@Luna Amore I know! T-T. If you think that's sad, just wait till you hear Helena's! Also, hi! ^^/
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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@Luna Amore
It was at this moment Harley was doing all she could to choke back a gut laugh towards Natalia's words. Madison? Nice?! The cowgirl would believe that when pigs flew. If only Natalia knew that girl was just using Mr. Felton's tutoring as a ploy to try and get in his pants. She leaned against the locker with both arms crossed, answering back slightly sarcastic, "Oh I bet she does, especially with a handsome teacher like Mr. Felton, but..." She sighed, a short yawn segwaying into a stretch. "Maybe I'm being too judgmental here. I just don't like how she's gotta flaunt what she's got like she's some high filutin' movie star or somethin'! I don't like it when people think they're better than me!"
And perhaps it was a tinge of jealousy, but Harley, she wouldn't stand for any girl willing to ruin a man's life just to sleep with him.
"Really? Me too!" At least knowing she would be in another class with Nat made her grin. She was about to follow Natalia until her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and checked the contact. It was....her mom?
"Aww man!" Gruffly she sighed. She loved her family more than anything, but damn did they have to be so overprotective? "I gotta take this one, Nat. You go on ahead." She said to Nat with an apologetic smile then answered her phone. "Hey ma!"
"Hi sweetie!" Her mom's voice practically rang over the speaker. "Just callin' to check up on you and see how you're doing! I can't believe my daughter's attending a prestigious New York school! We're so proud of you, Harley!"
"Aww gee! Thanks mama!" Harley giggled, her cheeks turning a bit red. "Just wish you and daddy didn't have to spend so much to get me up here."
"Well darlin'!" Her mother laughed. "How else were you gonna learn to be a photographer? Now don't you worry! Daddy and I will be just fine.
He's been working with Mr. Tanner over in Midland, climbing oil rigs till we get another herd of cattle to sell. He should be back home next week. We got plenty of money, sweetheart. Don't you worry."
"I know mama, but..." Harley paused with a sigh. Her smile began to fade. "I'm not much worried about that, as I am about....about Jack."
"Harley..." Her mother's voice went soft. "I've been meaning to tell you about him. The doctors said he might not wake up at all. He's still showing brain activity, but he's...still not there, Harley."
Harley could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She wiped them away on the sleeve of her flannel. "But....does that mean you're gonna..."
There was silence on the other end before her mother returned tearfully, "If we have to, sweetheart, but Jack...he was born to be a soldier. I know he'll pull through this, God willing, but I wish he never went over there to fight."
"Mama.... Jack just wanted to protect us. He knew what he was getting into when he joined up. I know he'll make it. He's got all of us. God knows he'll wake up one day."
"Well... I reckon you're right, sweet pea. I know this has been the hardest on you. You and Jack, you were like two little peas in a pod growing up. You were always his little buddy."
"I still am, right?" Harley smiled. "I gotta go now, mama. I love you! Oh and...y'all tell Jack I said hi."
"We will, honey. When your dad gets home from work next week, we're going back down to the V.A. hospital to see him. I'll tell him then. You best get to class now, darlin', and Harley, you have a wonderful day. Love you. Bye."
Her mother hung up. Harley still had tears in her eyes as she slipped her phone back in her pocket and carried on, trying her best to put on a smile for her friend.
After today, Helena was ready to torch this place and everyone in it to the fucking ground. She was ready to douse the halls in gasoline and light 'em up, then sit outside the school, smoking a joint and watching the flames devour everything, like the emperor playing his fiddle while Rome burned.
She was done with school for the day, and was ready to go home and blaze it, just to forget about everything, about Jason, his bitch ass girlfriend, her dad and his new bitch ass girlfriend.....and...about her mom.
Skating along, she stopped at her locker to grab her stash she kept hidden behind the horror movie poster in the back, tucked in a small hole she cut, but upon reaching into the tiny gap, her hand touched...not a plastic baggy full of weed, but a crumpled piece of paper.
"What the fuck?"
Helena grabbed it and uncrumpled it. With each letter of the note she read, her face grew red with anger.
Yo Hel,
Didn't have any hash, so I had to jack your stash. Hope you're cool with it, a'ight? Peace!
-Tony \m/ >3< \m/
Are you fucking cereal, brah?! Helena tore the note to shreds, letting out a guttural growl as she slammed her head against the locker. Fucking Tony! Dude didn't even leave me a spliff! Fucker! At least there's my stash at home, if step-bitch ain't confiscated it yet.
