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Grim / Grimoire
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It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
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@Bleu Flacon
@Silent Observer


If you are talking about the one Bleu mentioned, I believe it is this one. I am not a part of it, but I'm more than happy to link you to it and support one of my guild GM homies. :)
Collab with: @Silent Observer, @lovely complex @Universorum, @Viciousmarrow
L A L A, C R, J A R, & T E M P Y







The loud sound of Kieran kicking the door open resonated in the room. Lorelei’s silent gaze glanced up at him for a brief moment. Was that necessary? Well, if you’re going to make a grand entrance might as well go the raging barbarian route, amiright? No. It was annoying. For her, at least.

“You’re late, Kieran.” Mr. Vanderfield looked at the Asian with pure amusement, still stroking his beard in thought, “In any other class, breaking school property would lead to detention, or worse, suspension, but I wasn’t fond of that door either. What happens in Lothlórien, stays in Lothlórien! Please join your group, they will bring you up to speed.”

Since Kieran wasn’t in Lala’s group, he wasn’t one of her concerns. Her attention went back to the matter at hand: the group project. Half of her team was already together, so she refused to get up. One of the perks of sitting next to her boyfriend in nearly every class. Pressing her thumb on her eraser, she leaned back in her seat and thought about their topic. Fate. Fate? FATE. What an ambiguous term. That could lead to just about anything. They could make a dumb excuse and do absolutely nothing. Say something like “it was fate that our scene was uneventful.”

Eh, but Vanderfield was cool and he put her in a team with people she liked and loved, which makes him 20 percent cooler in her book. They could make something absolutely ridiculous and see how many people they could make laugh. GOALS. Regardless, they were going to do something great, and it would hopefully be hilarious. “Got any ideas?” She asked her boyfriend with a bright smile, while they waited for Temperance and Jareth to make their way to them.

Jareth’s grin upon entering the class was sadly not returned by his best friend. If anything, Remy looked a little peeved about something… maybe he was remembering what happened to his history homework? Thankfully, Vanderfield didn’t call him out for being a late to class like he had with Kieran. Jareth normally wouldn’t care too much about being late, or upsetting teachers, but Blaise was a cool guy. He liked Bowie, he even went so far as to call Jareth the Goblin King upon first meeting him, and then geekily laughed at his own joke, how could Jar not be charmed?

The projector screen flickered, presenting the project groups to the class. Jar smiled wide when he saw that he would be grouped with CR. This would be good, shenanigans would be had, and laughs for all. Then there was the last name on the list: his newly acquired date. Oh boy…. fate, indeed. The emo got up from his shared desk with Remy and pulled up a chair to the lovebirds’ desk. “What a group, eh?” he said before taking his seat and waiting for the brainstorming discussion to commence.

To be honest, he, bae, Jar, and that one girl got fuckered by the groups. The betrayal and treachery one was way cooler, fate sucked. What even popped up when you Googled fate? Probably something cheesy and superstitious. “Man, we really done drawn the short stick.” CR grumbled in response to Jar. Sure, he liked that he was with his friend, his girlfriend, and Temperance (her parents definitely had something to say about fate, since they sentenced her to a life of the name ‘Temperance.’ Christopher Robin wanted a hit of whatever they were smoking), but come on. BETRAYAL AND TREACHERY WAS RIGHT THERE, DUDE. “Now what the crazy old man gonna be expectin’ is somethin’ that ends with me and Lala bein’ all fated to be together forever and shit, well I’m ‘bout to throw him a curveball.”

Christopher Robin (finally) pulled his sunglasses off, leaning forward on his elbow as he stared across the desk at Jar, “Now I’m not goin’ into this expectin’ to fail, nobody plans to fail, cuz nobody wants to be a loser. Me? I’m plannin’ all the time, I got so much stuff goin’ on up here—” Christopher Robin tapped his forehead with the arm of his glasses, “— that I don’t even know how I keep track o’ all of it. Ain’t nobody in this room gonna be expeckin’ what I have to offer.” Christopher Robin nodded slowly, hanging his sunglasses off of the collar of his shirt, nodding to himself.

“Now I know what both of ya’all are thinkin’: Bae is thinkin’: ‘get on with it Piglet you lil shit’ and Jar is thinkin’: ‘do you ever shut up?’ Now I’mma address that question, the answer to that question is a heartfelt no. No, I don’t shut up. Now I’mma address lover’s thoughts too. I’mma get on with it right now. The endgame here is that we throwin’ a curveball. Now, what might that curveball be? Our skit is gonna end with me kissin’ Jar right on the lips because ain’t no one gonna be expectin’ that. And that’s how we get an A.”

