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Current in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers
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"I don't attract what I want, I attract what I am. Dead as the bees buzzing inside my head." MM
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Boo!
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"If you have ghosts, you have everything."
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Do you wanna start a cult with me?
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Grim / Grimoire
(they/them)
It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
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In --- 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


”He actually agreed…” Kiara thought aloud as the dragon disappeared through the front door. For a moment, she just stood there, completely shocked. She shouldn’t be surprised, though. Kiki normally got what she wanted but, if Suleykaar had proven to be anything since she’d met him, it was stubborn.

Kiki looked over to Morgan to see what he made of it. She was sad to see that he had moved his scarf back over his face. Was he going to back out? This was too much for him… she’d sabotaged her own fun. Before she could begin pouting too much, though, he offered his arm to lead her out.

Kiara could practically jump up and down she was so excited. In fact, she kind of did bounce on her heels a bit. Before taking his arm, Kiara hooked a finger on his scarf and pulled it down from his face.

”Don’t hide your blush… red’s my favorite color.” she said and then stood on her tip-toes to kiss his cheek. Kiki then looped her arm in his and walked out the front door.

Suley was waiting for them on the other side. Kiara looked up at the taller of the two males and smiled. Her eyes were primarily red but they kept shifting to an excitable yellow or a flirty pink, never really settling with one emotion. She couldn’t believe it… she hadn’t slept with anyone at this school yet, and now she was going to get two for the price of one. Perhaps this night wasn’t a loss at all. Thank goodness Persephone had convinced her to go meet the “bat girl”.

”So… where should we go?” Kiara said as she linked her other arm with Suleykaar’s. Now she had arm candy on both sides, lovely. ”My room? One of your rooms?” Of course, Kiara had no idea that they were roommates. Wouldn’t that be… convenient. “Or maybe outside by the lake?” Kiki purred with a seductive smile.
In --- 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
O.o

uhhh...

uhhh......

give me a bit!
I need relationship advice outside of FB because of things. So if a girl accidentally says she loves me like 2-3 times within a week does that mean something? Like I knew she had a crush on me a few times int he past but it's hard to say. I suck with this kind of thing.... By a lot....

*Has no idea what I am doing please help*


I don't think saying you love someone 2-3 times in a week is "accidental". That seems pretty intentional, or maybe they are in denial and they subconsciously keep bringing it up? Those are just my thoughts from an outside perspective, it's hard to really say for sure without personally knowing the two of you, or how you interact. Though... it's been quite long time since I've been in the flirting/dating scene, and an even longer time since being in that scene in a high school setting (because that is 10x more bizarre and convoluted because most people are either too pussy to say how they really feel, or they like to play games with other people's feelings).

Loki

Location: 36 Avalon Point → Early Bean
Interacting With: Mr. Richardson, present in the same place as Miles @Murdoc Barachiel @Skelace Talia @13Nightingale, mention of Andrew @Dusk


Water cascaded from the shiny chrome rain shower head. Wealth was nice, and being able to afford the best things in life was even nicer. In Avalon Point, the water was always hot when you wanted it to be, and the pressure was exactly right. Despite the luxurious comfort of the walk in shower, Loki lathered and rinsed rather quickly.

Stepping out of the shower, Loki toweled off and styled his hair with a bit of mousse before heading to the master bedroom. Wearing nothing but a plush white towel around his waist, as Charles had seen him wearing far less before, Loki walked up the stairs. Sure, he could have showered in the ensuite bathroom connected to his bedroom, but what was the point of having 5 bathrooms if you weren’t going to use them all?

The walk-in closet was as spacious as one might expect, especially for such a metrosexual egomaniac. The left wall had a row of suit jackets and below that a matching row of trousers, both arranged in color order from darkest to lightest. The back wall had multiple shelves of mostly dress shoes, loafers, and a just a few pairs of trainers. The drawers below it contained socks, pants, and belts. The right wall had a row of finely pressed undershirts, vests, and ties, the row below that had a small collection of ‘casual’ clothing: khakis, button-ups, cashmere and argyle jumpers, leather jackets, and a few pairs of dark-wash jeans.

Today, Loki chose a classic suit color combination - black on black on black, with the exception of a silver bow tie. He liked bowties, they added to the charming scientist vibe, like that Bill Nye fellow. Though, Loki was far more attractive. Now well dressed and ready for the day, Loki went to his office.

