@Blueflame Uh..... Say Blue saw the robber?
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STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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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.
4 yrs ago
[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
m.youtube.com/watch?v=-LKbYhEwUoE
Finally, the bell rang. Just a few more minutes and Harley could get out of this classroom. Closing her notebook and her textbook, she sat quietly with a slightly glum expression hanging on her face, waiting for Miss Maeda to dismiss the class. Meanwhile, she couldn't fight it as much as she tried. The pain of knowing her brother's life was hanging in the balance, it ravaged her inside. She tried not to let it show, tried not to let it bother her or the blonde beside her. She felt bad for being disappointed at her friend, and for an incredibly petty reason too.
"Oh, hello there." Mr. Felton was a little taken back by the woman's sudden appearance, yet he put on a sincere smile. This must have been the person Amelia had mentioned earlier. Letting Sam down carefully, he approached the woman and presented his hand, "I'm Louis Felton, the photography teacher. You must be here for Samuel. I heard his parents were out of the country and I was just about to contact them after we brought Sam back to the infirmary."
At that moment, Felton noticed behind the woman a red haired student trudging through the hallway...pale as a ghost and with a troubled look. Helena was her name, a bright student she was in his class, but she never attended much, if any. "Ah, Miss Helena!" Hs tried to flag her down. "I'm glad you decided to join us for once. I haven't seen you in class lately. Is everything okay?"
Helena looked at the teacher then to the kid Amelia was attempting to hold up. Jeez, kid looked like he was smoked. "Yeah. Everything's cool, Lou. Just uh...dealing with some issues." Helena's voice was quiet and kind of shaky.
Mr. Felton frowned. "Well, Helena, I would love for you to talk to me about these um...issues, but right now might not be the best time. Do you mind helping Amelia carry Samuel to the infirmary?"
Helena thought about it for a moment then shrugged, slipping her arm under Sam's and helping him stand. Sure Mr. Felton. I think I'll just carry Patient Zero to the infirmary instead. Oh no, I wasn't threatened at all by my junkie boss!
m.youtube.com/watch?v=-LKbYhEwUoE
Finally, the bell rang. Just a few more minutes and Harley could get out of this classroom. Closing her notebook and her textbook, she sat quietly with a slightly glum expression hanging on her face, waiting for Miss Maeda to dismiss the class. Meanwhile, she couldn't fight it as much as she tried. The pain of knowing her brother's life was hanging in the balance, it ravaged her inside. She tried not to let it show, tried not to let it bother her or the blonde beside her. She felt bad for being disappointed at her friend, and for an incredibly petty reason too.
"Oh, hello there." Mr. Felton was a little taken back by the woman's sudden appearance, yet he put on a sincere smile. This must have been the person Amelia had mentioned earlier. Letting Sam down carefully, he approached the woman and presented his hand, "I'm Louis Felton, the photography teacher. You must be here for Samuel. I heard his parents were out of the country and I was just about to contact them after we brought Sam back to the infirmary."
At that moment, Felton noticed behind the woman a red haired student trudging through the hallway...pale as a ghost and with a troubled look. Helena was her name, a bright student she was in his class, but she never attended much, if any. "Ah, Miss Helena!" Hs tried to flag her down. "I'm glad you decided to join us for once. I haven't seen you in class lately. Is everything okay?"
Helena looked at the teacher then to the kid Amelia was attempting to hold up. Jeez, kid looked like he was smoked. "Yeah. Everything's cool, Lou. Just uh...dealing with some issues." Helena's voice was quiet and kind of shaky.
Mr. Felton frowned. "Well, Helena, I would love for you to talk to me about these um...issues, but right now might not be the best time. Do you mind helping Amelia carry Samuel to the infirmary?"
Helena thought about it for a moment then shrugged, slipping her arm under Sam's and helping him stand. Sure Mr. Felton. I think I'll just carry Patient Zero to the infirmary instead. Oh no, I wasn't threatened at all by my junkie boss!
"And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world.
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
Lost in the shadow of the black wings unfurled..."
What if a Dragonborn never appeared? What if Alduin did succeed in turning Skyrim, nay, all of Tamriel into a scorched and blackened wasteland?
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
How would you survive, the last of the children of Nirn? Would you swear fealty to your new draconic deities, and become part of the tyrannical dragon cult?
