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{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

@Rydude17
While your character is well written and interesting. Both @Aerandir and I agree, no one who isn't human would make it up that far into the ranks of the castle let alone, work under neath the king. The people of the kingdom, are highly prejudice and even racist against other humans, i.e. the veiled ones. Especially the King himself. He's really messed up and would never allow such a thing.

For you question earlier about races being on other continents, the races are dwindling in numbers. There are not undiscovered continents with them in larger numbers. There will be a plot point to come in that explains why so few exist of the races now. Maybe in the future we can explore small hidden villages of just the specific races. But not whole continents.

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

@Rydude17
We have decided that humanoid races are okay but it is important to note that, like Aer said, they are far and few in between. There isn't just a whole race of them as there are with humans. There are the few hidden amongst the humans, ridiculed for their difference, most likely needing to find ways to keep their true selves hidden.

Now for religion, the main religion is basically Christianity. There is one main god worshiped by most minus the veiled ones who worship many gods. But you are welcome to create your own religion as you see fit. If you do, if you could provide a small description of just the religion so I can add it to the main post it would be much appreciated.

@Chiro
I like your character so far, she looks quite interesting. I'm curious as to how she will react to my princess character I'm bringing back from the old one ;)
I'm excited to see the finished product

Rebellion is our Calling! - Revive

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{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

Thank you to the original creator of the roleplay! Thank you for creating such an amazing world that could be revived, many of us were sad to see it die when it did. All credit for the world goes to @OneStoryToMany!

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@Sailorsadie@Wick@Aerandir@pandapolio@sly13@knightTeutonic@Nymeria@AtomicNut@Joker892@Raylah@LordofthePies@Dusty@spencerishere

If you guys want to bring back old characters, feel free to do so. Or make new ones. The choice is yours!

{Open to Application} Rebellion is Our Calling - Revive

The call for rebellion in Tricaelia seeks us all...

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The kingdom of Tricaelia, home of noble blood and righteous greed

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Is there no way to survive in a cruel world? Where mothers and fathers eat their children so they won't starve, where brothers will send each other to the gallows just for a bit of gold or prestige. This kingdom is falling fast. The king and his family are insane, the advisers are greedy backstabbers only interested in their own feeble power. What say you? Will you join our fight?

Who will you be in this Kingdom torn by fear and greed? When you look at who offers you home, you must consider your choices wisely. For each of us are called to do our duty, either by sword or word. Who are you?

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In this Kingdom of noble-birth, you are gifted an ability in politics and power. For who would stand against a man with that monster of a King at your back? King Willum Tricaelian is the ruler of Tricaelia, and leads with an iron fist. With the the Vanguard as his personal bodyguards and attack dogs to hold the people in place with fear. His rule has been long and brutal, the people fear him more than they respect them, and the rebellion would be the welcome change they need.
So that's where you brave players come in. You know what this kingdom is going through, and you know what you've gone through. So make your decision, are you on the side of the Kingdom? Do you root for the Vanguard?
...Or follow Shrikant into the deserts? The Veiled Ones are a group working against the Kingdom to save their people from his tyrannical regime, and they have made allies with the Ouroboros an organization shrouded in mystery. Their Leader is completely unknown. The little knowledge the kingdom has been able to access has just led to more confusion than answers, leaving the Ouroboros as an enemy hidden behind their closed doors.
What destiny will you choose? Whose side will be the correct choice? And what will the future bring to us?

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Maps of interest

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Map of Tricaelia

This will be continually updated

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Characters of Interest

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King Willum

King Willum

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Name
King Willum Ayrshire Tricaelian, The Endless Reign

Race/Faction
The Kingdom of Tricaelia

Age
47

Description
An extremely tall and broad man, King Willum is 6' 5" and weighs about 260 lbs. He has light brown hair, and brown eyes. On top of that there is a sense of power around him. An imposing nose, and full lips surrounded by a goatee gives him a traditionally masculine appearance. Considered to be handsome by a vast majority of his kingdom, this king feels very self assured in his appearance.

Class
King of Tricaelia, Ruler of All

Motivation
King Willum isn't entirely certain what motivates him anymore. Other than a sense of superiority and a need to destroy that which denies him, he is mostly apathetic in life. Though growing his children into the most powerful leaders of their time has become a near obsession for the man, despite not knowing why.

History
Tricaelia's complicated history and lore will unfold as IC progresses.

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Strengths
A long time King is skilled in a silver tongue. Whether to be a sharp razor or a sweet treat, this man knows his way around words. Educated from an early age, there are few people who are as knowledgeable about the world as the King, and even fewer still who have his knowledge regarding magic and its various uses, he was a prodigy with blade and spell growing up, despite the prejudice his title saved him from open hostility about it. Lastly, this King seems to have some unnatural ability to be good at just about anything he picks up, no one is sure why, but it seems to be a trait of all of the Kings of Tricaelia, as the Right To Rule is shown, they rule over even the most inconsequential of things.

Weaknesses
King Willum is said to be without flaw or weakness, at least if anyone can hear you that is what you say. The man truly has a quick temper, and is incapable of "letting things go." He is impatient, and cares little for his people, you could even say that he is openly hostile towards them. Most importantly there is a hidden madness eating away at him slowly.

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What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Most importantly King of Tricaelia, Willum Ayrshire Tricaelian, the Endless Reign, is the most important thing to know.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
There is nothing that stops Willum from destroying everything that stands in his way. even if that is his family...or himself.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
King Willum is in the most important position to influence an entire country. To question this power is to invite death to your household for tea.

