Cuz people got me, got me questionin' where is the love.
7 yrs ago
Hmmmm... name change time?
7 yrs ago
Here to drop dem bombas bitches yeeeee!!
Bio
Heya peeps!!
This here is your Girlie :] (in light of current violence in our world its about time for me to change my username. So just call me Girlie now.) And to be honest, bottomline: I'm just a chick who likes to pretend to be something she's not. ;P And! I try to be polite too okay! So let me know if i'm being just one rude bitch right!!
But if it must be known then I try to delve very deep into the nuances of the make-believe presented to me. And I'm pretty aggressive with plot-lines; I like to lead how things go. But I am pretty open to working with plots with others as long as my chara has already been accepted ;PP
I love off-the-beaten-path fantasy, but I love any kind of fantasy overall. But... okay so like yeeeeahhh... weakness? I'm a sucker for modern 'urban fantasy' for sure... ;DD My charas are pretty much 'broken goods' in terms of mental states and they are always gay; they will hump your girlie charas when we fade to black (I don't do the redband porno posts tho cuz eww ;PP).
I'm trying to branch out and do sci-fi and modern combat so please do be patient with my noobness ;PP But I'm loving my time here at the 'Guild so yeeeeeaaah!
Interested and already have a character idea, too late for me to trynout a cs?
Heyaaaaa! Welcome! Like I'm not GM buy if you found your way here then Imma say its not too late to drop of an appie! So do it! But like post it here first for GM Mokley to see it first! 😃
The tall brunette pulled the dark hoodie over her head and tugged at the dark bandanna round her neck. Around her right light caramel coloured hand, she had a fishbone chained necklace clutched tight. The pendant, old and dulled like love that lost its lustre, swung away freely. Dusky full lips caught the pendant with a soft and lingering kiss. Her left hand reached at her baggy, yet shapely butt hugging, capri cut slacks and straightened them out. And of course she snugged up the 9mm killing iron tucked at the waistband.
Today was going to be a good day. It just had to be.
It was moving day. And that meant someone may have to die.
“Today is gunna’ be a good day. Gunna see ya soon, baby bro...”
The pendant necklace she would slip around her neck once more and hope that it kept her on the right path back to him. But then of course fate had to step in. Oblivious to the twist of fate, dark eyes watched as the woman in the parking lot had started her car but had left the bagged leftover container and take out coffee cup up top on the sedan’s rooftop.
It was perfect. All she had to do was pick up her bags, hustle on over to the grey sedan, call out to the lady, point to the rooftop and help the kind lady out. The tall brunette would do a favour for a good citizen; she would help unburden the good citizen from their vehicle. Whether by speed, trickery or force she would have that car. And she would be one step closer to being back home. It did not matter how many cars she took or what path she took, even if it meant putting a bullet in a kind, good citizen’s head, she would make it back to him.
But as had been stated before; of course fate had to step in.
Just before she picked up her bags, one worth 90,000 USD and the other worth 135,600 USD, a sharp cry from a woman shot out from the small window to the building that she had been leaning against. She had been timing her actions, waiting for the two cars to pass and block her from sight as she moved in on her mark. The sharp cry for help, gave her a mild start, but it was enough to draw her attention away from attempting her ‘one less car’ routine.
If she only knew. If she only knew…
With the chaos going inside the diner and the ensuing cavalcade of even more chaos caused by the spectacle in Duskwick, she would take the car and make it nearly back to her home town with a full tank of gas. With the ‘proof’ of the ‘happenings’ in this peculiar, cozy town coming to fruition, the perfect distraction would be taking place, allowing her to slip past any wary eye, whether plain citizen or that of the dreaded law-enforcement. The woman with the current alias of ‘Cherelle Alicia Tanner’ would get away and be less than 2 hours away from where her heart’s desire lay. After all these years, ‘Cheri’ would make it right.
If she only knew...
But she did not. She did not know that if she just let things be and kept them filed away as ‘not my damned business,’ she would soon be merely 2 hours away from vindication and utter relief. But she reacted against better judgement and fell into step with this twist of fate.
