*pokes* I can use my finger, whatcha gonna use? Laughs... No, wait - don't tell me... Your cane?
Great post - bUT EVILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
I want some skin stuff to look like an old hag when needed.
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Hey you - Hope all is well!
If we want to collab a quick scene between Lauren and Reid for X's story to shut down the day we can. I'm working on one between Lauren and the commissioner, but she'll be returning to the car - and you after that. ??
Saw Son of God today - lovely movie.
If we want to collab a quick scene between Lauren and Reid for X's story to shut down the day we can. I'm working on one between Lauren and the commissioner, but she'll be returning to the car - and you after that. ??
Saw Son of God today - lovely movie.
Sara was more than surprised to hear some of Kelly's story, parts of it so very heartfelt and other parts of the picture showing him to be the jackass she believed him to be. Who would take money to leave the one they loved? Sure this story on being a martyr to her being with her family was a bit tainted, but Sara simply listened and decide to forgo judgement. She had left out most of the things that she would when talking to someone casually about her own life, so she dropped her stones and picked up the fork in front of her, a large bit of the cheesecake and a groan later she was smiling, picking at her edge of the dessert again.
"I haven't had a dessert in so long I honestly don't remember what it was or when I had it." She took another bite and sat back, her shoulders relaxing and her eyes closing as she simply let the beauty of the flavors rush across her taste buds and offer her a reprieve she needed badly. The side of her lovely mouth raised in a smirk and she refocused her gaze on him before speaking again, licking at her fork a few times to clean it off first. "I'd weigh a million pounds if you and I hung out to often, Dr. Scott."
The waitress dropped off the bill and Sara grabbed it up first, offering up her card and giving Kelly a look of determination while the waitress stood there awkwardly. She glared across the table and moved the dessert to the side, placing her elbow on the white stone and bending her arm, a tinkle in her eye as she gave into the most advantageous way of setting a dispute.
"Arm wrestle me for it." She smiled at the look on his face, knowing that he would go a little easy on her because she looked small and unable to really defeat someone in a challenge of this nature, but she had several trophies from her childhood and had studied the tendons and pressure points in the arm enough to know exactly what to do to not only win the advantage of paying the bill, but putting the macho man across from her in his place.
She licked her teeth to clean them and wagged her eyebrows at him. "Scared, Dr. Scott?"
"I haven't had a dessert in so long I honestly don't remember what it was or when I had it." She took another bite and sat back, her shoulders relaxing and her eyes closing as she simply let the beauty of the flavors rush across her taste buds and offer her a reprieve she needed badly. The side of her lovely mouth raised in a smirk and she refocused her gaze on him before speaking again, licking at her fork a few times to clean it off first. "I'd weigh a million pounds if you and I hung out to often, Dr. Scott."
The waitress dropped off the bill and Sara grabbed it up first, offering up her card and giving Kelly a look of determination while the waitress stood there awkwardly. She glared across the table and moved the dessert to the side, placing her elbow on the white stone and bending her arm, a tinkle in her eye as she gave into the most advantageous way of setting a dispute.
"Arm wrestle me for it." She smiled at the look on his face, knowing that he would go a little easy on her because she looked small and unable to really defeat someone in a challenge of this nature, but she had several trophies from her childhood and had studied the tendons and pressure points in the arm enough to know exactly what to do to not only win the advantage of paying the bill, but putting the macho man across from her in his place.
She licked her teeth to clean them and wagged her eyebrows at him. "Scared, Dr. Scott?"
Amen... I just got home. I'll be posting later tonight. :)
Almost the weekend, right?
Almost the weekend, right?
You guys tell Nyx happy birthday!! It's today. :)
Ivy listened carefully to Canis, her eyes focused on him and the way in which he conducted herself. Though she agreed not with her station in life she knew that there would be a chance to move up and if killing her old friend, Heimdal was the last move to checkmate then she'd have no problem finishing the race laid before her. Various members of the new slave class before her stepped up and tried to dance with her equals, a smile touching her lovely mouth here and there as they failed, some more miserably than others. Lumina almost moved forward to fight one of the men, but knew her place and waited for Canis to give her a welcome mat upon which to wipe her feat. Her trident and net sat just before her, but it was simply her dagger in which she would provide a lesson to the beautiful young woman that declared bravery or stupidity by stepping forward.
The invitation was given and Ivy smiled at the girl with wicked intent, stepping forward and sliding her blade into the side of her loin cloth, her head tilting just so as she let her eyes offer no solace or reprieve. "Do you believe in hell, girl? Do you know what it feels like to have the devil himself bend upon you and strip you of everything you believe to be yours?" She smiled and gave the girl a 'come-hither' with the fingers of one hand, the other languidly by her side. "No? Well, let me show you..."
Nairi snorted her amusement, feeling quite disappointed that she'd be facing a woman. Exactly as it was on the selling block, here it appeared that a person's worth was measured on scales marked apart by gender. Or maybe it was simply because she was the only one left yet to fight, aside from the Dominus himself. A quick look to the side and she saw her preferred opponent; the man who brutalized the first challenger. Even though the entire situation was an extremity compared to norm, there was something in him that didn't sit right. He looked more than hungry, as if he existed not for the thrill, not only to inflict pain, but to see his enemy suffer. It was saddistic and sick the look he gave as his pulped 'pupil' was dragged away. She wanted the chance to carve him a new look.
