she was Aurora.<br><br>"Kasey, huh? Is that her name? The one that got away? A shame, darlin'. You should really look her up or something," she replied with a sweet smile as she moved past him, continuing on her path out onto the patio. She very much needed some air in this moment, despite how calm she would seem to others at the party. She could feel the pressure in her chest, the weight of her heart, and the tension in her back as she tried to keep herself calm.<br><br>"Excuse me. I think I might need a smoke break," she lied, having not a single cigarette on her. Kasey didn't smoke and neither did Aurora. It was a nasty habit she had never gotten into and didn't intend to. She simply needed an excuse to step outside and get some fresh air and get away from <strong>him</strong>. She didn't hesitate for another moment, grabbing hold of the patio door and sliding it open before stepping outside. She turned to close it behind her, hoping he wouldn't be following behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>17-11-2020, 22:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Veronica-mars-best-logan-scenes6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 3rd, 2050 | 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shooting Star Casino<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Charles Sherwin, Jolie Barbier, Lenna Firehose, Julio Basilio Rodríguez, Cameron Kazakiri, Aurora Parisi, Open to anyone else who wants to get involved<br><strong>Content:</strong> Executing the heist<br><hr><br>The Shooting Star Casino.&nbsp; Third largest casino in Meteor City.&nbsp; It's been all over the newspapers lately and was speculated to soon overtake the other two to become the top casino to visit in the city.&nbsp; To help aid in its rise to popularity, the top executives have decided to put on a special event, featuring one of Meteor City's rising celebrities, Jolie Barbier.&nbsp; A catwalk had been set up on the largest stage in preparation for this event and it's that catwalk where Chase and Charles would initiate their plan.<br><br>The casino floor was packed to the brim with patrons.&nbsp; A plenty enough of a large audience for the show that was about to transpire.&nbsp; It was difficult, however, to say for sure how many of the people were there to gamble, how many were there for Jolie's show, and how many were there because they heard about the public announcement that the thieves had made about making off with the casino's money.<br><br>The calling card had been delivered, interrupting a late night programming during an interview with the Shooting Star's CEO.&nbsp; Everyone who had seen the interview or had heard about it knew about the heist that was going to take place.<br><br>(https://cdn.cnn.com/cnnnext/dam/assets/171122180841-macao-casinos-grand-lisboa-first-floor---gaming-area-1.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>18-11-2020, 16:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/ZDaN1kt5U-zcGQGOYBcgdxd5eRM/fit-in/1024x1024/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2012/11/45/4/192/1922398/355728c62bacad63_155749901_10/i/Candice-Swanepoel-chose-black-dress-attend-event-NYC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> long black dress<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 3rd, 2050 | 7:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shooting Star Casino<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chase(M), Charles(M), Open to anyone who wants to get involved<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting ready for the show<br><hr><br>She was told the name Chase Kostan but Jolie didn't stop to think this could be the same Chase she had met a couple of nights ago, she would surely find about it soon though. She didn't know anything about there being a public announcement of a theft, she had been quite busy the days as to pay attention to the news and she didn't suspect she would get caught in it otherwise she would have brought her costume. That was a lesson or the future she'd have to learn the hard way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-11-2020, 19:14:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora<br><strong>Content:</strong> Drunk o' Clock</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He was well and truly confused here, as this woman calling herself Aurora was telling him that she wasn't Kelsey Esposito. He had made so many great friends in high school, and even a few enemies...but he'd remembered their names. And he'd remembered Kelsey's for a different reason as they hadn't been friend or foe. He remembered her because she'd been there, and then she'd been gone. The rumors started up after that, and he never even had a chance to talk to her. But despite that, he was confident in his memory, and aside from blossoming into an even more beautiful woman than she'd been in their last years in school, she looked exactly the same. <br><br>He could see what he was saying was starting to get to her, starting to have an effect. And if she hadn't been Kelsey, then she'd have pulled out her ID or something and proved that she wasn't who he said, maybe telling him the story known worldwide that everybody is supposed to have a doppleganger, and maybe she was Kelsey's. Instead, she was twitching here and there, and adamantly denying what they both knew to be the truth. When she finally responded to his questions and accusations, she continued to play dumb, asking if Kelsey was the "one who got away". "Heh. Ya know, I'm not sure. She up and vanished from school one day and I never saw her again. So who knows? She coulda been, but like I said she left before we got to talk much. But I'll never forget her face. Kelsey <em>Esposito</em>," <br><br>he said with heavy emphasis on her last name. "And I could...look her up I mean. I'm pretty nifty with a laptop so I could probably find her in an afternoon if I looked. But now, I feel like she's mad at me for some unfathomable reason. I mean, she's here right now and doing an admittedly good job of lying to my face about who she is," he said with a muted grin. When she said she needed a smoke, he didn't stop her. He just stood there with that same smile and nodded as she stepped outside and closed the patio door behind her. He waited for nearly two whole minutes before calmly opening it and stepping outside.<br><br>&nbsp;They were the only ones out there, and with a quick whiff of his nose, he then turned to her as he pulled a silver container out of his pocket and opened it. Several pre-rolled blunts were inside(legalization was one of the best things to ever happen) and he pulled one out, as well as a vintage zippo lighter. "I didn't smell any smoke so I figured I'd help you sell the illusion to yourself," he cheekily uttered before lighting the tip and taking a big puff. "Wanna hit? It's cool if not, I'm just offerin' an olive branch because...well apparently I did something to you back in school, and whatever it was, I'm sorry Kelsey. But was it so bad that six years later you can't stand being around me so much you'll lie to my face about who you are? <br><br>Was I that much of a shit to you when...well we didn't even say more than two words to each other before you disappeared out the blue?" He was a nice guy, and pretty well liked; something he enjoyed about himself. He liked being liked by people, but he had no problem with people disliking or even hating him. He was a hacker, and a gamer, and a YouTuber. Between those three professions, probably millions of people had cursed his name at one point for this or that. And they were just nameless, faceless drones who needed an outlet. What he didn't like though was being despised by someone he knew, for a reason he wasn't even aware of. It just felt disrespectful, and he didn't like feeling like he'd done her wrong when he couldn't think of a single reason. He deserved an answer at the very least.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-11-2020, 20:30:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/90/64/429064b2278e283c81a6e1c3d908178b.