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Queen Erissabette

Queen Eris

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Name
King's Consort, Queen Erissabette Tricaelian, The Beautiful

Race/Faction
The Kingdom of Tricaelia

Age
It is impolite to ask a lady her age!

Description
Slender and delicate in appearance, it is unknown why but the Queen has adopted a more traditional appearance since ascending to her position, though she has worked hard to encourage the ladies of her court to wear more pleasing attire, stating that she chooses the appearance for personal reasons.

Class
Queen of Tricaelia, King's Consort

Motivation
Queen Eris is publicly motivated to provide the best for her children. her personal motivations are a secret she holds tight to her chest.

History
Tricaelia's complicated history and lore will unfold as IC progresses.

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Strengths
A diplomat naturally, the Queen has spent years learning how to walk among people of all types and make more friends than enemies along her path, though at times she chooses to antagonize and get the same results, she seems wise beyond her years, and is is unknown how good she is at divining the truth and information she shouldn't know, but tends to have an eclectic mix of knowledge that most couldn't keep up even when they have trained for it.

Weaknesses
Queen Eris loves her children to the ends of the world, unfortunately this blinds her to any faults they might have. She is also easily manipulated through them. She is trapped in a loveless marriage that was once the world to her, leading to a depression she struggles with at times, going so far as to force herself to face her husband and try to get the feeling for him back but cannot. This stays her hands when she knows the truth.

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What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Queen Eris cares for the people, but is hampered by her husband.

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Queen Eris' secrets hold her in a tightly clenched fist.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
Queen Eris is the Queen of her country and is the closest advisor to the Queen. While she does not agree with his plans, she does help him despite her misgivings.

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The Leader of the Ouroboros

Name
Unknown to outsiders

Race/Faction
The Ouroboros

Age
Born 267 years ago.

Description
Unknown

Class
Magic Worker

Motivation
Revenge is both the source of her strength, and her last remaining motivation in life is to see the throne fall.

History
Unknown

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Strengths
Unknown

Weakness
Unknown

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What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Her identity

What is your character's greatest flaw?
Revenge is the only thing she can think about, she is driven to find it no matter the cost.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?
She has been influencing this country for over 200 years. She knows what she is doing to some extent.

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Factions of Interest

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The Vanguard

Name
The Vanguard

Race/Faction
Soldiers tasked with protecting the throne

Age
Founded 356 years ago

Motivation
To protect the royal throne and the country as a whole.

History
The Vanguard has been around for several hundred years, and to do their history justice would take more time than available to describe. Some of the most important events however are these:
In the beginning, the Vanguard was a small guild devoted to being highly skilled mercenaries who worked out of Tricaelia, however in their 15th year of founding the then King, King Byron Reise Tricaelian, hired them to act as bodyguards to his daughter Princess Ameliadae, who was considered the most beautiful woman in her time, from being kidnapped by a group of renegades during a rebellion. After protecting her for 16 years faithfully, King Byron rehired them as the personal bodyguards for the entire royal family.
20 years later, and the group had grown into the military during the war with Druitar. Their abilities on the battlefield had thrown everyone into madness. After destroying the front lines they began to give Tricaelia the upper hand leading to the first signing of the peace with Druitar and Tricaelia, Queen Ameliadae being extremely proud of her warriors and bestowing on them lands and influence above most of the present forces and guilds. After being elevated in such a way they began recruiting people directly from the military and the provost's (to clarify, the police.) and rotating them between whatever war front (if applicable) and patrolling the streets. Unlike most elite groups they did not prevent commoners from entering their group, however the prejudice did exist and the majority of individuals remained nobles' second sons or the lower houses.
For the next 200 years the Vanguard held up as the strongest force on Vraca (the continent this takes place in) and have only increased the rigor of training and expectation. At this time, there is no known force that is more powerful.

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Strengths
The Vanguard are an elite force of swordsmen and shield-bearers, experienced fighters who know both the front lines of war, and patrol in the mean streets of the poorest neighborhoods. On top of that, they are trained in disaster relief and first aid, they are the first teams sent out in reaction to national emergencies. A select few are trained in counter measures of magic work and know most of the common ways of preventing or subverting magic.

Weaknesses
The Vanguard tends to follow the King blindly. Some are steadfastly loyal and unquestioning towards the king, some are more aware of the consequences of that mindset. They are also prejudiced against magic users on a more general level, which pits them against most magical groups and guilds.

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What is the most important thing to know about your Faction?
The Vanguard is the King's personal bodyguards and attack dogs. They do not hesitate when involving their duty. Each one of these men are extremely capable powerhouses in their own regard.

What is your Faction's greatest flaw?
They follow the King without hesitation or question. While the people who are a part of the Vanguard are not evil, they commit acts that would be recognized as such if not for their protection from moral questioning by those who are dead.

Why should this Faction be in a position to influence an entire country?
The Vanguard is the elite force belonging directly to the throne. They influence the country through defense of their king and domination of their enemies through their king's commands.

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The Veiled Ones/Shrikanti

Name
The Veiled Ones

Race/Faction
Shrikanti/Mistos

Age
Unknown, but it has lasted much longer than Tricaelia.

Motivation
To remove Tricaelia's control from the deserts of their homeland and more specifically out of Laralel the Pearl by the Ocean.