Would you stand against the dragons in the name of the Nine Divines? Or...would you simply take no side and let the world crumble beneath your feet?
Welcome to a new Tamriel, a Tamriel without her illustrious Empire, without her Gods to save her. The Dragons are the new lords of Mundus and the Daedra roam free, sowing the seeds of discord wherever they wish. In this world gone awry, you have but one choice to make. Live, or die? Will you succeed...or will you fail?"
Long story short, the Dovahkiin never appeared, Alduin and his brethren burned everything and the world fell apart. Now you have to survive in a world ruled by dragons or die like a bitch horribly. The RP is set mainly in Skyrim, but could branch out to the other continents of Tamriel and possibly even past Tamriel (at GM's discretion). For now, I only have two factions in mind, The Dragon Cult and the Order of the Nine. The Order of the Nine is a resistance group in Skyrim that formed after the Dragon Apocalypse of the Fourth Era. The Dragon Cult are twisted worshippers of the Dragons who sacrifice mortals to them and punish "heretics" Inquisition style.
Other factions may appear such as maybe the Companions, Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild, etc., but the role they play may or may not be insignificant.
Anywho, that's all I got. Any takers? I'll give you a sweetroll! :D
@Blueflame You has my approval
Looked like it was going to be another lazy afternoon here in the city, Rebecca thought as she and a rookie cop by the name of Michael Winterbourne sat in her cruiser parked in an adjacent alleyway facing toward city park. While she gnoshed on a doublemeat cheeseburger and sucked down a chocolate shake rather hungrily, she listened to the idle chatter coming over the scanner. Sounded as though there was nothing to be in a hurry about. Mostly just routine traffic stops and all.
Finishing what was left of his fries, her partner Thorton leaned back in his seat, giving a yawn and a lengthy stretch.
"Too tame for you, rookie?" Red asked swallowing down her last bite. She crumpled up her burger wrapper and threw it out the window.
"Hell, Baghdad was more lively than this." The man replied with a chuckle.
Red rose an eyebrow. "Military man, huh? What branch?" She asked.
Michael smiled, "Marines. Served about oh....four years in Iraq. Went right into academy after I got discharged. You serve too?"
Red nodded, "Army for me. Eighth Platoon, Bravo Company. Afghanistan. Would've made Delta if I didn't take a damn bullet to the leg, but being a cop ain't so bad. At least I get to be on SWAT."
"Yeah, door kicking and drug busting!" Michael laughed. "That's the life right there. Only problem is you don't get much action like that in this city, maybe the occasional theft, but that's about it. You ask me, it's way too damn peaceful here."
"Yep." Red had to admit. She frowned slightly, "Gotta agree with you there, rookie. Seems like instead of busting crooks all the time, we're just filling out paperwork for the chief. Sure does get boring after a while." She sighed.
Suddenly, as if to answer their pleas, the radio cracked with static before the dispatcher announced,
172 David, we have a robbery in progress on 573 Sycamore Street. Suspect was last seen on foot carrying a large, brown leather purse heading east. How copy, over?"
Red could not grab the mic any quicker, squelching it and giving a curt reply, "10-4, Dispatch! We're on our way, over and out!" She started the cruiser and flipped on the lights and sirens, hastily buckling her seatbelt with a wide grin. "'Bout damn time! Hang on, rookie!" The cruiser tore out of the alleyway soon after, tires screeching and sirens blaring.
Finishing what was left of his fries, her partner Thorton leaned back in his seat, giving a yawn and a lengthy stretch.
"Too tame for you, rookie?" Red asked swallowing down her last bite. She crumpled up her burger wrapper and threw it out the window.
"Hell, Baghdad was more lively than this." The man replied with a chuckle.
Red rose an eyebrow. "Military man, huh? What branch?" She asked.
Michael smiled, "Marines. Served about oh....four years in Iraq. Went right into academy after I got discharged. You serve too?"
Red nodded, "Army for me. Eighth Platoon, Bravo Company. Afghanistan. Would've made Delta if I didn't take a damn bullet to the leg, but being a cop ain't so bad. At least I get to be on SWAT."
"Yeah, door kicking and drug busting!" Michael laughed. "That's the life right there. Only problem is you don't get much action like that in this city, maybe the occasional theft, but that's about it. You ask me, it's way too damn peaceful here."