Jareth raised an eyebrow at his good friend’s proposal. Now that was certainly an interesting idea. He rolled the thought of kissing his friend - in front of the entire class - around in his mind. The entire class included Temperance. Would that be bad? Did chicks think guys kissing guys was hot in the same way that dudes thought girls kissing each other was? He’d have to ask Desi for her thoughts on that later, she’d be honest... probably. Whatever, he could be up for it regardless. “Oh, Pooh Bear, if you wanted to kiss me all this time, you coulda just asked. You didn’t have to come up with some elaborate excuse.” Jareth teased in a lilting voice with his hand over his heart, which quickly dissolved into laughter.

Fate? Mr. Vanderfield gave them such an easy topic! Everyone was fated to die. That’s the natural way of the world. Temperance mused on the subject as she meandered over to her partners, stuck between the topic and her future date with Jareth. The fact that the two were paired together… complicated things. Honestly, she had not expected to talk to him until after lunch or something. Now she was just going to be even more awkward than usual, especially after she planted a kiss on the raven haired boy.

Rather than sit next to Jar, Temperance forced a chair between the ever-charming Christopher Robin and her best friend, silently pleading to some god that the brunette boy would get some sense into his head and jump off a bridge. One day, one day, Christopher Robin would be out of her life. It might be 50 years from now when one of them died of old age, but if she knew anything was destined in life, her best friend would be single once more. Lala deserved better! Not this second-rate doofus!

“Why you and Jar? I think it would be better if Lala and I kissed. I mean, she and I are really comfortable together. Plus, you never know how many homophobes might be in this class… People might think you’re actually gay and lynch you. Everybody loves lesbians though. True facts.” she informed he-who-shouldn’t-have-been-named. Her green eyes fell on Jareth’s face, and almost immediately, her face went a beet red as the lyrics to an old Taylor Swift song played in her head. As the blonde sat there, she attempted to play it cool and not ignite any curiosity in her other group members. Unfortunately, everything on her face spoke a different message.

“I’m down for some lesbian shit but are you? Lala trailed her gaze from Temperance's blaring red cheeks to her boyfriend’s baby face. She didn’t look too into the whole ‘her girl best friend purposely put herself in between her and her Piglet’. By now, she was use to Temperance doing that. Probably missed her or something. All the time.

“I’m always down for some lesbian stuff!” Temperance hesitated when she realized what she had just said, a mortified look on her face. “I…wait, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I think that’s exactly what you meant.” Lala readily teased. If there was one thing Temperance was great at doing, it was amusing her. She was amusing.

“Well, I’m all for it, whether it’s CR and me, or—” Jareth paused when his words reminded him that this might mean Lala and Temperance would actually kiss. That’d be fucking awesome. “—you two.” Jar didn’t let his eyes settle on any of their faces for too long, most importantly not Tempy’s, he probably end up blushing again, or something equally awkward. Especially when she just said she was always down for lesbian stuff. Was he going on a date with a lesbian? Did that mean he was girly? Fuck.

Jareth drove those thoughts out and cleared his throat. “Could even be both pairs, I’ve never given a fuck about what the homophobes think, not gonna start now. Let ‘em try and lynch me.” Though, most people assume he is super sad and shit and is gonna end up lynching himself. He wasn’t. “Anyway, how are we going to tie in the whole fate theme? It can’t just be only gay shock value, that won’t impress Vandy.”

Sigh. Christopher Robin had to put the sunglasses back on as he acknowledged Temperance (who for some reason put herself between him and his girlfriend). Chicks were tough work man, if only he was in a group with like Jar, Remy, and Ryan. Then he wouldn’t have to put his sunglasses back on for a second explanation that frankly shouldn’t have been necessary. At least Bae didn’t give a fuck. “Bitch, please. First and foremost, I am plenty comfortable with Jar here. Secondly, not everyone likes lesbians. You ever heard of the Westboro Baptist Church? No? Google that shit. Learn something. Experience life. Don’t actually Google it, they suck.” Christopher reached up and grabbed one of the lenses of his sunglasses, pulling them off slowly and looking down at the desk. Truthfully, he didn’t care what Lala did, she could kiss Temperance all she wanted, didn’t matter. CR still had her virginity.

Heart too, but he couldn't brag about that with the boys quite as much.