Description
A race of people currently living in the Desert to the West of the Kingdom, with the majority of their people living in Laralel, The Pearl by the Ocean. They're a mostly nomadic tribe, however, they have 3 major cities. They are traders with an unknown amount of wealth. Sometimes an over-abundance. Sometimes they cannot feed their children. They travel throughout the Lands and trade with different peoples. Their weaving is considered extremely valuable and the Court Ladies in Tricaelia compete to have the cloth. However, they have their own fighting and magic systems. They use a curved sword and a form of martial arts that is based on dance movements to strike the enemy down. They are fast and graceful. Men become warriors. Their women become witches. their magic is curses, minor healings, and drawing water up from the ground or out of the air. They work in groups, no single Witch will attempt to take a group of enemies down, however, they could. (If you want to play a male who uses magic or female who uses a sword that is not forbidden but they'd be kind of an outcast to society at large).
They worship Sol, the Life Giver and Death Bringer. Shrikant, Desert wind. Macea, the lady of the Oasis. Basic religious ideology is that Sol is neither male nor female, but the creator of Shrikant and Macea who came together and gave birth to the world at large.
There is some sexism within their culture however, they have female tribal leaders and the Witch covens have power throughout their people.

History
Unknown, as they have little to no written history.

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Strengths
A hardy people who know suffering, but have not fallen to it. They are warriors who know how to go days in the worst of conditions, without food or water, and still fight at the end of it. Mothers who can feed their children with nothing but sand to see for miles. But they are also merchants and traders, knowing the value of things in an almost intrinsic way. They also have a rich oral tradition, though they do have writing even if not everyone knows how to write.

Weaknesses
They are extremely insular, and have an us versus them mentality. Anyone who does not fit the mold is considered an enemy and will be held at arms length. They are poor more often than rich, so their city is literally built from canvas and twine, their people hunger and knowledge is scarce and is considered a valuable commodity to the point that individuals do horde it at the cost of others' loss.

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What is the most important thing to know about your Faction?
The Veiled ones are a under-estimated group because of their poor conditions, most do not know the exact power they hold. Very few enemies have survived angering these people, and they will show everyone how they can bite back harder than they were bit.

What is your Faction's greatest flaw?
Their insular nature makes trade, their livelihood, much more difficult than it needs to be. Unlike most groups that deal with barter and goods they can't open their arms to new peoples and short themselves in the long run. To survive this mentality must change.

Why should this Faction be in a position to influence an entire country?
They are not quite in the most prime position to influence anyone outside of their own lands. However their interests in Tricaelia are purely related to getting Tricaelia OUT of their lands, and they can do that with a vengeance.

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The Ouroboros

Name
The Ouroboros

Race/Faction
Mystic cannibalistic wizards

Age
Founded 290 years ago.

Description
An organization that is held to be myth by most, few believe in their existence, and of those who do believe they exist even fewer believe the stories about cannibalism and leader who has lived for the entirety of it's existence. Even fewer believe that they are capable of instigating a war between Tricaelia and them thinking they are to weak to do such a thing. They are shrouded in mystery and speculation, but what is known about them rivals expectations. The Ouroboros have a hierarchical order.

Scales = Outer defense/first layer of security. Generally weak or non magic users who aren't aware they are part of Ouroboros. Bandits, thieves, and small gangs that act as the footsoldiers and scouts.

Bones = the support. Healers, or merchants who support the organization through various actions.

Liver = The individuals tasked with the dirty work. THey clean up the messes and deal with internal conflicts. The cleaners and internal affairs for the operation

Heart = The instinct and emotional driven members. Some of the most powerful are located here. However, they are young or inexperienced. Some have been driven insane by the abilities of the Ouroboros.

Throat = The orators, and "voices" of the group. They strike the deals, they instigate war, they know what to say when to say it, and who to say it to.

The Teeth = 32 members of offensive powerhouses who's positions can only be lost through death. Even if they betray the organization (which wouldn't happen.) They would remain as a Tooth of the Ouroboros, however....the liver might just have a nice little meal later that evening.

The Eyes and The Ears = A four-member team acting as the knowledge gatherers. They are the greatest diviners and spies. Each takes the right or left position one eye and one ear. One skilled in the physical, one in the magical. However, do not underestimate any of them. They're all powerful by themselves.

The Brain = The defacto leader of the organization. She holds all knowledge and controls all actions. She is immortal in thought and deed. Infallible and perfect. However, she is endlessly hungry and incapable of self-control. She is held in check by the Head (The combined power of The Teeth and The Eyes and Ears.) and tempered by the Heart.

The Tail is a core knowledge in the Ouroboros in the ranks from Liver up through Brain. We consume ourselves until the end of time, to be reborn anew in shapes we never knew. All can rise, and All can fall.
Not one member can remain where they are indefinitely, and more importantly...The Head's duty is to watch over the rest of the Ouroboros util the end of time. Not one member is without value, all will take their turn in the Stomach.

The Stomach = A group removed from the hierarchy of the organization. They prepare the individuals so that specific skills, knowledge, or mental states can be drawn out of the flesh and be imbued into the bodies of those to take their place. A member of the Ouroboros will eventually become the meal of Ouroboros, and the Brain is one who has devoured each and every position and has grown to know all of the Ouroboros and lived the lives of a Thousand Men. But even she will fall to the blades of the Stomach.