Beside her locker however, which now had a dent because of her raging headbutt...which gave her a raging headache. Helena noticed the pint sized nerdy looking chick. Amelia, she thinks her name was. The girl had obviously been bawling her eyes out, given the dark circles and her bloodshot eyes. Pretty eyes actually. It was none of the redhead's business, but now that she thought about it, she did see this girl always up Madison's ass.
Maybe she was another fuckbuddy that got burned by the succubus slut.
"Hey... you alright?" She didn't know why, but seeing the girl broken up like she was...it kinda tugged on the finite number of heartstrings Helena had left.
It was at this moment Harley was doing all she could to choke back a gut laugh towards Natalia's words. Madison? Nice?! The cowgirl would believe that when pigs flew. If only Natalia knew that girl was just using Mr. Felton's tutoring as a ploy to try and get in his pants. She leaned against the locker with both arms crossed, answering back slightly sarcastic, "Oh I bet she does, especially with a handsome teacher like Mr. Felton, but..." She sighed, a short yawn segwaying into a stretch. "Maybe I'm being too judgmental here. I just don't like how she's gotta flaunt what she's got like she's some high filutin' movie star or somethin'! I don't like it when people think they're better than me!"
And perhaps it was a tinge of jealousy, but Harley, she wouldn't stand for any girl willing to ruin a man's life just to sleep with him.
"Really? Me too!" At least knowing she would be in another class with Nat made her grin. She was about to follow Natalia until her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and checked the contact. It was....her mom?
"Aww man!" Gruffly she sighed. She loved her family more than anything, but damn did they have to be so overprotective? "I gotta take this one, Nat. You go on ahead." She said to Nat with an apologetic smile then answered her phone. "Hey ma!"
"Hi sweetie!" Her mom's voice practically rang over the speaker. "Just callin' to check up on you and see how you're doing! I can't believe my daughter's attending a prestigious New York school! We're so proud of you, Harley!"
"Aww gee! Thanks mama!" Harley giggled, her cheeks turning a bit red. "Just wish you and daddy didn't have to spend so much to get me up here."
"Well darlin'!" Her mother laughed. "How else were you gonna learn to be a photographer? Now don't you worry! Daddy and I will be just fine.
He's been working with Mr. Tanner over in Midland, climbing oil rigs till we get another herd of cattle to sell. He should be back home next week. We got plenty of money, sweetheart. Don't you worry."
"I know mama, but..." Harley paused with a sigh. Her smile began to fade. "I'm not much worried about that, as I am about....about Jack."
"Harley..." Her mother's voice went soft. "I've been meaning to tell you about him. The doctors said he might not wake up at all. He's still showing brain activity, but he's...still not there, Harley."
Harley could feel the tears welling in her eyes. She wiped them away on the sleeve of her flannel. "But....does that mean you're gonna..."
There was silence on the other end before her mother returned tearfully, "If we have to, sweetheart, but Jack...he was born to be a soldier. I know he'll pull through this, God willing, but I wish he never went over there to fight."
"Mama.... Jack just wanted to protect us. He knew what he was getting into when he joined up. I know he'll make it. He's got all of us. God knows he'll wake up one day."
"Well... I reckon you're right, sweet pea. I know this has been the hardest on you. You and Jack, you were like two little peas in a pod growing up. You were always his little buddy."
"I still am, right?" Harley smiled. "I gotta go now, mama. I love you! Oh and...y'all tell Jack I said hi."
"We will, honey. When your dad gets home from work next week, we're going back down to the V.A. hospital to see him. I'll tell him then. You best get to class now, darlin', and Harley, you have a wonderful day. Love you. Bye."
Her mother hung up. Harley still had tears in her eyes as she slipped her phone back in her pocket and carried on, trying her best to put on a smile for her friend.
After today, Helena was ready to torch this place and everyone in it to the fucking ground. She was ready to douse the halls in gasoline and light 'em up, then sit outside the school, smoking a joint and watching the flames devour everything, like the emperor playing his fiddle while Rome burned.
She was done with school for the day, and was ready to go home and blaze it, just to forget about everything, about Jason, his bitch ass girlfriend, her dad and his new bitch ass girlfriend.....and...about her mom.