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The cries for help sounded real enough, and just like curiosity would a cat, Cheri just had to check it out.
The window opened up wide enough for her to poke her head in. Dark thin eyebrows popped up once with much surprise then suddenly arched downward in a full on bitch scowl. “The actual fu—c’mon man!! ‘The hell is this…?! Is this some kinda’ joke?!”
It had to be a joke. The setup was elaborate, lavish, and, all things considered, well done. There were vines every where and they crept and crawled and looked real enough. There was a lady, undoubtedly an actor, that was hopping up and down on a toilet. Then there was a gigantic striped cat with equally gigantic paws. Nice setup, but Cheri was not falling for it. She had better things to do, so she would just leave them with a piece of her mind.
“’The hell is wrong wit you people?!?!” she growled while pointing a very accusing finger into the opening, “All dis shit goin’ down and you try and pull this prankster BS?! Man, y’all just drag that poor kitty in on dis too! Damn, lady! Oughta be ashamed o’ y’all selves!!”
This practical joke was no laughing matter to Cheri.
Dark Spanish eyes sparked into life, burning like the sun during an eclipse. A different kind of urgency fell over her now. She pulled herself out from the bathroom window, grabbed her things and rushed on over to the main entry way to the diner. She pushed and shoved at the scampering crowd in mass exodus, gushing out from the diner’s main doors.
I'd post up again but it would just sound like bickering between lily and Leaza . Like I could have Leaza move over to lily and then discover the small burrowed hole in the ground but meh...too forced😑 Sooooooo just gunna wait on someone else to post up.
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME? WHAT DO THEY PREFER TO BE CALLED? Anything that starts with the letter 'C.' Today I'm Cheri. 'Sup. But actually I'm Ms. Cherelle Alicia Tanner if ya wanna gets all cordial. But once upon a time I was just simply a girl called 'CoCo.'
HOW ARE THEYBEST RECOGNIZEDIN A CROWD? Ummm... yeah. New hairstyle. It's gotta be the bangs across my forehead. And yeah, that and my big, dark eyes too. People call them 'Spanish Eyes.' Wutevs. I like 'em. Oh. And I am a tall girlie... like 5'10 or 5'11?
But I don't dress like i wanna try to stand out if you really need to know. People on the run usually don't. But I guess the other thing that makes me stand out is that in this whitebread town, I'm kinda' this 'exotic looking' 20-something year old chick... which doesn't help my cover but still, yeah. So I'm part black, part asian of 2 types, part latina and yeah... half white. I'm pretty well built for someone who doesn't eat a lot... yeah your girlie here is hiding a lot of muscles. So I gots smaller than average boobs-- But! I'm nicely developed in the lower half. Thumpin' bass and legs that go on foreeeeeevah...! Lit af, boi!!
Anyways...
WHAT IS A STRANGER'S FIRST IMPRESSION UPON MEETING THEM? HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER SEE THEMSELVES?
You gunna think I'm stuck up or that I'm super standoffish. I'll give you a half lidded stare, look you up and down, hold your gaze with a dead eyed, dark eyed stare, stare at your hand that you want shaken, then I'll make my signature 'disdaining clicking sound,' look annoyed and then ask: "Wha'choo want now...?"
I'm not stuck up. Okay, okay, okay, I admit I aaaaammmmmm kinda' sorta' a bitch sometimes, but what runaway, fugitive type can afford to NOT be a bitch... amirite...?! But I'm soooo not stuck up even though your girl here was a prototypical triple threat model/actress/singer at one point in their teen life? Yeah, I was thaaaaaat damned good and I could shake it like I was gunna take it too. Hah! Soooo not stuck up.... not anymore anyways. But I honestly just cannot be bothered to care about people no more! I need to put number one first as always. Okay so I miss my parents and my friends-- I would do anything for them-- but this life I lead now? I'm on my own and I can't be assed to care anymore...!