Motivation
To get revenge on Tricaelia and their throne in particular, to bring Tricaelia into a state of chaos

History
The Ouroboros are a very mysterious and isolated people. More will be revealed as IC develops.

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Strengths
As powerful magic users they have collected, through various means, one of the most vast collections of magical and historical knowledge. On top of that, while specific individuals within the order are not immortal their knowledge and skills are not lost, just passed on to the next to take their place. With some of the best information gathering techniques currently available to them, they are more aware of movements by their enemies than those enemies could expect.

Weaknesses
On the downside, as powerful magic users, they are weak when it comes to physical actions. While they can use their magic to sort most of these types of problems, magic does have its limits and they can't reach beyond those limits. ON top of that they've learned to value the life of humans lowly, including their own, believing that their "reincarnation" is a path to eternal life, which leads to them taking risky steps they otherwise shouldn't. Most importantly, they can not find common ground with the people and without that, they'll only ever be half successful in their endeavors.

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What is the most important thing to know about your faction?
Not only are most of the stories about them true, some are not deep enough to really explain the situation clear enough.

What is your faction's greatest flaw?
They are monsters in thought and deed however they do believe that if Tricaelia loses power they can place a new power into the throne and "fix" everything that was done wrong by the Tricaelian kings.

Why should your faction be in a position to influence an entire country?
They have been scheming, plotting, and infiltrating the kingdom for a long time. They worked for the position to influence that kingdom.

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The Woodsmen

Name: The Woodsmen

Race/Faction: The Kingdom of Tricaelia

Age: 300 years

Description: The Woodsmen is a guild essentially of scouts/spies, and keeping the peace. Despite its long lasting presence, it has remained relatively small because of how they operate. However the size of the guild is unknown to anyone. Even the king. It’s also rumored other branches of the guild have gone out, and they operate worldwide.

Motivation: They look to the future of the kingdom, all they do is in service to that goal.

History: The Woodsmen’s history is covered with mystery, no one really remembers how they came to be, But the only thing known for fact is they started in Tricealia. They keep meticulous records of everything that happens in the kingdom. This vault, which holds all this knowlege is unknown to anyone but a handful of higher ranked Woodsmen. They trade knowledge often with other branches around the world. They have a headquarters somewhere outside of the capital.

Strengths:

With three hundred years of making connections and keeping meticulous records, they almost always have leverage over some Lord or another.

Their abilities to keep secrets on their numbers and whereabouts and operations makes them a dangerous group because of the unknown factor.

They are legendary archers, and masters of stealth.

Weakness:
Because their secrecy, they've gotten a dark reputation as black magic Sorcerers. Most of the commoners and lords fear them because of that. While it can be considered a strength, it does make it hard to gain trust at times.

What is the most important thing to know about your guild?

If you make a friend with a Woodsman, you make a friend with the entire guild.

What is your guild's greatest flaw?

Their secrecy hinders their growth, and building trust.

Why should your guild be in a position to influence an entire country?
With connections and access to entire libraries of info on everyone of importance. Having the Woodsmen guild on your side almost always guarantees success.

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Character Sheet

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Skeleton

Name: Character Sheet Skeleton

Race/Faction: NPC

Age: N/A

Description: A well-constructed description totaling five sentences and a picture. Preferably a realistic one, however, if you can't find one you like animation is tolerable. If you would prefer to use just written description this is acceptable, just be certain to use two well-written paragraphs to describe your character. I should have some form of mental image for this character.

"Class": Are you a warrior? A mage of some form? Just a regular citizen dragged into a cesspit of a political drama?

Motivation: What drives your character through this campaign?

History: What is your past? What are you running from? What are you trying to save? Or destroy? Is your background noble? Common? Who are you and what makes you, you?

Strengths: 3-5 Strengths of your character. Personal, physical, or mental.

Weakness: 3-5 Weaknesses your character possesses. Personal, physical, or mental.

What is the most important thing to know about your character?

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?

One paragraph writing example of dialogue or interaction with another character plus a second paragraph writing example of combat. If your character is a non-combatant (i.e. specializes in healing) use whatever specialization that character would have for the second paragraph.

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Guild Sheet

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Guild Skeleton

Name: The name of your guild.

Race/Faction: Is your guild faction aligned? Is it full of racists?

Age: How long has your guild existed for?

Description: A well-constructed description totaling two paragraphs describing what your guild does, it's shape, and other important factors within it.

Motivation: What drives your guild through this campaign?

History: What is your past? What are you running from? What are you trying to save? Or destroy? Is your background noble? Common? Who are you and what makes you, you?

Strengths: 3-5 Strengths of your guild. Personal, physical, or mental. (As applicable)

Weakness: 3-5 Weaknesses your guild possesses. Personal, physical, or mental. (As applicable)

What is the most important thing to know about your guild?

What is your guild's greatest flaw?

Why should your guild be in a position to influence an entire country?

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RULES

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• No God-Modding, even my extremely God seeming character has her flaws. And she will die. So guess what?
• Respect is extremely important, so far everyone has been able to do it, so you should be able to as well.
• Have your character approved before posting in the character tab. If you are bringing back a character, it is pre-approved.
• Posting rule is as follows: post when you are able, if you aren't going to post for a while inform myself or make a public notice OOC
• Have FUN!

CANCELLED.

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“Duke, what should we do tonight?” Josie asked her dog as she sat strewn across the sofa.
Duke cocked his head, his ears perking up as he heard his name.