Still looking down at the desk, he placed the sunglasses down, lenses face down. “Now, I’mma take my third point and I’mma address your assumption that the crew is littered with homophobes. I can’t believe that you would think so lowly of your own classmates, the only people you know, the only friends you got, so as to think that they got an issue with two dudes — two friends, mind you — suckin’ face. Butt sex and what have you. Not only that, you done gone and implied that they’re okay with two girls suckin’ face and scissoring and shit. Now let me tell you that I —” Christopher Robin finally looked up, turning his entire body to face Temperance as he shook his head, ” — am just disappointed in you. That is my final point.”

The blonde could only shake her head at the boy beside her. He was an idiot, plain and simple. “Christopher Robin, you can’t argue with statistical facts. There are 109,591 lesbian videos on PornHub at this very moment. Conversely, there’s only 36,083 guy-on-guy videos. It’s pretty clear that the audience prefers lesbians based on that.” Temperance educated her group on the statistical analysis of the very popular porn site’s gay categories. The numbers she pulled out were way too detailed to be made up, revealing more than she intended once more. “And how do you know there aren’t any homophobes in the room? People are hypocrites and liars. And thieves. My real dad used to watch lesbian porn all the time when I was a little girl, and he absolutely hated gays. I’m just saying, you never know what people are thinking. Like Vanderfield could totally be a Nazi.”

Unfortunately for Temperance, as soon as CR finished his sentence, his attention was put elsewhere, somewhere that matters: the window. The clouds were thickening, and it was what, October? Not much longer before snow came and then life was good again. This was kind of boring, and they’d really made no progress. Christopher Robin had exerted about as much effort as he could for schooling, at least until History class.

He’s gone, Jim.

Before Lorelei could comment on her new found knowledge of her friend (Temperance watched way more porn than she thought the blonde would ever do), the teacher strolled up to their group to see how much progress they had made. Lala’s mind was stunned at the thought that Temperance probably watched lesbian porn every night. She should get her porn for her birthday or something. Or was that weird? Buying your friend porn….

“Be careful with bringing up Nazis, you might make someone Führerious. Oh, I crack myself up. I know, I’m terrible. Lay it on me. What do you have?” He crossed his arms and examined their facial expressions waiting for one of them to speak up.

“Gay… shit.” Lala wasn’t sure if the boys would kiss or her and Temperance… or both? But what they did know was there was going to be same gender kissing somewhere in their scene.

“Yeah, nothing super ingenious yet. Give us time, we’ll try not to suck too much.” Jareth said to the teacher. It was true, they honestly had shit for plans. Jar was a creative kid, he drew comics and wrote music, both of which told stories. CR had an unyielding wellspring of imagination, especially when he was high. Who knows what the ladies were capable of. This group could do something really great if they put their minds to it.

“Very well, I don’t expect you to have your scene made today, but do know you perform in two weeks. Make some magic!” And the teacher left the group to go to the next.

Once Vanderfield was out of earshot, Jareth looked over at CR and leaned across the desk. “We should totally get baked and bounce ideas off of each other. We’ll come up with a solid plan, I’m sure of it.” He looked at the girls now. This would be a good test to see how chill the blonde cutie really was. “You in? This weekend maybe, blazing planning session?”

“...have you ever heard the song The Trees by Rush?” What were they talking about? Probably the project, or something. Christopher Robin’s mind was elsewhere. “I bet teach has. It’s a good song. About trees. You see, the oaks are just too lofty and they grab up all the maples light. There’s unrest in the forest, the maples scream oppression. The oaks just shake their leaves — the maples, you see, are quite convinced they’re right. The maples, they form a union, and they demand equal rights. They’re gonna make the oaks give them light, cuz the oaks are just too greedy y’know? Anyway, now there’s no more oak oppression, for they passed a noble law, and the trees are all kept equal, by hatchet, axe, and saw. Oh, I gots a plan a-brewin’, mhm. ...but I will never turn down some time in the sky, so sure. We can do that.”

“Uh…”

Before Temperance could object, Lala nudged her on the side, gently in the ribcage area, “Come onnnnn, you know you want to. It’s like what we do, but with the boys.” She had a cheesy ass grin, as she not so subtly pointed her thumb toward Jar, obviously implying a chance for Tempy to get laid. “We should totally smoke in my treehouse. It’ll be fan-fucking-tastic.”