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Arkady Krevchenko<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Chimera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15603849#msg15603849)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured[Armor hidden beneath his clothes]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/5/2050 | 11pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jules<br><strong>Content:</strong>Gang Activity</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> An hour ago, Arkady's right hand man Imran had informed his boss what he already knew, that at 11pm that night, they had a transaction set up with the "Razor Hogs", an Aryan biker gang that was involved in everything from Heroin to gun-running. And that was why they were meeting tonight. The man kept him honest, and was one of the only men in his employ who wasn't afraid to tell him when he was being stupid, or making a mistake. Not just because they were old friends, but because the man <em>needed</em> someone to tell it to him straight so his own power didn't go to his head. And because of his loyalty and dedication to his job, Imran was a very wealthy man who could ask Arkady for absolutely anything and have a good chance of getting it. Arkady had just gotten his hands on a "misplaced" shipment of ArmaTech KM3 Assault Rifles and Lancer 9mm machine pistols. It was amazing just what you could do with family in the military and the right amount of money to dish out to them and the people involved. It would be a while before the shipment, just one out of several dozen was reported missing, so the guns weren't hot...<em>yet</em>. But their were few people who could pay for that kind of firepower all at once, and Arkady didn't like making small deals when he didn't have to.<br><br>&nbsp;Sure they were harder to trace, but the more time you spent dealing with one type of item, the easier it got to track. This way, they'd get a big payday, and the guns would be gone forever; with nothing to tie them to him or his organization in any way. The meeting place was dig site that Herman Financial had been turning into a satellite office for their main HQ back in San Antonio, but had dropped their plans when they got a better deal closer to the city center. So Arkady being the businessman that he was, scooped up the property for nearly nothing, and now kept it on the books of one of his shell companies.<br><br>&nbsp;It was in one of the lower financial areas of the city known as "The Block", with dive bars and slow police response times being talking points in conversations about it. So an empty construction site on the edge of town didn't raise any eyebrows. That meant it was easy for him to set up cameras around the property, and use the high fences and unfinished buildings as meeting spots. Tonight he was doing just that, and at ten minutes to eleven, a small fleet of black SUVs and a single black van pulled up to the gate, and the on-site security waved them all through. Shortly before that, a much less uniform group had pulled in, with a few motorcycles, two pickups, and a minivan.<br><br>&nbsp;It didn't take long until roughly twenty men, ten from each side were all standing around, milling about. Each of them were visibly armed, with the Russian's having machine pistols on slings, and the bikers having their hodge podge of guns anywhere from hip holsters to shoulder holsters to just being shoved in the front of their pants. "Benjamin, my friend. It's good to see you healthy and well,", Arkady's lightly accented voice said as he stepped out of his truck, adjusted his suit, and walked forward with his hand outstretched towards a sandy blond haired man (https://i2.wp.com/www.filminquiry.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/Shot-Caller-Feature.jpg?fit=1050%2C700&amp;ssl=1) with a handlebar moustache and more racist tattoos than stars in the sky.<br><br>&nbsp;"Good to see you too, Arkady. Especially when you come bearin' gifts, heheheh." The two men gave each other a firm handshake and after a bit of small talk, they decided to get down to business and two of Arkady's men set up a folding table and two chairs. As they were chatting, a small dispute broke out between one of the Hogs and one of his men, causing Arkady to loudly clear his throat as the two nearly came to blows. "Efrem...you and," he paused and looked to Benjamin who said the name "Higgs", with a pointed look at his own man. "You and <em>Higgs</em> have an issue so important you would interrupt Benjamin and myself in the middle of our business transaction?"&nbsp; It was several tense moments before the man could no longer look Arkady in his eyes and lowered his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"No, you <em>answer</em> me. It was clearly urgent enough that your smarter friends held you both back, for which I commend them," Arkady said with a nod to the several men who'd jumped in and separated the two idiots.&nbsp; "Sir...I made a joke. I said he looked like , how you say in English...ehhh Jax. From Sons of Anarchy. He does not speak Russian and I didn't feel like explaining."[/color] Looking at him in near disbelief, then to Benjamin who shared his glare, Arkady snapped a finger and he was brought a cigarette and a light. He offered one to Benjamin and lit both, then leaned back in his chair. <br><br>"So...to clarify. You made a joke in Russian. He rightfully asked what was so funny, and you wouldn't answer? It seems Mr. Higgs had every right to want to punch your face in. But, this is still a professional setting, and your boss, and his boss are in the middle of a very important transaction. One that brings us lots of money, and gets these men the weapons they need to do their jobs to the best of their ability.&nbsp; And if Benjamin and I hadn't fostered our relationship over several years, then things could've gone much worse, do you agree?" The man sheepishly shook his head yes. <br><br>"So you're agreeing that you made a stupid fucking joke, and then played the asshole by not telling him what he wanted to know, which could've led to any number of us getting shot or arrested, or anything if the law got wind of the commotion...over a <em>fucking joke</em>?" He didn't shout, he didn't yell, but the cold edge in his voice was so sharp everyone could feel it. "You were told when you were brought in to this family that I expect professionalism, I expect loyalty, I expect the <em>best</em> from my men. And in return, I treat you well. You're paid a more than fair wage for your work, yes? <br><br>I don't ask anything too crazy considering our line of work, no? But yet, you bring such disrespect and ruin my hard earned reputation because you are...you Americans call it "dumb asshole", yes?" He looked to Ben, who confirmed with a wry smile and took another puff of his cigarette. This was why he dealt with Arkady. He liked how he did his work. "I should kill you here and now. Or better yet, let Mr. Higgs kill you, as I'm sure you'd want him dead if something similar happened. But, despite your idiocy today, you have done good work, and your father asked me as a personal favor to hire you, so out of respect for him....I give you a chance. Mr. Higgs!" The man turned to look at him, angry and confused. <br><br>"Five minutes. You and Efrem have five minutes to hash out your differences out back. As long as you don't try to kill him, I don't care what you do. You could stick his own finger up his ass and make him a puppet for all I care. But after, everything is left in the past, yes?" Higgs couldn't help grinning from ear to ear, then looked to his boss who gave him a wave to say it was all good. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate the opportunity to show him some respect," the man said as he very loudly cracked his knuckles. "Of course. You were wronged, and as it was his fault, he has to pay for the error in judgement he showed. And while you two...get to know each other, Benjamin and I will continue our business in peace. Mischa, you know the place. Take them and keep an eye so they don't kill each other." Mischa looked to both of them, then nodded his head to follow him. "Efrem," he said before they got too far. <br><br>"If you <em>ever</em> embarrass&nbsp; or disrespect me like this again...I will turn your head until it faces the wrong way and drop you in a woodchipper. Are we understood?" The grown man was shivering in fear, and could only nod his head yes before following off to fight a very large, very angry biker. Once they left, he turned back to Benjamin, slicking his hair and ashing his cigarette on the dirt beneath their feet. "Now...where were we? Ahhh yes, both of us going away from this very happy men, da?" Ben could only smile as he looked at the cool, well dressed, crazy bastard in front of him. "Da indeed, comrade. Let's get down to business." While the two bosses were talking, Higgs and Efrem were led to a small lot behind the construction site used for workers. It wasn't fenced in or covered, so anyone walking by could take a look if they chose, but who'd be out here at 11pm? After Mischa explained again what the rules were, he stepped back and let them go at it.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>19-11-2020, 00:09:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander<br><strong>Content:</strong> Getting angry and trying to stay calm<br><hr><br>Kasey <em>did </em>just vanish from school one day. Her mother died and she tried to move on and keep going to school, but she only lasted a few days at best. A few days of true, utter solitude. No parents, no friends, and no one to talk to. The only person she thought to finally turn to for some help, some words of wisdom, something, was Xander. And he, like always, was unavailable. He was never alone, always surrounded by friends, and now here he was, finally noticing her when she just wanted to get away from him. Why hadn't he noticed her then when she was waiting in the background for him to finally be alone so she could approach him? Why hadn't he made the effort after she <em>disappeared</em> to look her up and figure out where she had gone? Why was it so important for him, now, to follow her around when they hadn't spoken more than a few words in school?<br><br><em>'I feel like she's mad at me for some unfathomable reason.'</em><br><br>There it was. Of course. It was about him. Xander and his perfect life. Xander and all his friends. He couldn't possibly have anyone who doesn't like him because he's just the greatest. That's what it was. This wasn't about her or who she was, it was about him and her acting like she didn't know him. Poor Xander fucking Shadmore, finally meeting someone who didn't immediately swoon at his fucking existence. She needed to get outside before she blew up on him in the middle of this party and ruined her reputation. She wasn't going to let anyone, <strong>especially him</strong>, ruin everything she had built for herself, no matter how shitty of an existence it was.<br><br>She closed the patio door behind her and walked away from it, out to the end of the patio to cool down in the cool night air. She'd lucked out that the party hadn't made it outside quite yet. Her luck didn't last long, though, as she heard the door slide open behind her, followed by who else but Xander fucking Shadmore? His voice and that cheeky remark of his struck the back of her neck like a hot pin. Her teeth clenched for a moment and she took a breath before finally turning to face him, leaning against the stone wall that partially surrounded the patio.<br><br>"I'm fine, thanks," she replied somewhat coldly to his offer before watching him speak, letting him get it all out before she tugged the bottom of her already short dress up slightly, exposing the bottom of a thin, matte black cardholder. She tugged it free of her black garter and opened it, taking out a business card and handing it over, between her index and middle finger. The card was simple: Matte black background with metallic gold text. The only information it had was her name (Aurora Parisi) on the front and her phone number and website on the back. No details as to what she did. Just a simple card.<br><br>"My name's Aurora. Not Kasey," she told him again, hoping that seeing her name on her business card would suffice. Hopefully he'd recognize that he may be misremembering what she looked like or take her for her word. "And if you didn't even talk to this Kasey girl in school, what makes you think that she'd want to talk to you now?" she asked, her professionalism slipping. There was just something about him that threw her off-kilter. She was usually so controlled when it came to work, but he tested her resolve.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MetroFallout</strong> on <strong>19-11-2020, 15:15:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZjkwYTE0MjItNDE0ZC00ZjAzLTk1NTctZTQ4NDFiZWEwMDNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjA0MDAwNDY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,666,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julio Basilio Rodríguez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15648883#msg15648883)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jules, El Commandante, El Jefe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> light grey vintage Duran Duran Rio album cover T-shirt, vintage blue Levi's 501 jeans, white Adidas Superstar sneakers with black stripes, injection-molded polymer concealed carry holster for custom 1911 and concealed carry injection-molded polymer double single-stack magazine case, leather concealed carry holster for S&amp;W Model 649 revolver<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/5/2050 | 11pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arkady<br><strong>Content:</strong> Late night drive turned ugly altercation.<br><hr><br>Perhaps unluckily for both parties involved in the weapons transaction at the construction site, a certain former DEVGRU operator with close ties to local law enforcement was on a late night drive to clear his head in his all black Australian-built '73 Ford XB Falcon GT Pursuit Special replica. The Weiand 6-71 supercharger combined with the 351-cubic-inch Cleveland V8 cut a piercing shriek and howl through the night whenever he even got close to the gas pedal, as much as the mufflers attempted to stifle the bellow from the large-displacement V8. Keeping a feather-light control over his throttle input as though he was treading on eggshells, Julio cruised through "The Block" with both eyes open and alert. <br><br>He had taken a wrong turn a while back on his drive through the industrial section of the city and ended up on his current route that would take him through what some people might consider to be the "bad" part of the city where unsavoury characters gather when the sun goes down. With a car such as his, he really needed to make sure he didn't draw any more attention than he was drawing with the modifications to his car. Noticing that there seemed to be some activity ahead of him a city block away from the construction site, Julio frowned and pulled over as quickly as he was able to before tucking his car away from view and locked it up after retrieving a set of surgical gloves as well as a cheap balaclava just in case. This was a developing situation of dubious legality and he had to know if there were cops in the area waiting on a stakeout or if he's completely alone. Leaning against his car, he pulled out his phone and dialed for one of his friends on the force.<br><br>"Hey, is this Pizza Hut?" asked Julio, speaking in code with his detective friend on the force's night shift to obfuscate his conversation.<br><br>"Yeah it is." came the coded reply from Edna "Eddie" Collins, catching on to the code.<br><br>"I wanna ask if you guys deliver to 8th and Juliette?”<br><br>“Uh no sir, we don’t usually deliver to 8th and Juliette but we can get your order there if you want sir.”<br><br>“Alright. I want a Supreme pizza with extra mushrooms, extra sausage, double cheese, and jalapeño peppers,” said Julio, reporting the situation as something that would potentially require several SWAT teams to resolve after being told that they had no operations in the area that he was in. “If you can deliver within the next… I don’t know, 15 minutes, there’d be a big tip in it for you.”<br><br>“Alright. We’ll handle your order sir. Thank you for choosing Pizza Hut, have a good night sir.”<br><br>“Thanks, you too- The fuck you lookin at ese?” asked Julio, putting on an exaggerated fake accent and the sort of bravado you’d find on Latino gangbangers in order to lull the Slavic-looking man wearing an oddly bulgy two-piece suit who was approaching into underestimating him.