Skating along, she stopped at her locker to grab her stash she kept hidden behind the horror movie poster in the back, tucked in a small hole she cut, but upon reaching into the tiny gap, her hand touched...not a plastic baggy full of weed, but a crumpled piece of paper.
"What the fuck?"
Helena grabbed it and uncrumpled it. With each letter of the note she read, her face grew red with anger.
Yo Hel,
Didn't have any hash, so I had to jack your stash. Hope you're cool with it, a'ight? Peace!
-Tony \m/ >3< \m/
Are you fucking cereal, brah?! Helena tore the note to shreds, letting out a guttural growl as she slammed her head against the locker. Fucking Tony! Dude didn't even leave me a spliff! Fucker! At least there's my stash at home, if step-bitch ain't confiscated it yet.
Beside her locker however, which now had a dent because of her raging headbutt...which gave her a raging headache. Helena noticed the pint sized nerdy looking chick. Amelia, she thinks her name was. The girl had obviously been bawling her eyes out, given the dark circles and her bloodshot eyes. Pretty eyes actually. It was none of the redhead's business, but now that she thought about it, she did see this girl always up Madison's ass.
Maybe she was another fuckbuddy that got burned by the succubus slut.
"Hey... you alright?" She didn't know why, but seeing the girl broken up like she was...it kinda tugged on the finite number of heartstrings Helena had left.
@Luna Amore
Helena wasn't much for religion. She would tell you that, but at this moment she was thinking that if there was an almighty sentient being high in the clouds, she would pray for them to strike those two with a searing bolt of lightning and melt the flesh off their bones, especially that big titted, fake ass whore Madison.
Grabbing the money off the floor, she crumpled it up in her fist, extending her middle finger high and proud for those fuckers to see before she skated off. Fuck Jason! She thought. He ain't the first fucking person to abandon me in this goddamn city! The sooner I get out of this fucking place, the better!
She felt sick seeing those two going at it again, like acid was leaking out of her stomach...and slowly dissolving her. She skated away quicker, but a small tear fell from her cheek. She needed to go home and medicate.
Meanwhile, Harley scurried behind her camera buddy. Once they got to Natalia's locker, she leaned against the wall letting out a sigh of relief, "Phew! Well this sure has been somethin', I'll tell ya. That girl Maddy sure likes stirrin up the hornet's nest. Gonna get her ass kicked one day, and probably by that skater girl." She paused for a moment to catch her breath. "I gotta say, Nat, I ain't likin' her one bit." And for good reason.
Helena wasn't much for religion. She would tell you that, but at this moment she was thinking that if there was an almighty sentient being high in the clouds, she would pray for them to strike those two with a searing bolt of lightning and melt the flesh off their bones, especially that big titted, fake ass whore Madison.
Grabbing the money off the floor, she crumpled it up in her fist, extending her middle finger high and proud for those fuckers to see before she skated off. Fuck Jason! She thought. He ain't the first fucking person to abandon me in this goddamn city! The sooner I get out of this fucking place, the better!
She felt sick seeing those two going at it again, like acid was leaking out of her stomach...and slowly dissolving her. She skated away quicker, but a small tear fell from her cheek. She needed to go home and medicate.
Meanwhile, Harley scurried behind her camera buddy. Once they got to Natalia's locker, she leaned against the wall letting out a sigh of relief, "Phew! Well this sure has been somethin', I'll tell ya. That girl Maddy sure likes stirrin up the hornet's nest. Gonna get her ass kicked one day, and probably by that skater girl." She paused for a moment to catch her breath. "I gotta say, Nat, I ain't likin' her one bit." And for good reason.
@Luna Amore
Well... to be fair she did piss off a southern belle with a mouth on her and her boyfriend owes a drug dealing punk with anger issues, so.... yeah!
Well... to be fair she did piss off a southern belle with a mouth on her and her boyfriend owes a drug dealing punk with anger issues, so.... yeah!
@Luna Amore
"Ditto." Harley couldn't agree any quicker. This situation was getting pretty weird to her, but it was something she kind of expected in a bigger school. Damn Harley. Talk about some high school drama straight outta some bad movie. Drug dealers, students tryin' to get with teachers... maybe I need to go back to my dorm and chill. This day is just gettin' crazier.
"You lead the way, girl. I'll keep an eye on them bad hombres." She spoke quiet as a mouse to her friend, eyeing the skater girl and the pink temptress nervously as she scooted away.
