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X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Yoshi! I love that plan, thank you so much. Blackthorn, yesssssh awkward small talk... *wolverine busts in* interrupted :) hahahaha!

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

Hmmm, well there hasn't really been much interaction between characters yet. I think it'd be okay for us to move forward?? I don't want anyone to be left out though. I guess that's your call, Raddum.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Ali's palm loosened around the object concealed within her coat pocket as the man's shoulders tensed in front of her. Perhaps he was no threat, but Ali wouldn't risk her odds. Her blue eyes thinned into slits, and she raised one eyebrow at his accusatory tone. Ali began to open her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by another woman. The woman introduced herself forthrightly as Kimberly and seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Alison took a step backwards towards the door, carefully positioning her foot in a toe to heel fashion to eliminate any alert to her departure. She couldn't help the feelings of uneasiness coursing rapidly through her small body. Maybe it was a mistake to come here unaccompanied and unannounced. Maybe I should have waited for the Profe...

Alison's thoughts were abruptly cut off by the scream of the old door's hinges. She whipped her head around, her curls now cascading down one shoulder, and tensed every muscle in her body. Her hands were now balled into fists at her side and her heart beat quickly within her chest. A gust of cold wind caused her eyes to water, and she blinked away the tears in an effort to refocus. She watched as two newcomers sauntered into the scene, one seemingly following the other as a lost puppy does.

Ali couldn't help but drop her jaw a little while examining the new male specimen. He definitely stood out like a sore thumb among the rest of them. For one, he was noticeably older. The deep creases above his brow made the rest of his facial features more menacing as well. His gruff movements and tone spoke well enough for his apparent character. Ali instinctively moved closer to the other man and Kimberly in front of her. She was smart enough to realize the strength in numbers. Then Ali noticed the oriental woman behind the bulky brute. She seemed complete opposite of her counterpart. Small in stature and seemingly quiet, as well as obedient. She trailed the large figure closely and didn't seem startled at all by his brashness.

Ali watched the end of his cigar alight the dark room and crumpled her nose. Although she had performed in many gentleman's clubs, she still could not stand the smell of smoke. She had it set in her mind to walk forward and take it from the man's mouth, but he took on a hostile posture and narrowed his eyes at the group of three suspiciously. At the same time the blades appeared from his knuckles, Ali inhaled audibly. Her eyes fixated on the killer weapons, gazing upon them in a horrified awe, and her pulse froze momentarily. Her eyes slowly scanned upward to his own as he addressed them.

Ali cocked her head to one side and crooked her lips into a curious smile. The shock fading from her demeanor now, she boldly stepped forward.

"We're acquainted, but I'm afraid I've never had the distinct pleasure of meeting you."

Sarcasm dripped playfully from her tongue, and she turned to look at the others. Her dazzling smile now shone brightly, even in the dimly lit room. She crossed her arms snugly against her chest and leaned back casually on her heels.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

Alison's dainty fingertips slid away from the cracking wood of the creaky old door. Her blue eyes flew upwards, taking in the expanse of the building's high ceiling, and darted from side to side as if mentally measuring out the distance from wall to wall. A small breath escaped from her rosy lips and seemed to resound loudly throughout the vast emptiness. Ali crept forward and pulled her navy coat tighter around her body. Her fair skin prickled with the new presence of goose bumps as a shiver wriggled down her spine. This desolate place, although worse for wear, was more welcoming to Ali than the brisk air from outside. She stepped further inside and continued to examine the remnants of what must have been a glamorous building in its prime. There were empty patches of wall framed by layers of grime and dust. Ali could see the outlines of what were once ornate picture frames and glass display cases. Her mind began to wander to better days, days before the war.

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"Papa, may I please go with you? Pretty please!"

Ali's round,youthful cheeks filled with the upward turn of her dazzling smile. Carter Blaire stared down at his daughter with a sigh, and he scooped her up and into his strong arms. Ali had just 10 and was desperately wanting to accompany her father on one of his business meetings with an fellow associate of the law school. This was not just any outing, however, Mr. Blaire would be dining in one of the finest restaurants in New York. One heralded for its live band and tantalizing music. Carter touched his nose to Ali's and smiled as his eyes closed happily. Although he was a younger man, Mr. Blaire's eyes wrinkled with crow's feet and the lines of his forehead stuck out clearly as he spoke.

