Deamonbane

American Crime Story

As ego-unfriendly as it was, not being the smartest person in the room, and not having to live up to anything was relaxing. He was called in like the rest of them, because he was the best at what he did. And what he ended up doing, usually, was the last part of an investigation and, arguably, the most rewarding: Arresting the sonovabitch, or gunning him down as he resisted arrest. Mark was the muscle of the group. The big huge muscled arms and legs that had the beautiful minds of everyone else working behind him, telling him where to go, what to do. They were all in the genius ballpark, or so their resumes would have you believe. While Mark was something of a smart guy in his own right, with the finest PD shooting record in the country, as well as a Bachelor's degree in Phsychology, he was no rocket scientist. He wasn't anything like that guy, Ben Winston, who could probably hack into the Pentagon to order a sandwich. Or... Harley Quinn.

Good God.

He leaned back in his seat. He even had his own desk no,w even though asking for his own office might not have been appropriate. He knew police tactics like nobody alive too, he supposed, and he knew how to stop someone that knew police tactics, so stick to what you're good at, right? He wasn't a detective, he didn't have a mind for details and the will to beat the law system that seemed to be put in place to make sure that bad guys got away with doing bad things. He looked over the file that was passed to him, and he read it over. The women were all good looking, youngest being 21, oldest 30, so the perp wasn't selecting them over age, at least not in a way that they could define. Sure. Lets find a guy that's hunting down good-looking brunettes between twenty and thirty. Lets give stopping the drug trade a go while we're at it.

Same height, give or take, While they were all brunettes, their names gave little indication towards hispanic origins. Might be something there, Mark mused, putting it down in his notebook. The names seemed to indicate, if anything predominantly Catholic Irish backgrounds. Could indicate a hunting ground? They didn't work, live, or hang in the same areas. If this was a serial killer, he may have just picked the broadest hunting selection ever. Unless there was a serial killer out there hunting ants.

But he wasn't a detective. He would pass his ideas along to someone else and let them hash it out, while he helped in any way that he could. He avoided being crunched in a hug by Smiles-a-Lot and merely smiled at her in return.

American Crime Story

AS much as losing players hurts an Rp.... If Rare had stayed, I would have had an epileptic attack from those gifs on her sig.

Age of Man: Return of The Ancients

I have *nods and mouth waters* Although a particular favorite of mine was their rendition of Snaga the Sender. Always was a die-hard Druss and Skilgannon fan....

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

*waves all sick-like*

Age of Man: Return of The Ancients

No... one of the first posts had them seeing the wolf as carrying the meat for the hunting party...

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Historical, or medieval?

Age of Man: Return of The Ancients

Decado was silent as he helped with the cleaning up of their most recent mess. The Orcs had been outnumbered and outgunned from the start, but the way that things had gone, the wolves were lucky they didn't walk away with casualties, or more wounds. Putting so many newcomers under the command of an inexperienced commander, despite his skill, had proven to be a poor move. These bumpkins didn't fight well together, anxious to prove themselves, grabbing their own glory instead of fighting as a team. Three or four experienced wolves would have peppered the orcs with arrows, thinning their ranks before engaging. But no. One volley and everyone wanted to get in close. They needed some tactics. The fact that they were all still alive and mostly unhurt was thanks to Arthur's quick thinking.

He scowled, unstrapping the meats and hides that were attached to the now dead wolf, and getting to quick work on them. They couldn't carry the wold boar and the two deer legs that were to be found, as well as the handful of hares and rabbits that had been caught by the orc hunting party. He got rid of the questionable bits, like the ones that had teeth marks in it. And cut up as much as he determined that they would be able to carry," You said that the troop would like some fresh meat," Decado growled at Arthur," Everyone pack up as much as you can carry, and we leave the rest. Let the healer back at camp determine if this is edible," He packed up a side of the boar and carried it in his bag, moving over to Riki. Her attitude had annoyed him a mite. There was no place for idiots in the Wolves, and her kind of idiocy was the worst kind. The kind that would not only get her killed, but the others around her as well.

"You're no princess in need of rescuing, little one," He growled at her, handing her her share of the loot and the meat," Doesn't mean you don't need help on occasion. We fight together, or we die together here in the Wolves. If you can't get that, you will get yourself dead. In most occasions, I would not mourn. But if you get other people killed because you want to do everything yourself, I will kill you myself, and say it was an accident," And with that grumpy advice passed along, he started making his way towards the Ironwolves' camp.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Carantathraiel said
school is also boring. ^^; Slice of life rps are too generic.

Slice of Life RPs can be fun, depending on how you play them... rich people trying to kill each other to get richer is always amusing...

Age of Man: Return of The Ancients

lol.. I am sick, so my posting is a little slow... but I'll try to get a post up here soonest...

Becoming (A Hannibal Lecter inspired RP)

I'll be getting in a post as soon as I can. Gotten sick and on work leave, so I'll see what I can do...

On another note, Hiya Dredigan! Call me Bane.