Helena looked like she was buying into Jason's sweet talking, but that devilish grin said otherwise. "Aww how sweet~." She scoffed shoving Jason's arm away. "Thanks for reminding me that Big Jason on Campus has got the smallest fucking package. Oh and you know me. Buisness before friends, Jase. Now ante up, bitch!" Her expression went cold.
She practically snatched the twenty out of Madison's hand as quick as she could, still giving both a contemptuous scowl. "Yeah, you're still three thirty short, ya know? I said three fifty, jackass, but I'll tell you what. Since you caught me at my good graces, I'll give you till after school today to get me the rest, but you better fucking have it."
And with that, she shoved the twenty in her pocket and hopped on her board skating away. All the while, she continued down the hall in thought.
Fucker better pay me... That's one more dollar I need...to get the fuck out of this city...
"Ditto." Harley couldn't agree any quicker. This situation was getting pretty weird to her, but it was something she kind of expected in a bigger school. Damn Harley. Talk about some high school drama straight outta some bad movie. Drug dealers, students tryin' to get with teachers... maybe I need to go back to my dorm and chill. This day is just gettin' crazier.
"You lead the way, girl. I'll keep an eye on them bad hombres." She spoke quiet as a mouse to her friend, eyeing the skater girl and the pink temptress nervously as she scooted away.
Helena looked like she was buying into Jason's sweet talking, but that devilish grin said otherwise. "Aww how sweet~." She scoffed shoving Jason's arm away. "Thanks for reminding me that Big Jason on Campus has got the smallest fucking package. Oh and you know me. Buisness before friends, Jase. Now ante up, bitch!" Her expression went cold.
She practically snatched the twenty out of Madison's hand as quick as she could, still giving both a contemptuous scowl. "Yeah, you're still three thirty short, ya know? I said three fifty, jackass, but I'll tell you what. Since you caught me at my good graces, I'll give you till after school today to get me the rest, but you better fucking have it."
And with that, she shoved the twenty in her pocket and hopped on her board skating away. All the while, she continued down the hall in thought.
Fucker better pay me... That's one more dollar I need...to get the fuck out of this city...
@Luna Amore
XD Small town girl in a big city, right! Thanks! ^_^ Looks like Madison's making alot more enemies now, plus I love Nat! She's so cute!
XD Small town girl in a big city, right! Thanks! ^_^ Looks like Madison's making alot more enemies now, plus I love Nat! She's so cute!
@Luna Amore@Olira
Mei looked down at the girl, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she stood from the bar giving a light stretch, "Honey, you're not a prisoner here, remember? You don't have to ask. I was going to send you or the others to fetch Nero anyways, seeing how it's already late and I need to get this meeting underway. Would you be a dear, Celeste, and grab him for me?" Of course, Mei could care less about the meeting. In all honesty, it was just gonna be another eulogy delivered on behalf of another fallen brother. What she wanted to know is what Nero was up to, but rather than go herself and....
Actually, maybe she should... She was getting tired of walking on eggshells around him, ever since.... well, more than vampires had been lost to this pitiful war.
"On second thought, I'll come with you." She said in short. "It's getting kinda stuffy in here, plus I need to talk to Nero. He's been...very ancy lately, and I want to know why."
@Olira
Perhaps there was more to Hilda than did meet the eyes of the vampires. Perhaps something had been foreseen by her that Nero nor Marcus, not even Mei could see coming.
The sound was but a distant rumble, but ever slowly it grew. Louder and louder it grew in decibel, the faint chopping of air, like the beating hooves of a thousand horses charging across the plains.
Nero froze and looked to the sky. They were far...but coming fast upon them. He set the gun down and looked at Mark still flirting with Hilda, the grim look in his eyes betraying his innermost fear.
"Yo Mark, you made sure you weren't tailed right?"
"Yeah dawg. Why?" Marcus answered, a wrinkling of his forehead. He too heard the sound. "Shit!" Immediately he jumped up, racing to grab the shotgun in the front seat of his hummer. "Bet those soldiers put some kinda tracking shit in the crates!"
"And you led those fuckers right to us!" Nero growled cocking the bolt on a rifle. "Hey blondie!" Quickly he hollered over at Hilda. The sound...it was deafening now. "You help us ice these fuckers, maybe I'll consider your deal!"
They dove behind the cars...waiting for the onslaught to begin.