"Ali cat, I would take you in a heartbeat if I could. But this is business, darling. You'll be staying home with Gigi tonight. I'm sure your songs will be even more beautiful than any we'll hear tonight."

He brushed back her strawberry blonde curls with his hand and planted a kiss on her forehead before setting her down. Ali stuck out her bottom lip in protest, but quickly put it away as Carter's stern, steady gaze was directed at her. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and counted to five in her head.

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Ali opened her eyes in shock as the memory drifted beyond her reach and was replaced with the sound of a man's voice. She quickly pivoted on her heel to face the newcomer standing at her side. One of Ali's hands reached for something inside her coat, but rested there patiently as she scanned over the stranger with her eyes. He was a tall man and somewhat lanky in stature, but there was a power in his posture. His large glasses stood out starkly against his face, and his hair couldn't seem to decide which way to lie. He seemed an organized chaos to Ali as they stood looking at each other for a few brief moments. She blinked her blue eyes twice and shook her head slightly, trying in vain to remember what, or if, he had said anything to her earlier. Ali had been so deep in concentration she did not hear the man's exclamation echoing throughout the empty corridors. She gulped hard and forced an uncomfortable smile at the man before speaking.

"Silly me. I must have come to the wrong address again. I swear, I need to pay more attention!"

Her response did not match his statement, but she was operating under rouse for fear of being discovered snooping about. Ali's innocent face and convincing speech were enough to get her out of most scenarios. She kept her hand snugly tucked inside the inner pocket of her coat as she looked to the side of the man's shoulder. The door was still slightly cracked and small gusts of bitter cold seeped in through it. Ali shivered once more and stepped towards the entrance. The clip of her shoes rang loudly on the hard floor.

"If you'll excuse me sir, I was just..."

Ali's sentence trailed off as a strange whisper of a noise tickled her eardrums. She tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brows curiously. The waves in her hair rippled over the side of her shoulder as the faint sound continued to perplex her. She remembered the new acquaintance before her and looked back at him with wide eyes. What is he doing here? Could he have stumbled upon this place by accident? No. Don't be so stupid, Ali. Charles mentioned... Her crystal eyes shone with a newfound questioning as she spoke once more into the silence.

"I'm 'lost'. What's your excuse?"

Ali's words were tinted with sarcasm, a trait she had most certainly acquired from her father, as she straightened herself upright. She was certain her sudden change in demeanor would be noticeable, but couldn't stop curiosity from overwhelming her.

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

So sorry :( *virtual hugs*

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

I've been gone all day, but read through some of the OOC. Do I need to edit my post again as well? I'm at the "institute", but I didn't glamorize it by any means. Just don't want to offend anyone if I'm not going about this correctly.

**Also will get to work on interaction post with Atticus, Blackthorn!

***Also also... Thank you, Ruby. Just saw your post in the OOC.

King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable

*Woo me for keeping this old CS saved on my iphone notes :}



~Name~
Guinevere "Gwen"

~Age~
17 years

~Occupation~
Princess

~Description~
Guinevere is tall and strongly built like her father, but possesses the feminine features of her late mother. She stands at about 5'9", has long ashen blonde hair, and fierce blue eyes. Her jaw is slightly squared and accompanied by luscious lips. She has her father's long nose and stern brow line, but her mother's rosy cheeks and delicate blonde lashes. Guinevere usually intricately braids her hair into a half-ponytail and adds in the few wildflowers picked for her by strangers or wandering peasant children. She wears the noble dresses provided to her by her royal family, but always adds a light layer of specially made chain mail beneath her bodice. She also wears hunting boots rather than the frilly shoes from the palace.