“Great idea. A lazy movie night while everyone else is having a movie night with their boo.”
Duke laid his head down on the couch looking up at Josie.

“No Duke I’m not jealous of all of them. Okay maybe a bit, I told you about DJ boy right… Yeah. I did.”
She looked at her dog who was staring back.

“Hey I get to think about him as much as I want when he stole my first kiss.”
Duke licked his nose.

“No I don’t mean stole in a bad way, of course it wasn’t horrible. Just not what I thought would happen. Why do you have to bring him up?”
A whine was heard in reply.

“Hey you asked me if I was jealous, so yes you are to blame.”
He licked her cheek.

“Ok, ok. No boys tonight, well minus you. We are gonna watch a musical and dance and sing our hearts out!”

Josie hopped up and ran to the kitchen, Duke letting out a bark and following behind her. She immediately got to work on dinner along with a bunch of snack foods for the movies. Once everything was complete she set everything out in front of the television in the living room and plopped down on the couch with Duke by her side.

“Mamma Mia or Greatest Showman?” The dancer looked at her dog and nodded looking back to the TV. “Great choice, Mamma Mia it is.” Starting the movie, Josie leaned back in the couch eating her dinner. Occasionally slipping food to Duke, other times accidentally losing food off the plate as she sang and danced along with the movie. Duke happily cleaning up after her.

It wasn’t until halfway through the second Mamma Mia movie that her night was interrupted by a video call popping up on the screen from the last person she expected to get a call from.

Seeing his name pop up on the screen caused Josie to squeal and immediately move the popcorn bowl she was eating from to the table. At the same time she informed her assistant to answer the call.

“TREVOR! MY FAVORITE BROTHER!!”

Trevor chuckled, shaking his head at his sister. “I’m your only brother JC.”

“Thus why you are my favorite.” Josie winked at her brother, a grin on her face. “So how’s my favorite army lieutenant? Any top secret missions? Like finally asking that mystery girl out?”

“What mystery girl? I have no idea what you are talking about. I can’t have a mystery girl to ask out when I have a girlfriend Jo.”

“You do too know what I’m talk-” She paused as what he said sank in, “YOU HAVE A WHAT!? It’s about damn time. With all those ‘I’m asking for a friend on advice with a girl’. You aren’t sneaky at all T. In fact it was hella obvious. Now what’s her name? What does she look like? When can I meet her?”

“Was it really that obvious I thought I was doing good at making it not so obvious… Oh well. But you will meet her and get to know more about her when I feel like our relationship is ready for that. I’ve never been one for something serious but this girl is different, I want to make sure we are good before bringing the family into this. Especially dad. I think you’d really like her JC, I know I do.” Trevor was smiling to himself as he talked about the girl he was now dating. All Josie could do was smile widely seeing her brother like this. When he looked up and saw her smiling at him, he immediately was confused. “What? Why are you smiling like a creep?”

“Look at my brother, being all romantic and shit. Who knew you had it in you. Well actually we all did, but I’m happy for you Trevor. That’s why I’m smiling. Now have you told dad?”

“Actually yes I have. Just got off the phone with him. He’s a bit skeptical but for now he is supportive seeing as she is a nurse. That sold it for him. But dad is why I called you sis.” Josie paled hearing her brother’s tone change. “He knows you were at the Hemsley’s party. He doesn’t know if you drank or did drugs or not but he doesn’t seem to care. He is pissed about you going to that party. He didn’t tell me his plans for punishment, but he said he is going to wait to do so until he gets home next week and can be there to ensure your punishment is actually fulfilled. My guess is something close to hell week, that is what I got out of his angry mutterings at least. Just prepare yourself for hell Josie. I’ll be just a text away.” The two bid each other goodbye and Josie was left to dwell on that information.

Josie sat there in silence after hearing what her brother had to say, her mind was working on overdrive and she had no idea what to do or expect. Her brother was right though, she needed to prepare for hell. Her father had always run the house like a military camp since her mother’s passing so there was no doubt about it...

Hell.
Was.
Coming.

CANCELLED.

Malori Byrd

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17

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Female

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Pansexual

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Single as a Pringle

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Works part-time at a drive-in restaurant by the name of 'Rudy's' as a roller skate waitress. She loves the place due to its vintage vibes. Malori is also self-employed at her home, out of garage auto body shop.

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Junior

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Gearhead/Artist

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W H O A M I ?

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| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |

• Always drums her fingers along to music while in a car
• Wall full of shelves containing her huge record collection
• Loves the water but she can't swim

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Malori wants to own her own body shop one day. One complete with a vintage look along with some graffiti mixed in.

| | L I K E S | |

• Nighttime, she loves looking at the stars which typically requires driving away from the city and all its lights
• Snack Food. She just has an enjoyment for the simple, light food that you would eat for snacks.
• Driving. Fast, slow, cruising. It doesn't matter as long as she is in a car the scenery passing her by. Hell she doesn't even need to always be the one to drive, she also just enjoys being in a car just going somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere.
• Graffiti - She is a graffiti artist, her designs being found all over town.