"Yep." Red had to admit. She frowned slightly, "Gotta agree with you there, rookie. Seems like instead of busting crooks all the time, we're just filling out paperwork for the chief. Sure does get boring after a while." She sighed.
Suddenly, as if to answer their pleas, the radio cracked with static before the dispatcher announced,
172 David, we have a robbery in progress on 573 Sycamore Street. Suspect was last seen on foot carrying a large, brown leather purse heading east. How copy, over?"
Red could not grab the mic any quicker, squelching it and giving a curt reply, "10-4, Dispatch! We're on our way, over and out!" She started the cruiser and flipped on the lights and sirens, hastily buckling her seatbelt with a wide grin. "'Bout damn time! Hang on, rookie!" The cruiser tore out of the alleyway soon after, tires screeching and sirens blaring.
TouchéThat moment I realized every character is younger than mine. @_@;
@Luna Amore
"Well I mean I wasn't expectin' an apology." Harley replied under her breath, merely keeping her eyes on her book so as not to draw any more attention to herself. "But...well...you did kinda scar my backside a little. It's alright though, Nat. You were just being honest.
I ain't gonna get mad over petty shit like that. Oh and uh... Sorry if I'm bein' a bit moody right now. I'll uh...I'll tell you after class." There was a slight hesitation to her voice, as though she wasn't willing to tell Nat anything, but if she didn't, it was just going to bug her all day.
Looking down at her book and reading along, she sighed to herself, a dull frown etched across her lips. Something was definitely bothering her and she knew it.
Aww c'mon! First I get the call about Jack and now I think I done pissed off my camera buddy! This day cannot get any worse, can it?
Mr. Felton looked worried. "Maybe we should take him back to the nurse and let him rest. I'll call his parents again and see if they're coming to pick him up."
As soon as she skated into the parking lot, she noticed first off his crappy car. Darren was leaning against the driver side door smoking a cigarette, as always that crazy, pissed off look on his grizzled, sunken face. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath, rough, almost leathery skin pocked with several gross looking sores, some covered on his arms by sleeves of tattoos, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they haven't been washed in years. Helena knew he was already hitting the hard shit again, the bad shit.
Slowly, and cautiously she approached, hoping the bastard wouldn't notice her, but too late as he flicked his cig away and turned to face her.
"Well if it ain't Pipi Fucking Longstockings! What the hell took you so long?" His voice was harsh and raspy as he hacked a cough and spat out a glob of bile. That alone almost made Helena puke, coupled with his ratlike eyes glaring at her.
Grimacing, she returned quietly, "I was on my way when you texted me, man. Cut me some slack!"
"Tch! Whatever... Just give me my fucking money." Darren scoffed then held out his hand with an expectant look.
Helena, at first she hesitated, slowly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills, unwilling to just set them in Darren's greasy palm.
Great... How the fuck am I gonna get out of this city when this dickhead is bleeding me dry?
"Today bitch!" Darren snarled.
"W-wait!" Helena drew her hand back. "What about my cut? You said I could keep at least half of what I got paid."
Darren's eyes narrowed at her like two sharp slits, like the eyes of a viper coiling back to strike. He spat at her, "Cut schmut, slut! Now gimme that fucking money, NOW!" Forcefully he wrenched the money out of Helena's hand.
Helena stumbled backwards, yelling, "Okay! Fine! Take it you fucking asshole!" She glared at him and turned to walk away, but as she did, she paused momentarily.
Darren laughed, rather menacingly as he sauntered up to her from behind. Carefully, Helena turned around, her face ripe with worry.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You. Stupid. Bitch." Darren snickered holding up the five hundred dollars Helena owed him. "This it? This is all you got?" She didn't like that look in his eyes.
Backing up slowly, she stammered a nervous response, "W-whoa! Wait a minute, Darren! You said I owed you five hundred! There it is"
"WRONG BITCH!" Suddenly Darren grabbed her, slamming her against the side of his car. Helena heard a click...and there it was sticking in her face...mere inches from her eye.
With one hand, Darren held her by her scrawny neck, his other holding the knife too damn close to her as he barked, seething with rage, "Interest! It grows over time! You owed me five hundo eight weeks ago! Now you owe me a grand! So where's the rest bitch?! Huh?!
You holding out on me?!"
"A grand?! That's bullshit!" Helena managed to spat despite her windpipe being crushed. "I...I only owed you five!"