<br><br>“Who were you calling?” came the predictably heavily accented query from one of Arkady's men.<br><br>“Why's that any of your business eh cabrón?” asked Julio, leaning into the accent even more. “This ain't your varrio! Better get outta here before I kick your ass puto!”<br><br>“I ask only one more time,” asked the lackey again with a little more force in his voice, backed by him reaching into his jacket to draw the large OTs-33 Pernach that he had holstered. “Who were you calling?”<br><br>Now Julio had the man right where he wanted him, a mook with a handgun held in only one hand pointed straight at him. The only natural thing to do would be to feign compliance and take him down while he’s distracted.<br><br>“Ok ok, I was calling for a pizza, from Pizza Hut? I was hungry, you know?” said Julio faking an apology, raising his hands while keeping his phone in his hands.<br><br>“Show me phone, now!”<br><br>“You can have it man. It’s unlocked.”<br><br>“Who is Eddie?”<br><br>“Eddie’s my homie, he works at the Pizza Hut. Asked him to get me a pizza pronto you know?” said Julio, trying to keep the mook distracted before quickly drawing the Smith &amp; Wesson 649 revolver that he had kept in an easy-to-reach quick draw concealed carry holster and simultaneously knocking the muzzle of the Pernach away from him with a swipe from his left hand.<br><br>Channeling his power, Julio increased the density of the 125-grain Gold Dot JHP .357 Magnum rounds to double that of its original density to increase the amount of kinetic energy, mass and stopping power carried in the jacketed hollow-point bullets, causing the Slavic mook to stumble from the impact of the three rounds that was dumped into his chest. The shock from getting shot so suddenly caused the lackey to be unable to respond at an adequate speed towards his imminent death by a quick double tap to the bottom of his chin.<br><br>“Fuckin’ Russian asshole made me have to shoot him… Now I have to make an even bigger mess… Damn it!” swore Julio under his breath as he quickly put on the pair of nitrile gloves and the balaclava that he had taken from his car to avoid leaving his fingerprints on the weapons that he’s bound to take in order to defend himself and preventing any survivors from seeing what he looked like. “Sorry about this Eddie…”<br><br>Holstering his revolver and pocketing his phone, Julio quickly picked up the Pernach that the mook had dropped and press-checked it before searching for ammo on his person and finding two spare magazines.<br><br>“Any son of a bitch that comes for me will get a faceful of this gun…” muttered Julio as he moved towards the construction site while staying behind cover.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kathyan</strong> on <strong>19-11-2020, 19:42:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/18/8a/c2/188ac224c64ef19f1d9d7e933003f639.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolie Barbier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolt Girl<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> strapless dress, jeans, hat and shades<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Wednesday, March 2nd, 2050 | around noon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Les Saarinen City District<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sakura<br><strong>Content:</strong> Taking a walk incognito<br><hr><br>Jolie had not had many opportunities to go around Meteor City as much as she wanted, she had been in there for a few months only and she had spent most of her time on closed set or at best on events but still hadn't had the chance to see the streets by herself given how full her schedule was. It had taken her some months but now she was now in complete control of her schedule and with that she could finally go sightseeing around the city. Her face and figure was on display on a few adds, not as much as to be easily recognized by just anyone but she still had to beware in public so she would go out wearing dark glasses and a hat to help her conceal her identity.<br><br>One of the first places that got her attention was this bohemian district, Les Saarinen, that had this vibe of earlies 20th century. The fashion already attracted her but its street artists and its business got her full attention. Pickpockets didn't worry her, her personal possessions were quite safe stuck to herself with her attraction powers so she would stay to behold the nightlife with no worries yet she ventured into the unknown neighborhood a lot earlier as she wanted to see as much as she could from it.<br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/bc/1a/6bbc1a48fc5a456025b13213b645d9d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jolt Girl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15592928#msg15592928)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jolie Barbier<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">long leather coat</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.thedarkattitude.com/image/cache/new%20work/TDA-545-8602/50%20(9)-700x700.jpg)</div></div> to go out to the streets and then only her latex costume<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st-&gt;2nd, 2050 | around midnight<br><strong>Location:</strong> Meteor City streets<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fighting crime<br><hr><br>Since she found out about her powers Jolie felt that she had to put them to good use. Sure at the beginning she did all kind of dumb stuff as she played with them, operating her tv and her computer from a distance, hacking some news sites to increase her popularity and even making cutlery and dishes hover around before eating. As a matter of fact she still does all that stuff and a lot more but innocent as she is Jolie also felt a call to justice. She didn't know what to do besides what she had seen in a few movies so the best thing she could think of was trying to contact other people like her and go out to fight crime by herself. The first one she failed mostly at although she was able to get a few contacts given her knack with computers, she thought on focusing on the latter then and go hit the streets, perhaps she run into someone like her.<br><br>Wearing a long coat to go out without attracting much attention she'd leave her penthouse. She'd later leave it on a locker at an automatized charging station so she could change back when she came back and wearing nothing else but her custom latex catsuit she would begin walking down the streets. Jolie had looked for the most dangerous neighborhoods in the city so she knew where to go to find trouble and given how much she lacked clothes and how vibrant the colors she chose were she would be attracting not just thieves but rapists too.<br><br>This would be her second night doing this, the first one being a success as she was able to rescue Elena Alviso from a group of brigands that would've robbed her car and who knows what else if she wasn't around at Stardust District. She also manipulated the street security cameras to get for herself the recording of what happened, she thought of creating a profile for Jolt Girl and uploading her feats in order of attracting followers and other heroes and she got lots of views in her video but she wanted to get another recording. If that was a bad idea hopefully she'd meet someone to tell her so but if she didn't she would continue doing so.