• Grease, the movie. The songs are catchy and good but the best part of the movie musical is mainly the car and the song, Grease Lightning. It is the reason her first car was a 1946 Ford convertible that she painted to be just like the one in the movie.
• Car Makeovers - She has a talent for painting cars and designing a whole new look for the exterior and interior. She runs a Body Shop out of her garage for anyone willing to pay, although she will do it for her friends for only the price of food.
• Racing. She doesn't race herself, but she enjoys watching her friends race along with strangers racing.
• Vintage - she loves dressing in a modern vintage style along with collecting vintage records. Malori has a special appreciation of anything considered vintage in the world, especially cars and records as stated before.

| | D I S L I K E S | |

• Running - why run when you can drive?
• Romance - her parents are divorced and her father seems to have a new girlfriend every week, not to mention her tries at romance have only ended poorly so she stopped trying. Her family just seems to be Bad at Love.
• Bugs, have you seen some of those creepier ones...
• Seafood
• Ugly Cars. Just let her do her magic so it isn't that ugly puke green.

| | F E A R S | |

• Ending up like her parents, loveless and divorced.
• Fire, small fires like campfires are fine from a distance but things like bonfires freak her out
• Dying young

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

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"My past?
You wanna know it?
Not happening.
Maybe one day you will be worthy of knowing, today isn't the day."

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A C A D E M I C S

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| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |

• Street races
• Skipping school

| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |

| B E S T |

• Art
• Auto Body Shop - well minus the mechanical half of stuff, so it is her best and worst

| W O R S T |

• Auto Body Shop - the mechanical side of it
• English Lit

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E X T R A N O T E S

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Dialogue Color : B8BBCF | FC : Halsey

BHHS Need to Know

1. The Unholy Trinity is the original 'HOT' girls group name. It's now HOT girls because Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie spell out H.O.T. with their first initials.
2. The Candies are lead by one of the HOT girls Ophelia, who doesn't quite understand the true purpose of the candies yet. The true purpose is love with some matchmaking mixed in.
3. The Elite was lead by the one and only Bryant O'Connor consisting of five boys total. Five people who actually stood against the Trinity. Now the Elite is left to Connor's song Damian, the hope is that he will follow in his father's footsteps and create a group to stand against the new Unholy Trinity, the H.O.T. Girls.

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with @Lovely Complex
And small bits from @Hey Im Jordan as Ashton
Thursday afternoon Flashback}

The breeze blew softly around the small deer as the grass tickled the bottom of her feet. The occasional shift in the air brought her wide eyes to the street to watch passing cars before she would look right back down to the grass in front of her and continue to enjoy her walk, naively unaware of the hunter stalking his prey.

The hunter stood perched on a street corner, constantly looking over his shoulder. Checking for the predator his mind feared. His leg bounced, his mind only having one thing running through it. The one thing he needed to live his day to day life yet had been without for almost a week now. Having run out of options, he decided to target the way he knew he could think to get what he wanted. He had to hunt down a specific tiny deer.

When the tiny deer walked into his field of vision, blissfully unaware of the fact she was being hunted, the man immediately began his hunt. Stalking behind his prey, a good 50 ft back, he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. An opportunity that would have less of a chance of anyone seeing and more of a chance of his success. The hunt ended when the deer turned onto an empty street, the hunter taking the lack of people at the time as the perfect chance to strike his prey. The poor deer never saw it coming.

One moment Fawn was enjoying the soft grass on her feet and the next she had her back pinned against a nearby tree, a wild looking man holding her shoulders to keep her in place. Her eyes widened in panic as she stared at him, recognizing him as the customer of her parents who got chased off by her father for trying to short her parents money when buying himself meth. It was obvious to her that the man was going through withdrawals, which was not good for her.

“Your parents owe me my weekly supply girly! Where is it?! Where!” The man screamed in her face, shaking her as he did so. He then let go of her shoulders and turned her around ripping her backpack off before shoving her to the ground. Catching herself on the tree as she fell down, to keep from face planting, she ended up bruising her knees and aggravating her burned hand. She ignored the pain to scramble back to her feet, knowing better from her beatings than to stay on the ground for too long. When Fawn turned around the man was finishing going through her backpack and looked angrier and wilder than before.

The man looked up at Fawn with a glare and began to rush towards her as she tried walking backwards but he caught up, grabbing hold of her wrists tightly in his hands. “Why don’t you have any?! If your parents won’t give me what I deserve and you won’t then I’ll just take you until they give me what they owe me.” He grinned a nasty grin as Fawn froze in fear after reading his lips. She had no idea what to do and she wished someone would notice and help her. She was doubtful though as she had noticed a few cars already drive by and she was still here, alone, dealing with this mad man.

A man unable to cope with life unless under the influence, an addict, was not someone to fear. Not for creatures that spend each and every day surviving and will do whatever it takes to see the next day. To take care of their own. Born in a cruel and vicious world, the predators understand the concept of kill or be killed. Eat or starve. Strength and weakness. Victory can only be obtained if they allow their inner beasts to come out. And they would. Without hesitation.

It was a Thursday afternoon. In an old Toyota Corolla, two boys drove around town on a run. Ashton Lockhart behind the wheel, and his roommate, Lucky Cross, staring out the window in silent contemplation. The sound of knuckles cracking was the only thing that could be heard, since Lucky had a nasty habit of cracking any part of his body that he could when he was sitting around doing nothing. This weekend he had a double shift on Saturday for one of his jobs. Grubhub driver for the Sunshine Diner. One of the many things he had to do to make it out on his own as a teenager with no guardians.

His sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar shape and red, long locks. Along with that oh so familiar form, he noticed an older man, with physical traits that gave away his schtick, trailing behind. “Hey, can we turn here?” By now, Ashton was well aware that Lucky had a new… interest. An obsession, if you may.