WHERE DID THEY GROW UP? WHERE DO THEY FEEL AT HOME? I'm your prototypical good girl from the 'hood that succumbed to peer pressure then turned to a life of crime and bad decisions. I was from some Inner City where crime rates were high and living was rough err' single day, natch. I had some of my family get gunned down. I witnessed two of my friends bleed out, twitching and convulsing, babbiing crazy shit before they finally stopped moving. They gots shot in a Mickie Dee's. We was just sitting there chatting it up, talkin' it up and then bang-bang-bang. Stray bullets and that's it. My girlies went down. Gun control wut when you in gangbanger central.
I feel at home on the run. No one tells me what to do and how to live. I would rather run than get shot by accident... but if I do gets shot, I deserve it.
WHO ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN THEIR LIVES? No one. Your girl CoCo is on the run. Don't need no one, don't care. Oops, I meant, Candy-- wait...! Naw, that ain't it. Cheri...! My name is Cheri right now...
My baby bro would see it though. 'Lando would see that my fake name Cherelle Alicia Tanner as abbreviated spells: CAT. It's so I remember my aliases easier. God, I miss him. You don't deserve that life. Damn and even more daaaaayam, man I should've gone on the straight and narrow, been a superstar, and moved him outta the 'hood. Oh, God please be okay Arlando... I miss you sooooooo much, baby bro...
WHAT IS THEIR PROFESSION, SKILL OR LIFESTYLE? WHAT DO THEY THINK THEIR STRENGTHS ARE? WHAT ARE THEIR ACTUAL STRENGTHS?
I am a Confidence Woman. And a thief. I make you believe that you need me then I take everything you own. I mark you, I read you, I get you in a false sense of security then I make you decide to scam yourself. I am an actress, a charming bitch, a fraud. I am sexy, I am worth being on your arm, I am something you desire but don't believe you deserve. I get into places most people shouldn't. I'm often hustling to get away after a hustle. But I can take care of myself too.
I pick up details and quick. I have excellent 5 senses and even better instinct. I am faster and stronger than you think. I will break your fingers and nose before I run... or I will just gun you down. I am a killer, I am focussed, and I am desperate. I have 227 g's in two separate bags and I will get away with them. I am a survivor and I will over come. I don't need you and I certainly don't feel sorry for you. CoCo out.
~The woman's actual strength is becoming icy steel in a raging inferno; she is calm, collected and yet commanding. She is heroic, unfazed and daring in dire and desperate times without realizing it.~
WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS, FLAWS AND SECRETS? I cannot ever get caught. I have a quarter of a million dollars in cash with me. I can't lose it. I just can't...
I have to stop helping out random kids and animals; man, I sooooo need to focus and stick to the plan. I need to stop beating my self up and this self-loathing needs to stop; goddamn that voice that tells me to eat that bullet and make the pain all go away. I need to stop 'pulling the race card' against white people; I'm half white afterall. I need to stop letting assholes get under my skin; man, my bad attitude and mouth is gunna get me into a fight, I'mma put a hurting on someone reeeeal bad, and then comes the unwanted police attention. Then I go to jail till I die.
I need to get back to the Inner City. That's all I need to do. It's all my life is worth now. I need to pay for what I owe. I effed up royally and I need to get this money to pay for the surgery that will save my baby bro's life. Then I can finally make good, everyone and they'll be okay with me coming out of the closet and letting them know that I am... that me n' guys we... and that women for me they... yeah, they'll still gunna accept me, fo'sho...
WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST? WHAT DO THEY ACTUALLY NEED? I wanna finally stop running away. I wanna finally own up to what I've done. I WANNA MAKE THINGS RIGHT WITH MY FAMILY, ESPECIALLY MY BABY BROTHER!!
~CoCo needs to come to grips with the truth. No matter how much money she accumulates by criminal or legit means her baby brother Arlando Charming Ellison is going to die.~
IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD HAVE ANY SUPERNATURAL ABILITY, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I don't need to be no one except myself. That or Superman. Flying and super-invulnerability at minimum... but without the whole: USA! and TRUTH AND JUSTICE! bullsh-- acutally a tight flight suit would be slammin' on this bod... natch...!