~Personality~
Guinevere is bold and oppositional. She was raised in a royal home and taught by the finest of scholars for most of her life. From this she gained her vast knowledge and hunger to better herself. After her mother's death, Guinevere became calloused and emotionally guarded. She does not base her decisions on feelings and tends to think logically and leave everything to reasoning. Her father's insistence on treating her like a lady pushed Guinevere to seek out equality among men and women. She demanded to be trained privately in combat strategies and practiced battle techniques secretly in her spare time. She is skilled on horseback and can handle a hunting bow with great accuracy.

~Weapons~

Guinevere carries a valuable Hunting Bow she purchased from a notable guild of assassins in Carhaise's black market.

~Relations~
King Leodegrance who served Uther Pendragon and kept the Round Table for him.

~History~
Young Arthur began garnering support early for his foreboding war with King Rience. It was during one of these escapades that he met Guinevere's father and offered to defend his kingdom, Carhaise, from Rience's growing army. King Leodegrance had served under Arthur's blood father and had great admiration for the young boy's spirit and innate sense of leadership. Guinevere was betrothed to Arthur at this time as an act of gratitude. Guinevere protested the arrangement and insisted on her intentions to fight for her kingdom's freedom. Her father reluctantly asked her betrothed to let his daughter leave with him and his supporters to keep her mind away from the strife and misfortunes in her own kingdom. Arthur agreed, but Guinevere's desire to protect and serve only strengthened as they traveled throughout the land.

Pokemon: In The Shadow of a Rainbow

I hope so too!

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

I can edit up my post later, but our internet is being worked on currently and I have to type everything on my phone -_-; also... My grandpa's funeral is tomorrow :( so my muse is suffering slightly. Writing just helps.

X-men Noir: Let The Good Times Roll

A car's breaks screeched in protest as its gruff driver stuck his head through the window and muttered a strand of curses in Alison Blaire's direction. The teenage girl looked up from a leather notebook she held delicately in her hands and furrowed her brows at the man.

"It's called a cross-walk for a reason, asshole!"

Ali placed a hand across her lips as the foul word escaped her mouth and shook her head while rushing to the other side of the street. She began to think about what her father would say if he had witnessed the event. Alison Blaire, is that the image you want to portray for yourself in society? or No daughter of mine would stoop to using such hoodlum slang. Mr. Blaire was a stern parent with a very particular set of values and expectations for his only daughter. Her frequent trips to the Institute were definitely not something Carter would smile upon. Then again, Ali hadn't been completely honest with her father since the first night she had truly experienced herself.

Ali smiled at her high school friends from a crudely decorated stage. Bright lights glimmered around the small gymnasium and couples held each other awkwardly while swaying side to side. A small band accompanied the girl and played out a steady jazz rhythm. Ali held a copper microphone stand in both hands and hummed a soothing melody that echoed throughout the room.

Her grandmother had fashioned her a nice red cocktail dress for the occasion with the best material she could find in town. Ali's smile shone brighter than the red fibers of her dress as she belted the final note in unison with the saxophonist. All eyes turned to the stage and cheered jubilantly as Ali bowed slightly. Her entire body surged with excitement and warmth as her outstretched hands opened to the crowd. In that moment of pure bliss, Ali's hands erupted with blinding light.

The cheerful atmosphere soon turned to chaos as screams of agony pulsated through the air. Ali stood still, the shock of the situation apparent on her young face, and dropped the microphone stand to the ground. Everyone in the gymnasium was fumbling around in panic, completely blinded by the aura emitted from Ali's hands. Alison held her ears to block out the moaning and raced towards the fire doors. Cold air and the sound of the fire alarms rushed into the air as the terrified girl fled the scene without another note.

Alison shoved her hands and the leather notebook into the pockets of her navy coat and continued along the busted sidewalk towards Xavier's mansion. The sounds and smells of New York City were drowned out by Ali's buzzing thoughts. Charles had spoken with her about the "others", but Alison was unsure of what to expect from these mutants. She clenched her fists tightly in her pockets and blinked hard as uncomfortable images began seeping into her subconscious.

Before Ali knew it, she was staring up at the Institute's high, faded walls. She took a deep breath and tucked a stray strawberry blonde curl behind her ear before cautiously pushing open the door and stepping inside silently.