Hunter Two-One, this is Two-One Actual. Package has been located, break.
Moving to recover stolen shipment, over.
Copy Two-One Actual. Thermal is showing twenty plus bad guys, break. Looks like we got a pow-wow down there. Stay frosty, over.
Copy, Hunter Two-One, over.
All Hunters, this is Overlord. Be advised, all targets in the area are to be considered hostile. Terminate with extreme prejudice, repeat, terminate with extreme prejudice. Overlord out.
Mei looked down at the girl, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she stood from the bar giving a light stretch, "Honey, you're not a prisoner here, remember? You don't have to ask. I was going to send you or the others to fetch Nero anyways, seeing how it's already late and I need to get this meeting underway. Would you be a dear, Celeste, and grab him for me?" Of course, Mei could care less about the meeting. In all honesty, it was just gonna be another eulogy delivered on behalf of another fallen brother. What she wanted to know is what Nero was up to, but rather than go herself and....
Actually, maybe she should... She was getting tired of walking on eggshells around him, ever since.... well, more than vampires had been lost to this pitiful war.
"On second thought, I'll come with you." She said in short. "It's getting kinda stuffy in here, plus I need to talk to Nero. He's been...very ancy lately, and I want to know why."
@Olira
Perhaps there was more to Hilda than did meet the eyes of the vampires. Perhaps something had been foreseen by her that Nero nor Marcus, not even Mei could see coming.
The sound was but a distant rumble, but ever slowly it grew. Louder and louder it grew in decibel, the faint chopping of air, like the beating hooves of a thousand horses charging across the plains.
Nero froze and looked to the sky. They were far...but coming fast upon them. He set the gun down and looked at Mark still flirting with Hilda, the grim look in his eyes betraying his innermost fear.
"Yo Mark, you made sure you weren't tailed right?"
"Yeah dawg. Why?" Marcus answered, a wrinkling of his forehead. He too heard the sound. "Shit!" Immediately he jumped up, racing to grab the shotgun in the front seat of his hummer. "Bet those soldiers put some kinda tracking shit in the crates!"
"And you led those fuckers right to us!" Nero growled cocking the bolt on a rifle. "Hey blondie!" Quickly he hollered over at Hilda. The sound...it was deafening now. "You help us ice these fuckers, maybe I'll consider your deal!"
They dove behind the cars...waiting for the onslaught to begin.
Hunter Two-One, this is Two-One Actual. Package has been located, break.
Moving to recover stolen shipment, over.
Copy Two-One Actual. Thermal is showing twenty plus bad guys, break. Looks like we got a pow-wow down there. Stay frosty, over.
Copy, Hunter Two-One, over.
All Hunters, this is Overlord. Be advised, all targets in the area are to be considered hostile. Terminate with extreme prejudice, repeat, terminate with extreme prejudice. Overlord out.
@Luna Amore
The cowgirl went nearly a hundred shades of red seeing what she saw in the hallway. Maybe it was just the fact she was raised in a strict, southern home that she had a little more courtesy as a young lady, or...maybe it was also the fact despite having quite a few friends back in Texas, she never really had that kind of a serious relationship. Nevertheless, she ducked her head behind her cowboy hat, muttering with a sour look to Nat, "Dad gum!
That girl ain't got no shame at all! If that was me suckin' face in public, my mama would tan my hide!"
She was thankful that skater chick however came along and broke it up. Things looked like they were about to get Rated M for Mature.
Helena held her skateboard under her arm, giving both Jason and Madison a dirty look. In particular, her famous "I'm gonna kick your ass" look was aimed right at Jason. She scoffed at Madison, "Whatever succubus. Just here to tell your boytoy he owes me the the tree fiddy for his happy pills, and if I don't get it by today, I'm breaking both his fucking kneecaps. We chill?" She waited with an expectant look.
Harley's brow furrowed watching the scene. This new girl, she sounded rough as a cob. "Damn, I wouldn't wanna mess with her, I reckon. Looks like she probably collects her victims' skulls in her bedroom."
The cowgirl went nearly a hundred shades of red seeing what she saw in the hallway. Maybe it was just the fact she was raised in a strict, southern home that she had a little more courtesy as a young lady, or...maybe it was also the fact despite having quite a few friends back in Texas, she never really had that kind of a serious relationship. Nevertheless, she ducked her head behind her cowboy hat, muttering with a sour look to Nat, "Dad gum!