Ashton looked over at his coworker, and shrugged his shoulders. “Sure.” He turned the car in the direction that Lucky gestured at and glanced over at him, “is there any particular reason why…? Reina expects me home on time tonight, so whatever we’re doing… let’s make it fast.” Ash didn’t care what they were doing, so long as it was done in a timely fashion. After all, he had a schedule to keep to. “It’s puzzle night.”

It was puzzle night, Lucky.

“That girl…” Lucky paused, choosing his words carefully, “I know her—” The situation was undeniably obvious by the time the car stopped at the curb. By now, Fawn and the meth head disappeared into an alleyway. “—And would hate to see her get hurt.” Because for some reason, her act of kindness and her welcoming warmth drew him in. This instance though? He was pissed. His instincts were set off. “Give me five.” That’s all he needed.

Leaving Ashton in the car, the Hound trailed behind, dark and stealthy among the shadows. The true creature wasn’t the drug addict. It was the man calculating every move, every outcome, every probability that would lead to protecting something that belonged to him. That would lead to her safety and his outraged. That would lead to fear and relief. That would lead to answers.

Why the hell was a meth head approaching her?

Still, he wasn’t completely beastily. If anything, he was more human now than he’s ever been in the halls of BHHS. One thing he had to make sure he didn’t do was scare the girl into hating him. There were still things he didn’t want her to know about him. Too many to list.

Fear. All he needed to do was instill fear and then everything would be taken care of. When Fawn was in a compromising position, where it seemed the stranger was going to do the worst to her, suddenly, very suddenly, the addict gave a choked cry for help as his eyes bulged. He tried to get out of the hold but could not, instead his eyes followed the arm around his neck that reminded him of a noose and saw a face of a young boy, that of only seventeen, restraining him, squeezing the life out of him. “I’m sure you’re pretty familiar with this business, eh?” Lucky’s voice didn’t raise above a whisper.

Words that slithered into the man’s ear who could only let out gasps. “Well, if you do, then you must’ve heard of the Reaper.” Momentarily, Lucky loosened his grip but not loose enough for the customer to run away. Just enough for him to respond.

“W-what the fuck do, do you know ‘bout the—”

Weapons weren’t necessary, but Lucky was prepared if need be. “Do you really want to find out? “ The boy was on an adrenalin high and even if he was keeping things ‘sweet’, he still enjoyed this thoroughly. “Approach her again, in any way, I will deal with you myself, but don’t think for a second I can’t get him to do my dirty work. Got it?” Without waiting for a response, the Hound shifted his hold, releasing the man briefly before bashing his head in with his fist, knocking the man unconscious, who immediately fell on the floor right in front of Fawn.

Not saying a word, or even looking at Fawn, Lucky felt the man’s pockets and took his wallet out. Opening it, he found the ID and took a mental note of the name, address, and other vital deets that would benefit him in the future. He surveyed the body for any clothing that symbolized this man was affiliated with certain… groups. There were none. Okay, so he’s just a druggie.

When he was finished, Lucky stood up, threw the wallet on the ground, and with glaring, cold eyes, he glanced up at the deer in headlights. “Come here.”

She’d been preparing herself for the worst when she was suddenly released from the man’s hold. Her eyes flickered to the arm around the man’s neck and followed it to the body it was attached to, Lucky. Somehow, things had turned for the better for her. Somehow, she had gotten Lucky.

Fawn took a few steps backwards as she watched Lucky and the man, it seemed as though Lucky was speaking to the man based on the man’s facial expressions but she couldn’t see his mouth so she was left clueless. Within moments of his arrival, Lucky knocked the man out, her mind taken back to when they first met. But the memory was shattered when he looked up at her with his cold and glaring eyes. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, she did, but the look caused her to instinctually flinch back. Her own eyes quickly looking to the ground as she followed the order he’d given her. Lucky had accidentally triggered an instinctual response in the small deer. One that caused a minor internal battle as she had to remind herself that Lucky wasn’t her parents. Even if a small voice in the back of her mind asked, ‘What if he is like them?’.

By the time she reached him, Lucky had allowed himself to cool down. Closing his eyes, he took another breath in and then out. Bending in front of her, so she could see his lips and his hands, he revealed the little sign he’s been starting to learn: We’ll talk later. I want to know.

Subsequently, he gently grabbed her hand, the one with the visible marks, finally taking notice of the damages. There weren’t any more words coming out of his mouth as he observed her, pulling her closer to him. All the skin that she showed, he took it in. As if she was on exhibit and he was taking in all her blemishes. Sighing to himself, the boy seemed to understand something but not revealing this new found knowledge. Instead, he swooped her up in a bridal carry, pressing her close to his chest. ”You’re staying with me tonight.”

The deer’s second look at Lucky was better, he was calmer and appeared more gentle. It helped to calm the girl’s instincts enough to not flinch when Lucky brought up his hands when he began to speak to her. She was able to read his lips but his hand movements caused her to furrow her eyebrows. Was he also speaking with his hands?

Fawn was aware of their being an easier way to communicate than her using lip reading and writing on the board but she had no idea how to do it. Nor did she known more than the fact it involved hands. She couldn’t quite remember what it was called, but she never thought it had been important. Seeing Lucky use the suspected communication made her wish she did know though. She simply pushed that thought away though as she observed the boy observing her.