<br><br>Tonight she'd go for a different district and again she would find troubles quickly coming after once again. It'd be strange to see the tall stunning gorgeous blonde walking in such a revealing and flashy outfit, more at such late hours and in such a dangerous place but things would get even more strange. Jolt Girl lacked any martial training but she wouldn't even need it to fight back and quite easily she would knock unconscious a couple of criminals as she was touched by them, another couple just by touching them after stopping the bullets fired at her, and then using her lightning speed to prevent any of the last two escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>20-11-2020, 15:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HKGGJRs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Custom-made burgundy dress (https://i.imgur.com/GSS1Ekj.jpg), custom-made black and red lingerie, and a pair of red-soled black pumps (https://i.imgur.com/nZHMZ18.jpg)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Totentanz Club<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gin'iro, Zoey (M)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Worried about upsetting her John<br><hr><br>It was obvious that this woman was interested in her on a sexual level. The way she slipped her fingers beneath the slip of her dress to feel her soft thigh with the back of her fingers, the way she leaned in close, the way her words washed over Aurora's lips - It was obvious that this woman before her was attracted to her and probably aroused after all the teasing that had gone on between her and Zoey prior to Aurora being brought into the mix. It was a shame that she had to work tonight, or she might have let this one take her somewhere for a freebie.<br><br>As she tried to slip away from her to put some distance between them for her John, the woman didn't seem to want to let her leave. Of course not. Even at the mention of having a date, of course she'd still be interested in stealing her away instead. Unfortunately, she couldn't just skip her date. It was written in stone, signed in blood, and, just like every gig she had, it put her reputation and her livelihood on the line to make this appointment a pleasurable one for her client.<br><br>Before she even had the opportunity to suggest going alone, the woman was leading her towards the bathroom, pushing her along with her hand on her lower back. Aurora walked, taking a moment to look around the bar in hopes of seeing who might be watching her. Perhaps her John just wanted to sit in the shadows and admire her in the dress and lingerie he gifted her? Quite an expensive date for a simple voyeur.<br><br>When they got to the bathroom, Aurora walked over to the mirror and checked her appearance in it for a moment before turning her attention back to Mai. "Like I said, I have a blind date tonight. But," she began as she tugged her dress up slightly while reaching into the slit, pulling a small, matte black cardholder from her garter and opening it. "You should call me sometime," she finally finished as she held out her business card between her index and middle finger. It was a very simple card: Matte black background with metallic gold lettering. Her name (Aurora Parisi) was written on the front, and on the back was her phone number and her website. Nothing more, nothing less.<br><br>She knew better than to keep her John waiting, especially after he had constricted her dress, letting her know he was here and watching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>21-11-2020, 07:32:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://tibs2.threeifbyspace.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/jasondohringttp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chase Kostan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15602403#msg15602403)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Arsène<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8:00 PM<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora Parisi, Jolie Barbier, Xander<br><strong>Content:</strong> Crashing a celebrity party<br><hr><br>Chase couldn't quite place the accent that was coming out of Jolie's mouth, but whatever it was, he liked it.&nbsp; If he had to guess... maybe French?&nbsp; He had been to France before, to steal a few works of art from the Louvre Museum.&nbsp; Not the Mona Lisa, of course.&nbsp; Too high profile, even for him.&nbsp; In any case, he was certain that Aurora's friend was dodging the question when he asked her if she was in the same line of work as Aurora.<br><br>"Are you only asking out of curiosity or are you perhaps offering your... expertise?" Chase asked as he felt Jolie hang onto his arm.&nbsp; If he had to be honest... yes.&nbsp; Yes, he would definitely hire this woman if she really worked the same job as Aurora.&nbsp; He was a bit skeptical that she really was, though.&nbsp; Still, it might make for an interesting experience, trying to sus out what her real line of work was.&nbsp; "I don't mind at all.&nbsp; Perhaps we could make this an informal interview of sorts.&nbsp; By the way... I don't believe I caught your name."<br><br>Chase's eyes briefly glanced back over toward Aurora, who appeared to now be talking to Cole's friend, Xander.&nbsp; He wondered what they were talking about.&nbsp; Based on their body language... it seemed like Aurora was trying to avoid Xander, but he couldn't be too sure.&nbsp; He watched as she went outside to the patio.&nbsp; He also couldn't help but notice Xander following after her just a few minutes later.&nbsp; There definitely was some kind of history there... or maybe he was just imagining it.<br><br>"*So... why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?&nbsp; Why are you interested in pursuing this line of work?*" Chase asked, but he spoke entirely in fluent French.&nbsp; He was still pretending as though he were interviewing Jolie for a job.&nbsp; He gave her a bit of a cheeky grin as he continued, "*Why don't you tell me what your strengths and weaknesses are?*"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>22-11-2020, 03:16:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora<br><strong>Content:</strong> Fishing for answers</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> He didn't know. He couldn't have known. If she'd had just walked up to him and asked if they could talk, he'd have told his friends to give them a minute. It happened all the time when you knew a lot of people. You got caught up in the group, but he wasn't so arrogant and vain that he ignored people. He just wasn't a telepath, so he couldn't know what people wanted or felt unless they told him. After she turned down his offer to hit the blunt, he shrugged, taking another deep inhale and holding it before blowing out a hazy white cloud that formed into a perfect ring. "Suit yourself. Just figured it's healthier than the invisible, unsmellable brand of cigs you apparently smoke," he said with a bit of his natural charm, for however much good that did with someone so royally pissed off at him.<br><br>&nbsp;When she pulled her dress up, he gulped. She was...<em>sexy</em> was an understatement, and seeing those thick, healthy thighs with that garter wrapped around them was certainly not what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn't disappointed. Then she pulled out a fancy, minimalistic business card. Black with gold letters, with "Aurora Parisi" on the front, and a number and website on the back. Sliding it into his pocket, he put the still lit blunt in his mouth and held it there while he pulled out his own wallet.<br><br>&nbsp;He pulled out two cards. A slate gray card with stylized edges and a small divet in the center. When held for a few seconds, a holographic "OM3G4" popped up in varying shades of blue, showing his gamer name, then after a few seconds it would switch to his contact information and go on a cycle. It was over the top, but his agent had said it tested really well so they'd made them the VIP cards he gave to people worth his time so to speak. He just thought they looked cool.<br><br>&nbsp;After handing her that, he held the other card up for her to see. His driver's license that said "Alexander Shadmore". "We can put whatever we want on business cards and still get business. That doesn't mean we use our real name on em'." Try as she might, she couldn't get him to shake what she said was a case of mistaken identity. The reason being he knew it wasn't. In over half a decade, he'd never seen anyone look even a little bit similar to Kasey, and not only did he not forget faces, he still had all his old year books and went over them from time to time since school had been a great era in his life. <br><br>There was no way this wasn't Kasey Esposito, and he'd bet everything on it. But why was she so mad?! After he made his point, he replaced his license in his wallet, then the wallet in his pocket and took another puff of the blunt before cradling it between two fingers and holding it down at his side. She asked him why "Kasey" would want to talk to him now if he never talked to her before. And he shrugged again.