Tracing his finger along the oversized calendar, Loki determined today’s date. ”The ninth… that would be…” Loki looked up the ceiling in thought, spinning his his desk chair. He used different burner phones on different days of the week, rotating the number associated with the numerical date of the month in a randomized combination from month to month. ”Mobile number 12.” He decided and then opened the third drawer down on his desk. This drawer was full of an obscene amount of cell phones, all serviced by pre-paid cards that were bought in various locations at different times, using dosh only. Loki always used dosh for illicit dealings, anything else is far too easily traced.

Powering up the mobile, Loki dialed in Mr. Richardson’s number. Loki had no idea if that was actually the man’s name, just as the man did not know Loki’s true name. What they did know, is they had an important business to protect, and anonymity and caution was everything. Mr. Richardson would only answer the phone call if it was received at the predetermined time and from the correct phone number from the burner phone assigned to that day of the month.

”Philip!” Richardson answered in an excited voice. It was not Loki’s name, nor an alias, but a random unrelated code name. This entire conversation would be spoken in code, because…. Well, just in case someone might be listening in. Although, that was pretty much impossible. Paranoia knows no bounds!

”How’s the wife, mate? And the kids, getting good marks in school?” The wife was the business as a whole, the kids were the cooks and dealers. This call was mostly to keep Loki updated on the goings on that he didn’t see, but Richardson did. The meeting ended on a positive note, all was well with the wife and kids! Richardson suggested a place where they should ”meet up for lunch and really catch up!” This was how Loki would know where to casually leave Richardson’s handsome payment for the week in the form of cold, hard dosh in an envelope, the amount of which was almost as obscene as the number of mobiles in that drawer.

The location was on the way to Loki’s favorite cafe, the Early Bean. After discreetly placing the envelope in the decided location, Loki went to fetch a hot cuppa. The little bell jingled against the glass door as he entered. His eyes wandered to the employees and he frowned slightly, seeing that his favorite wasn’t there.

”The usual, Mr. Van Stenberg? The mousey cashier girl asked. Loki gave her a crooked grin that instantly made her blush.

”I suppose I am quite predictable… yes, thank you.” Loki said before producing his card to pay. ”No Andrew today? he asked in a tone that somehow managed to sound both curious and disinterested in her answer.

”Not yet, no, sorry.” she nervously mumbled her apology as she handed back his card and then busied herself with making his drink. While Loki waited for his beverage, he scanned the room. Some familiar faces were present - that pretty bird who sold him his current home, and that fae hairdresser. He thought it smelled a little extra sweet in the cafe today. Mmm……
ATTENTION ALL RESIDENTS


I've finally finished up my RS sheets (Although will have to work on more with my fourth character *sob*), so take a look, tell me if you disagree with anything.







HEYA! Love your relationship sheets, just have a few things to mention... see my posts/snip from Loki's relationship sheet:

Ari Amari
"Ari’s another close mate of mine."


I met the Sphinx when he moved in a few blocks down. He’s one of my best paying customers, though he doesn’t know that he is essentially buying the stuff from me. What can I say? Anonymity is everything to me and, though he’s always fun to party with, I don’t know that I can trust him just yet - especially if the blimey bastard thinks the Egyptian gods are better than the Norse, that’s some fine coke yer snortin’, mate!


Long story short, YES, I want Ari and Loki to be good friends! But, the only person that Loki has shared his secret with is Alistair. The fact that Loki occasionally uses drugs himself isnt that much of a secret, so Ari and him can totally be party buddies! But, all in all, Ari doesn't know that the drugs he buys comes from Loki's underground runnings. Loki doesn't trust him completely, close as they might be... his paranoia about getting caught is too high to go telling anybody willy-nilly.

Hey all, I just want to clear things up about Loki as it has come to my attention that they might have been misunderstood. I will post on here and then maybe modify his CS to reflect what I say if it seems necessary.



Along the same note, Nicolas would not know the face and name of Loki Van Sternberg actually being The Trickster/The Kingpin/Low Key.
I have updated Loki's Little Black Book to include the newest characters. I should probably start Suriel's soon... you know, given that they know all of two people in the city now. XD
@Silent Observer

okay so first of all:

CUTE

Secondly:

Was Ryan's relationship section okay as it pertained to Loki or would you like me to edit. To be clear, I used the key name Low Key, because he only knows the dealer through speakings of other associates, buyers and what have you. No clue the two are connected in any way.


:3

And, yes, Ryan's was fine because he knows the alias only. I'm fine with his aliases getting passed around the underground. That's what they are for, after all.

@Silent Observer Two would be my limit as well. When I do cave in.

I'm leaning toward the criminal department if/when I do make a character.


"I've heard that's where all the hot folks are~" - Low Key
Two is my limit. I don't want to get distracted away from my adorable little precious cherubs. (yes, Loki included!)