The woman she was to face now looked more refined, if that was possible. She had the bearing of a true battle maiden, fierce and true to the sport - no - the Art of war that is combat. Nairi gave her a solid gaze and moved toward the starting point. From the weapons on offer, she selected what felt most familiar; twin pugiones. A few times before, she had pulled a similar weapon from that sweet spot between the spine and neck, usually after a flurry of blind stabs and slashing. Wielding two of them would give some sort of an advantage, she thought. Looking directly into the woman's eyes, she smiled and drew the blades against each other, the sound of metal against metal ringing a shrill tune. Compared to her own lean and slender form, Luminia's towering physique was packed with hard muscle and extreme curves. The woman was still gorgeous, hard as it was to believe and admit. Nairi drew the blades a final time and brought them down about her in a half-arc from the centre.
"Just show me how you look when you lose!" The last word came out like a roar, and the smaller woman launched herself at the Doctore with cross-crossing slashes. Her movements were quick and wild, their direction for the moment was straight, and her sights narrowed on the exposed belly ahead.
A smile touched Ivy's lips as she moved with ease to the side, the girl a fireball and full of piss and vinegar. She liked her already, but had a lesson to teach the young thing and it was best learned day one rather than meeting death head on day two. As she moved to the side her fingers wrapped tightly around the girls upper arm, pulling hard and pressing her front to the girls back. The battle was no match at all and yet it was really more about taking ones place so that the gladiators might give them rise to a higher calling, a deeper purpose. Her blade was drawn with speed and experience before the smaller women could fathom what had taken place, the blade pressed to her throat and Lumina to her back, her lips near her small ear.
"That is where you've made your first mistake, little one... that you'd ever get the opportunity to see my face." She pushed the knife in a little, but with an arm tucked behind her back, the point was proven and Ivy let her go, pushing her off and walking toward her fellow Doctores with a shake of her head. "I'll need to fight one of you later to remember how it is to be challenged."
The invitation was given and Ivy smiled at the girl with wicked intent, stepping forward and sliding her blade into the side of her loin cloth, her head tilting just so as she let her eyes offer no solace or reprieve. "Do you believe in hell, girl? Do you know what it feels like to have the devil himself bend upon you and strip you of everything you believe to be yours?" She smiled and gave the girl a 'come-hither' with the fingers of one hand, the other languidly by her side. "No? Well, let me show you..."
Nairi snorted her amusement, feeling quite disappointed that she'd be facing a woman. Exactly as it was on the selling block, here it appeared that a person's worth was measured on scales marked apart by gender. Or maybe it was simply because she was the only one left yet to fight, aside from the Dominus himself. A quick look to the side and she saw her preferred opponent; the man who brutalized the first challenger. Even though the entire situation was an extremity compared to norm, there was something in him that didn't sit right. He looked more than hungry, as if he existed not for the thrill, not only to inflict pain, but to see his enemy suffer. It was saddistic and sick the look he gave as his pulped 'pupil' was dragged away. She wanted the chance to carve him a new look.
The woman she was to face now looked more refined, if that was possible. She had the bearing of a true battle maiden, fierce and true to the sport - no - the Art of war that is combat. Nairi gave her a solid gaze and moved toward the starting point. From the weapons on offer, she selected what felt most familiar; twin pugiones. A few times before, she had pulled a similar weapon from that sweet spot between the spine and neck, usually after a flurry of blind stabs and slashing. Wielding two of them would give some sort of an advantage, she thought. Looking directly into the woman's eyes, she smiled and drew the blades against each other, the sound of metal against metal ringing a shrill tune. Compared to her own lean and slender form, Luminia's towering physique was packed with hard muscle and extreme curves. The woman was still gorgeous, hard as it was to believe and admit. Nairi drew the blades a final time and brought them down about her in a half-arc from the centre.
"Just show me how you look when you lose!" The last word came out like a roar, and the smaller woman launched herself at the Doctore with cross-crossing slashes. Her movements were quick and wild, their direction for the moment was straight, and her sights narrowed on the exposed belly ahead.
A smile touched Ivy's lips as she moved with ease to the side, the girl a fireball and full of piss and vinegar. She liked her already, but had a lesson to teach the young thing and it was best learned day one rather than meeting death head on day two. As she moved to the side her fingers wrapped tightly around the girls upper arm, pulling hard and pressing her front to the girls back. The battle was no match at all and yet it was really more about taking ones place so that the gladiators might give them rise to a higher calling, a deeper purpose. Her blade was drawn with speed and experience before the smaller women could fathom what had taken place, the blade pressed to her throat and Lumina to her back, her lips near her small ear.
"That is where you've made your first mistake, little one... that you'd ever get the opportunity to see my face." She pushed the knife in a little, but with an arm tucked behind her back, the point was proven and Ivy let her go, pushing her off and walking toward her fellow Doctores with a shake of her head. "I'll need to fight one of you later to remember how it is to be challenged."
Zombie Jon I shall call you and poke at you - I shall. :)
Sounds lovely. :)
Oh yeah? *smiles and wags eyebrows*
Hope your day is going great.
Hope your day is going great.
She meant undies, not socks. Keep the socks.
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