&nbsp; "It wasn't like I ignored her. I just never saw her around. The few times I did she was busy or I was. Just seems like our paths didn't cross for some reason. And. Well. Because...I heard about what happened to her mother. Well after the fact, unfortunately.<br><br>&nbsp;Turns out her mom was <em>taken</em> before her time by her abusive husband. Their were rumors and stuff at school about why she just disappeared one day, but it was high school. Their were rumors about everybody and most of it was bullshit. A lady friend of my dad's told us about it at dinner once, though. How unfortunate her mom was. How the asshole barely even got a slap on the wrist for doing what he did and a firing squad for killing his wife would be too good for him. By the time I heard, she'd been ghost for at least a month or two.<br><br>&nbsp;Nobody knew where she went. Nobody could find her. It was like she dropped off the map. She had even changed her number and her e-mail, all her social media was disconnected. It was like she wanted to disappear." He paused, looking at her with genuine sincerity in his eyes, as well as confusion, because he still wasn't sure why she was so angry. "So if after half a decade, I see her looking exactly the same but more mature, even if she is going by a whole new name...I'd at least want to be able to give her my condolences. Tell her I'm sorry she had to go through that. I know how painful it is to have the woman who brought you into the world snatched away because some idiot just did his thing with no thoughts for his actions. But if she still didn't want to talk to me, I'd just ask her to at least tell me why. I know people get super powers all the time, but I'm not one, and even if I did have powers, they wouldn't be telepathy, so I wouldn't be able to read her mind. Now or back then." <br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>22-11-2020, 05:06:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander<br><strong>Content:</strong> Beginning to lose control<br><hr><br>The business card hadn't been meant for him to take. She didn't want him having any of her information, even if it was only her business phone. She had offered it to show her name to him, attempting to stop him from continuing on this same accusatory path. But, apparently, despite the fact they he had only really seen her from afar or in photos, he knew her features far too well to let this go. As the card was handed in return, she looked down at it, nearly laughing at how ridiculously over-the-top it was. He sure liked to flaunt what money he had. A wonderful life, just as expected.<br><br>As soon as he mentioned her mother, the slight smirk that had tugged at one corner of her lips fell as her eyes unfocused on the card in her hand. Her nostrils flared slightly and her brow twitched. Her jawline became slightly more pronounced as her teeth clenched while he spoke about her father and what he had done. She kept her head lowered, as if watching the card go back and forth over and over again on its cycle, but she was stuck, trying to keep her anger at bay while she was still on the job. After all, she couldn't blow up and scream at the <em>best friend</em> of the man who was paying for her tonight.<br><br>There was no way for Xander to have known what he had done to her. He hadn't done anything to her. There was no reason for her to be upset with him, as a person. He had done nothing to hurt her, nothing to upset her, and had never mistreated her in anyway. They were hardly acquaintances. They had no history and yet she couldn't help but think of her mother's death when she looked at him. He was tied to that feeling of hopelessness and heartbreak. At her lowest points, his smiling face was there on her screen, waiting for her to reach out and ask how he kept going. And now here he was, right in front of her, asking to talk, asking her to explain, and she couldn't show that vulnerability to him. She had spent far too much time on her own, breaking down on her own and picking up what pieces she could find in an attempt to put them back together enough to make it to the next day. He was now what he had been every time she looked him up: Someone just waiting for her to say something.<br><br><em>"I know how painful it is..."</em><br><br>Those words hit her harder than she could've ever expected them to. It was the reason she had wanted to talk to him all those years ago. He had lost his mother and she wanted so desperately to know how to handle it. But him bringing it up after all of this, flaunting his wonderful life, his happiness, his friends in high places and his over-the-top fucking business card, she couldn't handle hearing it. It was a good thing she wasn't barefoot on this patio, or the whole fucking place would've come crumbling down in that moment. How <em>dare </em>he act like he knew the pain of losing <em>everything</em>. Her mother had been her protector, her savior, her heart, and the day she died, Kasey lost her whole world. She had nothing and no one.<br><br>"You <em>really </em>can't take a hint, can you?" she asked as she finally looked up to him, clenching his business card in the palm of her hand. "I don't <em>owe </em>you anything. I don't have to explain to you why I do or don't like you. I'm sorry if that's not how you're <em>used</em> to being treated by your <em>fangirls </em>and your fancy friends, but I'm not here to make you feel good about yourself. You've got plenty of people in this over-priced, in-your-face mansion party that would be <strong>happy </strong>to tell you how <em>amazing </em>and <em>wonderful </em>you are. So, <strong>stop </strong>following me."<br><br>She needed to get herself under control and she needed to make her way back to the party before someone came out and heard her, knowing she would eventually just start screaming at him if he kept trying to pry. She had yet to confirm to him that she was, in fact, Kasey Esposito. She didn't want to admit who she was. Not like this. Not while she was working. She had two personas for a reason and he was only making things harder for her.<br><br>"Now if you'll excuse me," she began as she set his business card down on the stone wall, making it clear that she had no interest in taking it. "I have to get back to work," she said, hoping he would just let her leave. She couldn't risk continuing this inside if he wasn't done being... Xander.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-11-2020, 01:51:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/42/90/64/429064b2278e283c81a6e1c3d908178b.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Arkady Krevchenko<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Chimera (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15603849#msg15603849)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured[Armor hidden beneath his clothes]<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/5/2050 | 11pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jules<br><strong>Content:</strong>Gang Activity</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> For the next few minutes, Arkady put the prior foolishness of the men out of his mind while he and Benjamin hammered out the details of the transaction. Of course things had been "confirmed" over a secure line earlier in the week, but at these sorts of deals, you always tried to do a bit of haggling if you could. Favors and promises were often exchanged with just as much ease as cold hard cash. So he and Ben had been going back and forth, and finally they came to an agreement. Instead of the agreed upon $1,000,000 for the full shipment of guns as well as the ammunition, Ben and the Hogs would pay $500k, and Arkady would get a discount on their next big shipment of drugs, and a favor. As they were shaking hands, something caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Normally people would think that was just paranoia, or an ill-defined sixth sense. For Arkady, it was different.