”Well it’s not like I know when you did the deed but I did have an odd feeling earlier, just out of nowhere. A strange numbness, a slight feeling of something tearing internally, as if perhaps I was going to die. a brief moment of cold and then nothing. Everything went back to normal after that,” Bartholomew explained. He looked upset. That was probably her fault, she was being unfair, wasn’t she? Well, life isn’t fucking fair sometimes.

Still, this was her soulmate and, as fun as it was to antagonize him, it hurt her to be causing him real pain. Trixy didn’t apologize though. Instead, she chewed on her bottom lip and stared into her whiskey. Tholo took a drink from his own glass and sighed before speaking.

”I guess that bastard wasn’t lying when he called me son,” he punctuated it with a frustrated grunt and then followed up with, ”Maybe he turned me, but it doesn’t matter to me. He wanted to kill me, not turn me that night, I’m pretty certain of that. The only thing that matters is his corpse will rot where it belongs along with others like him.”

Béatrix dipped her head in a slow nod, as if processing what he was saying. They were honest words, but they offered little comfort. Trixy let out a deep sigh and lifted the glass to quickly down the rest of the whiskey in her glass. It felt like fire, but at least it felt like something. She looked across the table at her soul mate. It still didn’t seem real… not the sorrow or the rape this time, but the fact that he was hers. And as much as she had wanted to hate him, and how much this situation sucked, she still found herself falling in love with this man.

Slowly, Trixy reached her hand across the table. She rested her cool fingers on top of his hand and stared intensely at it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she initiated the touching. She didn’t flinch this time, so that was a start.

Suriel

Location: Edgetoun Memorial Hospital, getting ready to leave for the day
Interacting With: Hospital staff, patients, and mention of Alison @Write


Cancer.

It was a disease straight from hell itself, and it was Suriel’s job to exorcise such demons. The majority of the surgeries performed in this unit were brain surgeries, often those to remove malignant tumors. This surgery was one of the many. Still, no matter how commonplace they might be, there was still something incredibly nerve-wracking about having someone’s entire life in your clean, gloved hands. One small slip and you could wipe away someone’s childhood memories, their ability to speak, or to walk. And then there was the other looming demon...

Death.


Okay, perhaps it isn’t quite fair for Suriel to call death a demon. There were angel’s of death, after all; But that didn’t mean Suriel had to like it. Being a healer, death was the worst possible outcome. Thankfully, Suriel was a healer, and a blessedly good one, too! The operation went smoothly and, under the observation of the senior neurosurgery resident, Suriel managed to removed 100% of the cancerous matter. Young Ellen would live to blow out the candles on her sixth birthday cake.

Suriel was in the process of scrubbing down after the surgery when the senior resident joined them.

”Great work in there, as always. Your hands are always so steady, it’s almost inhuman.” He said, giving Suriel pause, if only for the briefest of moments. Suriel dried their hands and smiled at their advisor.

”I’ll take that as a compliment. Trust me, though, I’m just as nervous any other junior resident… God just blessed me with healing hands.” It was nice that they could be so openly honest about their explanation. Humans were far less likely to scream ‘supernatural! monster!” when you you said something like that, they’d just assume you to be some religious nut. If only they knew who walked among them. They thought they knew, but they didn’t know that half of it.

Peace.


At 1600 hours, Suriel’s shift at Edgetoun Memorial Hospital was now coming to an end. After giving report to the incoming residents and nurses, Suriel stopped by Mrs. Oswald’s room. It was an unnecessary action, as Suriel already knew what they would see. About halfway through the surgery, Mrs. Oswald’s light went out. That’s how Suriel could tell who needed their help, the sick all had lights. The brighter the light, the more healing they needed. Mrs. Oswald’s light was dim earlier that day. She didn’t need help, she was ready, all that was left was to say her goodbyes.

A woman was weeping quietly behind the glass pane of the window. Lisa, Suriel presumed. Pausing for a moment, Suriel watched the scene. They wouldn’t go in and interrupt, it wasn’t their place, this was another doctor’s patient. Suriel took comfort in the fact that the old woman was resting in peace with the Father now, even if though it caused her granddaughter grief. In this rare instance, death was a kind mercy.

Suriel made their way to the locker room. They changed out of their scrubs and into a bright purple top, white blazer, and slim fit dark-wash jeans. The angel dressed well, but all of their clothes were bought on a tight budget. Another person joined Suriel in the locker room. It was that nurse. The nurse. Suriel looked into the locker as they pulled out their wallet and mobile. They felt their cheeks getting warm. As the nurse got closer they grew hot, even. What a strange sensation...
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