That girl ain't got no shame at all! If that was me suckin' face in public, my mama would tan my hide!"
She was thankful that skater chick however came along and broke it up. Things looked like they were about to get Rated M for Mature.
Helena held her skateboard under her arm, giving both Jason and Madison a dirty look. In particular, her famous "I'm gonna kick your ass" look was aimed right at Jason. She scoffed at Madison, "Whatever succubus. Just here to tell your boytoy he owes me the the tree fiddy for his happy pills, and if I don't get it by today, I'm breaking both his fucking kneecaps. We chill?" She waited with an expectant look.
Harley's brow furrowed watching the scene. This new girl, she sounded rough as a cob. "Damn, I wouldn't wanna mess with her, I reckon. Looks like she probably collects her victims' skulls in her bedroom."
@Luna Amore
"Heh! I reckon I could, amiga!" Harley replied with a teasing grin, wrapping her arm around Natalia's and following her out the door.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=df3WTnlMQXg
Meanwhile, a pissed off, redheaded punk looking girl skated...yes...skated down the hall on her skateboard, earbuds in her ears blasting loudly and a grungy white T-shirt under a leathet jacket that said in bold black, 'I DON'T LIKE MONDAYS' Her clothes smelled like alcohol and stale cigarettes and the look on her face said if you fucked with her, she would knock your teeth down your throat.
Helena Sheppard arrived late to school yet again thanks to another hangover, but last night's gig at the House of Pain was so badass, a hangover was worth it. She continued skating along, not caring one bit if she knocked anyone over, especially one cunt in particular, but she had to refrain from doing so.
Popping her board up into her hand, she scowled at the pink haired bitch, then laughed singing a well known taunt, "Maddy and Jasey sitting in a tree! F-u-c-k-i-n-g! Please, you two need to get a fucking room if you're gonna do that shit!"
"Heh! I reckon I could, amiga!" Harley replied with a teasing grin, wrapping her arm around Natalia's and following her out the door.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=df3WTnlMQXg
Meanwhile, a pissed off, redheaded punk looking girl skated...yes...skated down the hall on her skateboard, earbuds in her ears blasting loudly and a grungy white T-shirt under a leathet jacket that said in bold black, 'I DON'T LIKE MONDAYS' Her clothes smelled like alcohol and stale cigarettes and the look on her face said if you fucked with her, she would knock your teeth down your throat.
Helena Sheppard arrived late to school yet again thanks to another hangover, but last night's gig at the House of Pain was so badass, a hangover was worth it. She continued skating along, not caring one bit if she knocked anyone over, especially one cunt in particular, but she had to refrain from doing so.
Popping her board up into her hand, she scowled at the pink haired bitch, then laughed singing a well known taunt, "Maddy and Jasey sitting in a tree! F-u-c-k-i-n-g! Please, you two need to get a fucking room if you're gonna do that shit!"
@Olira
Damn, Nero thought, this broad was something else. He kept quiet for the time being, merely taking a few drags off his cig here and there and flicking ashes. He was considering his options at this point, but to him, they were more or less limited.
In the old days, the Erzebet Coven was one of the most powerful, the most ruthless of vampire covens to rule the city. They may not have been purebloods like the Malkavians, but they held everyone and everything in the palm of their hands. They had cops, public officials, drug cartel bosses, even the damn mayor in their back pocket. Nothing happened in the city without their sayso, and nobody dared to lift a finger against them.
But when their war with the Malkavians started, and a vast majority of their brethren were butchered.... that's when the golden days ended for them.
Nero, he longed for those days again...and would do anything to make it happen.
But before he could speak, there was a blinding flash of light permeating the thick, dark mist of the piney forest. A souped up 4x4 humvee pulled into view, blasting a heavy dose of old school hip hop.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=FxHWPSchkiA
Nero grinned as the large, muscular black male with dreads climbed out, and he hopped up, giving the man what was pretty much a bro-hug.
"Big Mark! Now we can get the party started!"
"Nero, my man!" Marcus let ou a hearty laugh. "What up, G? Heard some shit went down at the party tonight! Fuckin' Hunters tried to ice you and the boss! You alright?"
"Fuck, I've been through worse." Nero snickered. "So d'you get the shit I called you about?"
Marcus nodded, "Yeah man, but I gotta ask dude, Mei know about this?" He looked at Nero worried.
