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Vidya Gaymez
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I like anime, and PC games on steam.
I play and record music for my solo project, and do graphic album art for bands and myself.
if you would like anything made I can do lots of things with photoshop, depending oh what it is however, changes the conditions.
I play and record music for my solo project, and do graphic album art for bands and myself.
if you would like anything made I can do lots of things with photoshop, depending oh what it is however, changes the conditions.
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your guess is as good as mine
@NoobCW hm, the post to the wolf was a little unfair, because A. nobody knows who the empire generals are because you haven't told anybody lol.
Usually don't do long posts, I hope I am getting a little better.
Osmond was still searching for Terrace, he rounded the corner close to the bar. 'The Owl and The Father' was somewhat of a normal place aboard The Ark, like any other. Osmond walked inside, the bar wasn't full but there were quite a lot of people there. Still a few open spots at the bar, and even in booths and at tables.
"Gimme a... Gin Martini" He streamed the credits through to the barkeep via his datapad. He cycled through the holographic screen and find the picture he was showing everyone on the way over.
"Seen this man? Name's Terrace, Ambrose." The bartender placed the drink in front of Osmond, he took a sip of it.
The bartender placed his elbows on the edge of the bar and pulled out a cigarette. "Name's Warren... That man there-"
He pointed his cigarette towards the screen, "Seen him back maybe... a day ago, he was shuffling through here all suspicious-like. Perhaps hidin'" The man lit the cigarette and tapped a button under the bar, it lit up a glowing screen above the bar, reading On Break.
Osmond looked around the bar, there were a couple people looking at him from across the bar, seemed to draw attention wherever he went, a getup like that'll do that for you. The scene of the bar was a little lackluster, still a fine place but nothing to wag a stick at, not that there would be many of those on the ship anyways. The bar was probably the nicest place in establishment, the wood was in near perfect condition, with the exception of a couple spots where water had stained the surface.
"You figure that do ya'?" Osmond continued. "Man just hidin' - What you figure from?"
The barkeep ashed his cigarette and looked up at Osmond. "If I've to muster a guess, I'd be guessin' you."
Osmond pulled his coat to the side revealing the hilt of his knife only to Warren. "You'd be right, that man is wanted for trespassing, he ain't to be on The Ark, I'm a bounty hunter of sorts"
Warren eyed Osmond's knife, and looked towards the door. "I'll give you what I can, the man came in a little late, not sure where he went after but. I got some footage if you want, place is running near 24/7 on a security feed in the back."
Warren motioned Osmond to come through the back with him, leaving his half full martini at the bar. The men from across the bar sitting in a booth were still eyeballing Osmond. He walked through the back door to find the barrel of a gun aimed at him, the men from the booth followed behind. Keep thing the exit from Osmond.
Warren spoke with the pistol in Osmond's mouth. "Hand over that fancy gear you got, hunter. Gotta be worth a fortune, and that's exactly what Ambrose is looking for on this new planet."
Osmond looked at the men behind him. "He think's he'll find safety away from Earth? I've looked for him since I got wind of the plan to board without proper authorization, he'll be hunted by someone else if not me. I'm just to get the money first."
"HA!" Warren laughed - "How do you expect to get the money if you're dead?"
In a flash, Osmond ducked sideways, pushing Warren's arm to the side and squeezing the pressure point behind his forearm, Warren fired off by accident, Osmond pulled the gun towards one of the guards at the door, he twisted and threw his cloak over the second guard. Pulling his blade as he did, and taking the arm off of Warren. With a swift clean spin he threw his knife into the chest of the guard - Ran towards him and kicked the blade further into his chest. Knocking the guard through the door of the bar.
The fighting settled, Warren passed out, probably gunna die soon, the guards were dead and the whole bar was staring at Osmond.
"Shit, gotta start over." Osmond edged the blood from his knife and sheathed it, swinging the door to The Owl wide as he stormed out.
"Gimme a... Gin Martini" He streamed the credits through to the barkeep via his datapad. He cycled through the holographic screen and find the picture he was showing everyone on the way over.
"Seen this man? Name's Terrace, Ambrose." The bartender placed the drink in front of Osmond, he took a sip of it.
The bartender placed his elbows on the edge of the bar and pulled out a cigarette. "Name's Warren... That man there-"
He pointed his cigarette towards the screen, "Seen him back maybe... a day ago, he was shuffling through here all suspicious-like. Perhaps hidin'" The man lit the cigarette and tapped a button under the bar, it lit up a glowing screen above the bar, reading On Break.
Osmond looked around the bar, there were a couple people looking at him from across the bar, seemed to draw attention wherever he went, a getup like that'll do that for you. The scene of the bar was a little lackluster, still a fine place but nothing to wag a stick at, not that there would be many of those on the ship anyways. The bar was probably the nicest place in establishment, the wood was in near perfect condition, with the exception of a couple spots where water had stained the surface.
"You figure that do ya'?" Osmond continued. "Man just hidin' - What you figure from?"
The barkeep ashed his cigarette and looked up at Osmond. "If I've to muster a guess, I'd be guessin' you."
Osmond pulled his coat to the side revealing the hilt of his knife only to Warren. "You'd be right, that man is wanted for trespassing, he ain't to be on The Ark, I'm a bounty hunter of sorts"
Warren eyed Osmond's knife, and looked towards the door. "I'll give you what I can, the man came in a little late, not sure where he went after but. I got some footage if you want, place is running near 24/7 on a security feed in the back."
Warren motioned Osmond to come through the back with him, leaving his half full martini at the bar. The men from across the bar sitting in a booth were still eyeballing Osmond. He walked through the back door to find the barrel of a gun aimed at him, the men from the booth followed behind. Keep thing the exit from Osmond.
Warren spoke with the pistol in Osmond's mouth. "Hand over that fancy gear you got, hunter. Gotta be worth a fortune, and that's exactly what Ambrose is looking for on this new planet."
Osmond looked at the men behind him. "He think's he'll find safety away from Earth? I've looked for him since I got wind of the plan to board without proper authorization, he'll be hunted by someone else if not me. I'm just to get the money first."
"HA!" Warren laughed - "How do you expect to get the money if you're dead?"
In a flash, Osmond ducked sideways, pushing Warren's arm to the side and squeezing the pressure point behind his forearm, Warren fired off by accident, Osmond pulled the gun towards one of the guards at the door, he twisted and threw his cloak over the second guard. Pulling his blade as he did, and taking the arm off of Warren. With a swift clean spin he threw his knife into the chest of the guard - Ran towards him and kicked the blade further into his chest. Knocking the guard through the door of the bar.
The fighting settled, Warren passed out, probably gunna die soon, the guards were dead and the whole bar was staring at Osmond.
"Shit, gotta start over." Osmond edged the blood from his knife and sheathed it, swinging the door to The Owl wide as he stormed out.
working on my second post sir
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Free Roleplay
When I get home from school today I'll catch up, perhaps SIN is just busy at the moment. I hate to leave mine n Shermies conversation BUUUT I like this RP and don't wanna drop out cuz of another person atm. Anyways yeah.:)
@The Fated Fallen get steam
@Wraithblade6 I am waiting for some people to do so, I also need a main character for me to play
@FuzzyFly Someone planted a bomb on the ship, I'm calling it.
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