WHY ARE THEY HERE IN DUSKWICK? WHAT IS THEIR OPINION OF THE STRANGE RUMORS? I'm only here to provide a service to a kind citzen; one less car. I'mma steal it and move on one town closer to my home town and Inner City.
Bad things happen to people. Weird things happen to people. Whether they good or bad, it don't matter. People take drugs, trip out, trip up and go missing. Take me for example. I'm sure there were posters of me back in my hometown. Probabaly think I'm some crack junkie hoe that ended up OD'ing and now dead and rotting in some gutter somewhere.
They even say they gots monsters here...? Believe me, I met some people just as scary as made up monsters. Ai'ight let me tell you somethin'... Monsters are real; they just hide inside you. Listen, it's just some folk let them out more often and these folks are waaaaaay more willing to let the monsters loose upon others. They crave it.
But it's always the good people that can hide away the monsters the best. Yet those are the folks that always get hurt by monsters the most; and seems like the victims are always the innocent little ones. Makes me want to hunt down those people with willing monsters in them and put two bullets into their wicked, evil head and one bullet into their mean, unworthy heart.
The dragonflies are something pretty though, ain't they...?
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THIS CHARACTER CHANGE AND DEVELOP?
~Basically the prototypical angry lone wolf turned hero... only to find out that no matter how powerful or wealthy she becomes: you cannot save everyone.~
PITCH A SMALL SUBPLOT THAT WOULD BE PERSONALLY MEANINGFUL TO YOUR CHARACTER.
~She is gay. But she is Superhero level in-the-closet-gay. That needs to be addressed with a romantic arc with some nice girlie. Awkward, strung along, but defo in the adorkable cute range of romantic arc... natch...!~
Heya peeps!!
This here is your [u] [i][b]Girlie[/b][/i] [/u] :] (in light of current violence in our world its about time for me to change my username. So just call me Girlie now.) And to be honest, bottomline: I'm just a chick who likes to pretend to be something she's not. ;P And! I try to be polite too okay! So let me know if i'm being just one rude bitch right!!
But if it must be known then I try to delve very deep into the nuances of the make-believe presented to me. And I'm pretty aggressive with plot-lines; I like to lead how things go. But I am pretty open to working with plots with others as long as my chara has already been accepted ;PP
I love off-the-beaten-path fantasy, but I love any kind of fantasy overall. But... okay so like yeeeeahhh... weakness? I'm a sucker for modern 'urban fantasy' for sure... ;DD My charas are pretty much 'broken goods' in terms of mental states and they are always gay; they will hump your girlie charas when we fade to black (I don't do the redband porno posts tho cuz eww ;PP).
I'm trying to branch out and do sci-fi and modern combat so please do be patient with my noobness ;PP But I'm loving my time here at the 'Guild so yeeeeeaaah!
Hope to join in on your adventures soon!! :]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Heya peeps!!<br><br>This here is your <span class="bb-u"> <span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-b">Girlie</span></span> </span> :] (in light of current violence in our world its about time for me to change my username. So just call me Girlie now.) And to be honest, bottomline: I'm just a chick who likes to pretend to be something she's not. ;P And! I try to be polite too okay! So let me know if i'm being just one rude bitch right!!<br><br>But if it must be known then I try to delve very deep into the nuances of the make-believe presented to me. And I'm pretty aggressive with plot-lines; I like to lead how things go. But I am pretty open to working with plots with others as long as my chara has already been accepted ;PP<br><br>I love off-the-beaten-path fantasy, but I love any kind of fantasy overall. But... okay so like yeeeeahhh... weakness? I'm a sucker for modern 'urban fantasy' for sure... ;DD My charas are pretty much 'broken goods' in terms of mental states and they are always gay; they will hump your girlie charas when we fade to black (I don't do the redband porno posts tho cuz eww ;PP). <br><br>I'm trying to branch out and do sci-fi and modern combat so please do be patient with my noobness ;PP But I'm loving my time here at the 'Guild so yeeeeeaaah! <br><br>Hope to join in on your adventures soon!! :]</div>