Of course. Lala with even more peer pressure. Temperance hadn’t ever smoked with anybody other than her best friend, so the whole scenario seemed sacrilegious. But… There was no way she could turn the offer down now. “Yeah. I’m game.” What this could foretell was anybody’s guess. Probably nothing good, though. In fact, she wagered they’d all fall out of the tree house, on account of them being too high.

Tuesday, May 23rd



Location: Bolingbroke Penitentiary
Characters: Asuka // “Ravyn”


The dull gray paint peeled off of the ceiling like ash curling from the burning logs of a campfire. Ravyn stared up at it from her bed, as she had every day since her incarceration two weeks prior. It was unsightly. It was imperfect. It was… punishment.

Asuka had never found a reason to contemplate the meaning of the word ‘penitentiary’ before now. This hellhole was meant to be a place for penance, a place for her to repent for her sins. In Ray’s eyes, the work that she did for The Syndicate was not the sin; Not the lives she’d taken, nor the crimes she’d committed, nor any amount of damage that she had done. Her failure to complete the mission was a sin. Her failure to spot and snuff out a rat was a sin. Her failure itself was a sin, and for that, she would repent.

Penance looked anything but ordinary in the young japanese girl. There was no quiet meditation, no volunteer work, and no private prayers. She was a criminal, not a monk - though, the vow of silence that she’d taken since arriving could fool most people. The first week of her over twenty-five year long sentence was a brutal one. Ravyn went through flippant bouts of depression and intense rage. She hated herself for her inadequacy, but she hated everything and everyone around her even more.

Twenty-five years was a longer amount of time than she had been on this earth for; Her entire life would pass her by in that time. Ravyn’s best years would be spent as a caged bird. This isn’t what she had dedicated her life to, this isn’t what she had worked so hard for. Prison was the farthest thing from success, but... she had to make the most of it.

When you are locked up, you are stripped of everything but your reputation. It is all you have, and it is all that matters. So, Ravyn set to work building one up for herself. The first time that she had overheard someone calling her a chink, she turned around and decked them. They could have at least went with jap, and been accurate, if they were going to be tossing around slurs. Later that day, while waiting in the cafeteria line, some ho tried to elbow her way in front. Ravyn put her in her proper place: the ground. Similar tussles became an everyday occurrence and word spread.

Of course, reputations aren’t held solely among the prisoners. The guards also took notice of Asuka’s frequent violent outbursts, and she was put on watch. After one week, Ravyn no longer had a cellmate. The young girl was confined to a tiny, claustrophobic cell in the solitary block, and all of the time that she spent outside of it was carefully monitored by a guard from then on.

The day that Ray was pulled out of her closet-sized enclosure for a ‘meeting’ with her ‘lawyer’, she was suspicious, to say the least. Imagine her surprise when it turned out to be Julian and, better yet, The Syndicate had a plan! There would be a riot, at 2:30, on Tuesday. Unlike the other captured Syndicate members, Asuka was being monitored too closely to prepare something like a shank for the occasion. She had to lay low and ready herself in less obvious ways, like focusing on strengthening her body for hand-to-hand combat. Ravyn led an incredibly fit lifestyle before getting locked up through strength training and Jujutsu, and is by no means out of shape after two weeks in the clink, but it couldn’t hurt to keep in peak form.

Ravyn moved from the uncomfortable cot that passed as her prison bed for what would hopefully be the last time. Relocating to the floor, she began doing sets of pushups and crunches, alternating between them. Today was the big day. Tuesday. Riot day. At 2:30, she would have a second chance, and she truly couldn’t be more grateful for it. She would escape this place, or die trying. Either way, life in prison would end today. Asuka pushed her body to it’s limits, keeping her mind focused on the future, on tomorrow.

“Takahashi, it’s rec time. Let’s go, inmate!”

The young prison khaki-clad girl startled at the sudden voice of the guard outside her door. She sat up, breathing heavily from her exercise. The workout didn’t leave her exhausted, instead she found herself the energized and ready to rumble. Perfect. Asuka got up and brushed the dust from the ground off of her pants as she stepped out of the now open door and headed for the yard. The guard followed close behind her, keeping watch, as always. Kids that couldn’t play well with others didn’t get free time without a price.

Sweltering heat blanketed the prison yard as the sun baked the blacktop. It was great weather for a riot, everyone was already cranky from the temperature. It would only take a single strike to set the whole yard ablaze, and The Syndicate members would be the match.