<br><br>&nbsp;His senses were picking up something that was off, something not normal for the situation. He focused, enhancing his hearing with the ears of a moth, and he could suddenly hear everything going on around him. A man crinkling up a gum wrapper before popping it in his mouth. Someone kicking gravel out of boredom. A hilariously overexaggerated hispanic accent arguing with a Russian one about a phone.... "My friend, with our business concluded, I suggest you and your men make a timely exit. There may be some...<em>issues</em> developing because someone is here who shouldn't be. Don't worry, I'll handle it." <br><br>Standing up, he fixed his jacket then whistled. "Boys, get them loaded up, double time. Then everyone leave. Imran," he said turning to his second-in-command. "Take the money, get Yuri and Artyom to go with you, and go to the usual place. I'll deal with this." Not long after his commands were issued, the sound of three gunshots rang out into the night so loudly his ears rang. Even using a man's chest as a suppressor, the shots from a gun that powerful still echoed loud enough for everyone at the site to acknowledge it, and hands started going towards firearms of their own.<br><br>&nbsp;"Triple time!! Get them loaded up and out of here!," he shouted to his men who started hauling the heavy boxes of guns and ammo into the empty back of the minivan and the beds of the pickup trucks. "The hell's goin on, Arkady?" Turning to Ben, who had a .45 in hand, across his chest and angled down, he shook his head. "I believe someone is trying to crash our party. And that means the police may not be far behind. Which is why I want my friend and business partner as far away from here as possible before they arrive. This happened in my house, I'll handle it." <br><br>Imran and Ben's lieutenant quickly removed $300,000 from the duffel bag and transferred it into a smaller one, then Imran took their payment, jumped into one of the trucks with Arkady's best guards, and they peeled out of the lot, kicking up dirt and gravel on their way. No cash meant no transaction took place, so even if people were caught, they couldn't make a charge. The weapons were still an issue, but both his men and the Hogs were loading as fast as they could, so in the next few minutes, they'd be able to leave as well. <br><br>Giving his business associate a wave, Ben grunted, then ran over to his bike and revved it up. He was the boss, so him getting caught wasn't a possibility that needed to be given a chance. "You know where to go when you're done! Hurry it up!" Flipping the kickstand up, he gunned the throttle and tore off the opposite way that the SUV had gone. Now there was no money, and no leader of the Road Hogs. Two chess pieces were off the table. Now it was him, a bunch of armed men from his organization and a biker gang, and lots of weapons.<br><br>&nbsp;The men there who weren't loading up, were well armed and looking at points of entry, so he didn't worry about them for the moment. He was more focused on the uninvited guest, and gave himself the sense of smell of a black bear. Raising his head, he took a few whiffs of the air. He had to focus to not be overwhelmed by the oil, machinery, cheap cologne. Eventually he picked up the scent of gunpowder and a whiff of sweat, and it was still fresh. Pulling the FN 5.7 from it's holster, he cocked the slide back to load the first round into the chamber, then quick walked toward the smell. He was still inside the fully enclosed construction site, while whoever it was was on the outside. A 12 foot high fence with blue tarp covering every inch of it wasn't much for cover, but it worked fine for concealment. And inside the site, there was ample cover from leftover port-a-johns to pallets of cement blocks, and more. All he had to do was wait for their "friend" to make his presence known.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MetroFallout</strong> on <strong>25-11-2020, 16:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZjkwYTE0MjItNDE0ZC00ZjAzLTk1NTctZTQ4NDFiZWEwMDNjXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjA0MDAwNDY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,666,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julio Basilio Rodríguez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15648883#msg15648883)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jules, El Commandante, El Jefe<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> light grey vintage Duran Duran Rio album cover T-shirt, vintage blue Levi's 501 jeans, white Adidas Superstar sneakers with black stripes, injection-molded polymer concealed carry holster for custom 1911 and concealed carry injection-molded polymer double single-stack magazine case, leather concealed carry holster for S&amp;W Model 649 revolver<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/5/2050 | 11pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> "Abandoned" Herman Financial Construction Site<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arkady<br><strong>Content:</strong> Late night defensive combat<br><hr><br>OTs-33 Pernach in hand, Julio made sure he had the gun in semi-automatic firing mode in order to make sure that the blocky slab of post-Soviet machine pistol would be controllable. With 18 rounds of 9x18mm Makarov in each of the three magazines that he had on hand, Jules felt good about his chances of getting another gun to defend himself with if and when more mooks find him especially considering he still had 8 rounds of .45 Super for his custom 1911 plus 1 in the chamber and two spare magazines.<br><br>As he slowly crept up to the construction site, Julio felt a tremendous sense of trepidation. He had no idea what the force numbers were like on the other side of this and had no idea when the MCPD SWAT would arrive and if they’d be able to tell who he was considering that he wasn’t wearing something that would be readily identifiable to them. It occurred to him that he really should stay put in order to not get caught in the crossfire between SWAT and the presumably armed group that was at the construction site when the former arrived but he still had to make sure that the armed group stayed put in order for them to be arrested.<br><br>“The fuck am I even doing here man…” he muttered to himself as he pushed up to a sturdy bit of cover that he could use to peek around to see what was around the corner. “No backup, no gear, no guarantees that backup won’t accidentally shoot me… This is all just a bad idea altogether… I really need that cavalry…”<br><br>Hearing a group of footsteps approach his position accompanied by what he could discern to be Russian, he knew that there were several footmobiles around the corner. Knowing that he’d need to drop them with haste, he figured that he’d use the element of surprise to his advantage and pop them in the head instead of going for shots to the body in case they had body armour.<br><br>Keeping the Pernach in a tight grip and close to his body, to reduce the chances of being disarmed of the machine pistol at point-blank range, Julio pivoted out of cover and channelled his power. Focusing on his abilities, he made his skin denser and more difficult to penetrate, as well as doubling the density and kinetic energy of the 9×18mm SP-7's Makarov rounds as they left the muzzle. Just as he peeked out from behind cover he pointed the Pernach’s muzzle in the general direction of the closest mook’s head and punched out a handful of shots.<br><br>Within the span of 5 seconds, the three mooks who had started their investigation all had at least a single round punch through their skullcap and collapsed, unresponsive to the followup shots that Julio put through their heads to make sure they were indeed dead.<br><br>“Three more for the coroner.” muttered Julio, keeping his skin, muscle fibres and bone tissue as dense as he could without jeopardising his ability to move quickly and quietly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>25-11-2020, 18:40:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://media1.popsugar-assets.com/files/thumbor/_qoeSvD0k_uvZNi4O0e4PYAwQDE/fit-in/2048xorig/filters:format_auto-!!-:strip_icc-!!-/2020/08/17/751/n/44498184/5bc6e94037a2e969_GettyImages-1155144966/i/Jessie-T-Usher-in-Real-Life.