"You've got till fucking Thursday, bitch! THURSDAY to get my other five, or I'll gut you like a fucking deer! You feel me?!"
Finally he let her go. Helena fell to her knees on the pavement, gasping for air. She looked up Darren with eyes burning as he slipped his knofe and the cash, all the money she had, into his pocket and got in his car and drove away kicking up a cloud of smog that stung her face.
Fuck...this...place! She thought...
"Well I mean I wasn't expectin' an apology." Harley replied under her breath, merely keeping her eyes on her book so as not to draw any more attention to herself. "But...well...you did kinda scar my backside a little. It's alright though, Nat. You were just being honest.
I ain't gonna get mad over petty shit like that. Oh and uh... Sorry if I'm bein' a bit moody right now. I'll uh...I'll tell you after class." There was a slight hesitation to her voice, as though she wasn't willing to tell Nat anything, but if she didn't, it was just going to bug her all day.
Looking down at her book and reading along, she sighed to herself, a dull frown etched across her lips. Something was definitely bothering her and she knew it.
Aww c'mon! First I get the call about Jack and now I think I done pissed off my camera buddy! This day cannot get any worse, can it?
Mr. Felton looked worried. "Maybe we should take him back to the nurse and let him rest. I'll call his parents again and see if they're coming to pick him up."
As soon as she skated into the parking lot, she noticed first off his crappy car. Darren was leaning against the driver side door smoking a cigarette, as always that crazy, pissed off look on his grizzled, sunken face. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath, rough, almost leathery skin pocked with several gross looking sores, some covered on his arms by sleeves of tattoos, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they haven't been washed in years. Helena knew he was already hitting the hard shit again, the bad shit.
Slowly, and cautiously she approached, hoping the bastard wouldn't notice her, but too late as he flicked his cig away and turned to face her.
"Well if it ain't Pipi Fucking Longstockings! What the hell took you so long?" His voice was harsh and raspy as he hacked a cough and spat out a glob of bile. That alone almost made Helena puke, coupled with his ratlike eyes glaring at her.
Grimacing, she returned quietly, "I was on my way when you texted me, man. Cut me some slack!"
"Tch! Whatever... Just give me my fucking money." Darren scoffed then held out his hand with an expectant look.
Helena, at first she hesitated, slowly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills, unwilling to just set them in Darren's greasy palm.
Great... How the fuck am I gonna get out of this city when this dickhead is bleeding me dry?
"Today bitch!" Darren snarled.
"W-wait!" Helena drew her hand back. "What about my cut? You said I could keep at least half of what I got paid."
Darren's eyes narrowed at her like two sharp slits, like the eyes of a viper coiling back to strike. He spat at her, "Cut schmut, slut! Now gimme that fucking money, NOW!" Forcefully he wrenched the money out of Helena's hand.
Helena stumbled backwards, yelling, "Okay! Fine! Take it you fucking asshole!" She glared at him and turned to walk away, but as she did, she paused momentarily.
Darren laughed, rather menacingly as he sauntered up to her from behind. Carefully, Helena turned around, her face ripe with worry.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You. Stupid. Bitch." Darren snickered holding up the five hundred dollars Helena owed him. "This it? This is all you got?" She didn't like that look in his eyes.
Backing up slowly, she stammered a nervous response, "W-whoa! Wait a minute, Darren! You said I owed you five hundred! There it is"
"WRONG BITCH!" Suddenly Darren grabbed her, slamming her against the side of his car. Helena heard a click...and there it was sticking in her face...mere inches from her eye.
With one hand, Darren held her by her scrawny neck, his other holding the knife too damn close to her as he barked, seething with rage, "Interest! It grows over time! You owed me five hundo eight weeks ago! Now you owe me a grand! So where's the rest bitch?! Huh?!
You holding out on me?!"
"A grand?! That's bullshit!" Helena managed to spat despite her windpipe being crushed. "I...I only owed you five!"
"You've got till fucking Thursday, bitch! THURSDAY to get my other five, or I'll gut you like a fucking deer! You feel me?!"
Finally he let her go. Helena fell to her knees on the pavement, gasping for air. She looked up Darren with eyes burning as he slipped his knofe and the cash, all the money she had, into his pocket and got in his car and drove away kicking up a cloud of smog that stung her face.
Fuck...this...place! She thought...
I may have overdid it on their characters methinks. ^^;
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