Nero shook his head, "Best she don't. She'll flip her shit if she finds out we got all this."
They were about to walk to the back of Mark's hummer, till Mark noticed a particulary attractive looking blonde lounging across Anton's car, or in Mark's way of saying, a fine ass bitch!
"Daaaamn Nero! Where'd you find this hot piece o' ass?"
Nero grimaced with a laugh, opening up the back door of the hummer,
"Trust me, Mark. That bitch ain't mine." It looked like Big Mark delivered, as always. In the back were four metal crates, marked with military insignia. Nero cracked one open, throwing back the lid. The sight...it brought a smile to his face unlike anything.
Hunter-grade assault rifles, complete with UV ammunition. Just what Nero needed, and there was enough to arm a militia. He smirked checking one of them out. Now those fucking Malkavians are gonna get theirs...tonight.
Meanwhile, Marcus swaggered up to the blonde, a flirtatious grin he was giving as he let out a catcall of a whistle. "Mmm mmm~! Damn, you one fine lookin' girl, baby! What your name?"
@Luna Amore
Mei took another sip of her drink and set it aside for now. It was time to begin their little meeting since she was aware by now Mark would have arrived. She couldn't help but feel something was...amiss however. Nero hadn't returned from his impromptu smoke break for quite a while. She was beginning to think he had run off somewhere, perhaps on some errands she would not approve of. She looked at the time on her phone beside her on the bar. 2:35 AM.
"Ugh... Where is that bastard?" She mused with a sigh.
Damn, Nero thought, this broad was something else. He kept quiet for the time being, merely taking a few drags off his cig here and there and flicking ashes. He was considering his options at this point, but to him, they were more or less limited.
In the old days, the Erzebet Coven was one of the most powerful, the most ruthless of vampire covens to rule the city. They may not have been purebloods like the Malkavians, but they held everyone and everything in the palm of their hands. They had cops, public officials, drug cartel bosses, even the damn mayor in their back pocket. Nothing happened in the city without their sayso, and nobody dared to lift a finger against them.
But when their war with the Malkavians started, and a vast majority of their brethren were butchered.... that's when the golden days ended for them.
Nero, he longed for those days again...and would do anything to make it happen.
But before he could speak, there was a blinding flash of light permeating the thick, dark mist of the piney forest. A souped up 4x4 humvee pulled into view, blasting a heavy dose of old school hip hop.
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Nero grinned as the large, muscular black male with dreads climbed out, and he hopped up, giving the man what was pretty much a bro-hug.
"Big Mark! Now we can get the party started!"
"Nero, my man!" Marcus let ou a hearty laugh. "What up, G? Heard some shit went down at the party tonight! Fuckin' Hunters tried to ice you and the boss! You alright?"
"Fuck, I've been through worse." Nero snickered. "So d'you get the shit I called you about?"
Marcus nodded, "Yeah man, but I gotta ask dude, Mei know about this?" He looked at Nero worried.
Nero shook his head, "Best she don't. She'll flip her shit if she finds out we got all this."
They were about to walk to the back of Mark's hummer, till Mark noticed a particulary attractive looking blonde lounging across Anton's car, or in Mark's way of saying, a fine ass bitch!
"Daaaamn Nero! Where'd you find this hot piece o' ass?"
Nero grimaced with a laugh, opening up the back door of the hummer,
"Trust me, Mark. That bitch ain't mine." It looked like Big Mark delivered, as always. In the back were four metal crates, marked with military insignia. Nero cracked one open, throwing back the lid. The sight...it brought a smile to his face unlike anything.
Hunter-grade assault rifles, complete with UV ammunition. Just what Nero needed, and there was enough to arm a militia. He smirked checking one of them out. Now those fucking Malkavians are gonna get theirs...tonight.
Meanwhile, Marcus swaggered up to the blonde, a flirtatious grin he was giving as he let out a catcall of a whistle. "Mmm mmm~! Damn, you one fine lookin' girl, baby! What your name?"
@Luna Amore
Mei took another sip of her drink and set it aside for now. It was time to begin their little meeting since she was aware by now Mark would have arrived. She couldn't help but feel something was...amiss however. Nero hadn't returned from his impromptu smoke break for quite a while. She was beginning to think he had run off somewhere, perhaps on some errands she would not approve of. She looked at the time on her phone beside her on the bar. 2:35 AM.
"Ugh... Where is that bastard?" She mused with a sigh.
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