Inmates were milling about, engaging in all of the usual rec activities: shooting hoops, lifting weights, running the track, low-key flashing gang signs, you know, the usual... Asuka looked around and took notice of her fellow Syndicate members. Everyone seemed to be in position, the plan was already in motion. She made her way to the track, which was her position, and started on a light jog. Her prison guard keeper, being the lazy CO fuck that he was, didn’t bother to keep up with her. He stood near the fence and watched her from a distance. Excellent, his fatass would never catch up when it came time for her to make her move.

The boys did a good job of kicking the riot off. Two-thirty was sounded off by screaming prisoners and the sound of flesh being punched and punctured. This was a co-ed prison, and there were many, many people that were both taller and stronger than her, so Ravyn had to choose her battles carefully. She may have started off the day weaponless, but she wouldn’t remain that way for long. The agile girl darted her way into the fray. It was a dangerous call, but it would be better to be within the crowd than outside of it when the guard towers started picking people off from the sidelines.

Ravyn caught sight of a prisoner that was taking out others with what seemed to be a sturdy, sharp shank. Asuka got the girl’s attention and taunted her into a fight. Using her martial arts background, which she was seriously thanking her overly-traditional father for right now, Ray managed to disarm the girl. Ravyn didn’t come into possession of the shank without taking a few hits, unfortunately. She’d have a shiny bruise on her cheek and a cut on her arm to tend to when this was over, but at least she was armed now and the girl was… well, she was dead. Or at least unconscious, Ray didn’t really care either way. She wasn’t a problem anymore.

“Where the fuck are the guns?” Asuka muttered in japanese, doing her best to defend herself from the hordes of rioting inmates. These were the first words that she had spoken on the prison grounds, and they felt dry and clumsy in her mouth. As if on cue, there was a loud crash as the insurgent burst through the west wall of the prison. Ravyn disengaged from the altercation that she was in and spun on her heel to face the sound. Thankfully, she didn’t receive the punch in the face that she had opened herself up to, because the other prisoners were also looking at the now giant hole present in the west wall. Nearly immediately after the insurgent’s arrival, a plane flew overhead and dropped a load of cargo boxes into the yard. Knowing exactly what those were full of, Ravyn took off in a dead sprint towards the crates.

Holy shit! Guns!

FREEDOM!
@Bleu Flacon

I found yah earlier. I have quite a bit of role-playing on my plate right now, doing some GMing of my own, so I probably won't join anything new for a while. Thanks for the offer though, it's good to see you back. Let me know if you start up a chat! I personally use discord mostly for chatting with guild folks off site.
@c3p-0h

I assumed most characters are '-American', as the RP takes place in America. I didn't include it in the ethnicity list that I made so it would look more streamlined. Take your time on your sheet, it's no rush. As for a role, your character doesn't really need one, especially if that makes things easier for you. It wasn't our intention to have black-and-white roles defined for characters, it's okay to be good a multiple things (or not good at anything! lol). You are free to do as you wish, be free!

@kingkonrad

Heyhey, for consistency's sake, can you give us a license plate number for your character's ride?
I made a list, because people were mentioning ethnic diversity and whatnot. I thought it would be interesting, so here you go! I may or may not keep this updated… probably not, I get lazy. Sorry if I missed anyone, I don’t think I did, but anything’s popsicle!

Also, having the text colors next to each other leads me to my next point: would you mind changing your color for Camille, @c3p-0h? It is very similar Asuka’s.

Thanks!
~ Silent

Christopher Helmsley – Russian
Bianca Helmsley – Brazilian
Ryan Helmsley – White
Sofia Helmsley – Russian/Brazilian
Julian Knight – Irish/Italian
Asuka Takahashi – Japanese
Kang-Dae Janggok – Korean
Jeffrey Johnson – White
Judah Rothstein – German/Puerto-Rican
Joseph Green – White
Hugo Van Zandt – Dutch
Eugene Han – Korean
Zoey Chen – Chinese
Camille Solanki {WIP} – Indian
Tobias Torvalds – Norwegian
Aidan Shepard – White

(Bishop NPCs)
Haruma Takahashi – Japanese
Pyotr Andrei – Russian
Grant Douglas – White
Cody Floyd – African American
Lewis Porter – White
Lucio D. Hart Jr. – Italian
well, i was gonna make a black guy CS but i guess i clicked a wrong button cause it got deleted

and damn if it took me three years to navigate that CS, i probably messed it up anyways


Oh no! That's why I always work on my CSes in a google doc. Those autosave, so you never loose stuff! Then I just copy and paste the finished project in the guild.

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