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Shadmore<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Zer0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15588065#msg15588065)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 3/1/2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aurora<br><strong>Content:</strong> Giving up for now</span><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"> It hadn't even registered in his mind to give the card back after she handed it to him. Who gave out a business card only to expect it to be given right back? That was like telling someone to call you, then looking over your shoulder as you leave and saying, "Actually, never mind." So like any sensible person, after he scanned the front and back, he naturally slid it into his pocket, as that was just what you did in this situation. He expected her to hold onto his as well, and if she wasn't so pissy at him, she might have even had a little laugh at seeing how over the top his own card was. <br><br>He wasn't a professional people reader or a shrink or anything like that, but when you made a living off of hacking people's information and beating them in video games, you got pretty good at reading tells, facial expressions, things like that. He took note of just how different the anger was when he mentioned Kasey's mom from when he was just saying she was who she said she wasn't. That was a genuine look of rage, and sorrow. He knew he was right, but now he felt bad for being right, and he couldn't just go, "Hah, no one would get mad about their mom like that if it wasn't them!"<br><br>&nbsp;Xander would never know the <em>exact</em> pain Kasey felt at losing her mother because of her father. But he knew the pain of an innocent, beautiful woman. A protector and light in your life being snuffed out senselessly because the person who was responsible just didn't think about what they did. He knew that all too well, and still woke up in cold sweats to this day after having nightmares of using his powers crush the guy into a meat cube, or to put so much gravity on him he just flattened into jelly.<br><br>&nbsp;Even after all this time, he still had his issues, so he knew she'd have her own. He just wanted to know what her issues were with him. Was it unreasonable to want a reason for someone hating your guts when you knew for a fact you'd never done them any wrong? He thought so, and was sure plenty of other people would agree. She was being as stubborn as a mule about it though, so he figured he wouldn't be getting any answers in the here and now. She told him he couldn't take a hint and he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been told that I can be dense sometimes." <br><br>He looked down as she squeezed his card, crushing it into a ball in her grip. It was soft plastic with only the tiniest bit of lightweight circuitry within. It would be nearly impossible to tear, but crumbling it up wouldn't be hard at all. She continued on, calling him out for being successful, and saying that his hoity toity friends and fangirls elevated him above normal people. All he wanted was to know why she was angry. That was it, but she was acting like he was asking for a kidney with nothing to offer in return. <br><br>"I wasn't aware wanting to know why someone hates you for seemingly no reason, and to be treated like a human with some honesty, kindness, and decency was something you needed fangirls and fancy friends to deserve. And I don't need anyone to tell me anything about myself. I just wanted to know why someone I thought could've been a cool person back in the day...is such a bitch to me now for a reason I'm not even allowed to know." Taking another puff on his blunt, he turned away from her and grabbed a seat to drag over to the patio's railing. "Don't let me get in your way. Wouldn't want you to rage out because I gave you a compliment or asked about the old days." Taking a much deserved seat, he reclined and looked out at the skyline, wondering just what in the fuck had happened.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Meteor City 2050 [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CandyLips</strong> on <strong>26-11-2020, 14:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/22/df/b7/22dfb7e23e6c91f1e31019e354bdd14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasey Esposito/Aurora Parisi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=324267.msg15599933#msg15599933)<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Richter (Not yet known)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> March 1st, 2050 | 8pm<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cole Bennett's Mansion<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Xander, Chase, Jolie, OPEN<br><strong>Content:</strong> Returning to work<br><hr><br>Dense. Yeah, Xander definitely seemed to pretty oblivious to his actions and how they upset her. Aurora was usually so poised when she was on the job. Kasey, not so much. Kasey was most-definitely hot-headed. It was all a defense mechanism, just as it had always been, back when they were in school together. She was always alone because it was safer to be alone. And in order to not risk making friends, she had to come off as a bitch when she needed to when deep down she had just been a girl who had only been trying to keep her secrets. She hadn't wanted to risk being taken away from her mother, so she didn't let anyone get close enough to see what was happening to her. And only after she'd lost her did Kasey try to reach out to someone. Xander.<br><br>Over the years, when she needed someone to tell her everything would be alright without her mother, she only looked one person up. Xander. And now that she stood before him, given every opportunity to ask him how he goes on without his, how he lives without her, she couldn't. It was not the right time or the right place. He had approached her at work, mixing her two worlds in a way that made her uncomfortable and tense. So, her defense mechanism kicked in. He was getting too close. She needed him to stay away from her, and the best way to do that was to be a bitch to him. It definitely wasn't the best way she could've handled things, but it seemed to work nonetheless. That's all that mattered.<br><br>Kasey was no stranger to being called a bitch. His insult hardly even brushed her as she walked back to the patio door and stopped in front of it to check her reflection in the surface of the glass. She wiggled her hips a bit as she tugged her dress into place and ran her fingertips through her hair, tucking it behind one ear before she grabbed the handle, paying no mind to Xander's grumbling. Aurora had other people to worry about at this party.<br><br>Making her way back inside, she closed the patio door behind her and walked back into the party, leaving him outside to smoke and grumble to himself. She didn't care that he felt like he deserved and explanation as to why she was avoiding him. She didn't owe him anything. But she did owe this party some more attention, given she was already paid to be here. She spotted her friend Jolie chatting it up with the guy she had flirted with in the kitchen, but decided to make a loop around just to check to make sure there wasn't anyone who required some entertainment first. Luckily, most people were already getting into the swing of things, drinking and dancing and just having a good time. The rest of the girls seemed to really hold things together without her there.<br><br>Aurora made her way back around to catch up with her friend and Chase. "Jolie! You should've told me you'd be here. We could've gotten a ride together!" she said with a smile, as if nothing had happened out on the patio just a moment ago. She was back to her professional self, ready to make sure all these celebrities had a good evening. She turned her attention to Chase with a smirk. "I'm guessing maybe a ride at the end of this party might be out of the question, if you two are planning on sharing one," she teased her friend as she looked Chase up and down for a moment before finally addressing him. "Did you save me that shot or have you already sucked it off of someone's body?" she asked as she teasingly crossed her arms in feign judgement.
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