Standing completely still she let him take her injured hand and look at it, then look all over her. The deer wasn’t sure what was happening or why he was doing what he was but she went with it all. A calm, quiet feeling falling over the two. It was shortly broken by a short, small squeak of surprise as Lucky suddenly picked her up. Her eyes barely able to catch his words as he began carrying her to the car he had arrived in. She was staying with him tonight?!

The redhead’s mind raced as she thought of what that could mean for her at home. If her luck continued, her parents wouldn’t ever notice her absence and she’s be fine. If it didn’t continue, well she could only fear the worst. As Lucky set Fawn down in the back of the car her thoughts went away from her parents and home, instead turning to the different possible outcomes that could happen from her going to Lucky’s place tonight. Those thoughts kept her occupied for the whole duration of the time spent in the car with Lucky and his friend, someone who Fawn barely noticed with her preoccupied mind.

CANCELLED.

_{Collab with @Lovely Complex
Wednesday night Flashback}

Wednesday was date night for the couple, just a night they set aside some time to spend some time together as they both could get busy during the week. KC especially had become busier during the week after her Miss Teen America win but she always made sure Wednesday was free or as free as she could get it. Unfortunately this week she had a short radio interview to conduct before the two could really enjoy their night together.

Mitch being the supportive boyfriend he was told her he would come and they could just leave from there for their plans, of course KC still felt bad though. Thus she got her grandma to make some of her famous cheesy potatoes for Mitch seeing as if KC even attempted it she would most likely burn the whole house down. When she gave him the potatoes she probably ensured him 100 times that she wasn’t the one who made them as he had already had the misfortune of trying her cooking once, the one time something of actual substance made it through the process.

The interview went by quickly, the questions for the most part the same as other interviews had been. The girl having to drive the interview herself in a direction she would prefer to talk about instead of simply all the makeup and clothing. KC silently thanked the lord that the swimsuit competition had been removed years prior. Though she enjoyed making the outfits for the competition she didn’t do the competition to be recognized for her looks, she did it to help bring a voice to the things that need a voice. Her monologue made that pretty clear. Yet many interviewers wanted to focus on the superficial parts of the competition, it just meant she had a lot of work to do.

Exiting the room and making her way over to where Mitch was she smiled at him, ready to spend the night with just him. The first thing on the agenda was paintball. Something Mitch had introduced KC to and she’d only really do with him. She enjoyed it but the one time she tried it on her own she got annoyed by guys trying to hit on her or calling her princess due to looking like she wasn’t fit for the activity. That is why she only did it with Mitch, showing up with him kept most people from saying anything to her. Also kept her from almost getting in fights with said people.

“Ready to go?”

Like clockwork. Every Wednesday, they went on a date. Every engagement she had, he kindly offered his support, sitting somewhere secluded with his hoodie on, as he played Candy Crush on his phone. Every time she felt bad, she gifted him. He understood his girlfriend like he understood the depths to cyberspace. She sucked at Chemistry, he easily helped her with that, even if it was a simple boost in her grade within the system. She had two distinct sides, a coin he could easily flip. The princess and the warrior. Beauty in one hand, strength in the other. She thrived in making a difference, speaking out when she thought she should, intervening when she probably shouldn’t, and dreaming big, because her dreams were what separated her from everyone else.

Glittering beads of sweat trickled down his face, Mitch Clark cursed this place that didn’t have their AC on. Fuck the windows being open. AC provided controlled temperatures. He waited, as usual, thinking about the thousand and one things he could be doing, then sitting in this lobby. Thinking about wanting a drink, wanting more food than these cheesy potatoes he finished the moment it was given to him, wanting to be on his supercomputer scanning the jungle of algorithms and hearing the glorious violent beating of his fingers against the keyboard and the spin of his CPU cooler fan. Bored, he was bored, but anything for his girlfriend of two years.

His dark hollow eyes glanced up from his phone, no sign of emotion for a good moment as they locked eyes. To extract the human in him took KC years to work on. That machine he could only control shifted into that one-of-a-kind cheshire grin, wide and open, his white teeth shining in the light, “More like, ready to get your ass kicked?” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and put his arm around her shoulder, starting to direct them to their destination, which was walking distance from this radio station. At least they had that going for them. He looked ahead, always straight ahead, never up to the sky, never down to his feet, always looking at what was in front of him and listening to the sounds around and behind him.

KC rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s comment leaning into him as she let out a laugh, her arm naturally fitting around his waist. “It is so on! I'm finally gonna kick your ass!” she grinned, glancing up at him. Her competitive side showing fully. “So what are we putting on the table tonight? Nothing boring tonight like loser pays for dinner, I need more motivation to win.” Her chocolate eyes held a mischievous glimmer as she raised an eyebrow, curious to what he could come up with.

“Person who wins gets to pick how we fuck tonight.” Crude. As always. “If I win, we’re going back to your place and doing it on Jasmine’s bed. Just sayin. She will never know.” He could’ve done something ten times worse, like they could go full on exhibitionist, but doing it while most of her family was home was a good second.

KC shivered as she thought of everything that could go wrong, mainly Jasmine finding out. She needed to win, she’d like to live to at least 80. “Fine. If I win, I get to try tying you up this time.” She replied nonchalantly.

Shortly after, the couple arrived at the paintball building. Kiara let go of Mitch, leaving his side to pay and retrieve their gear. Within a few minutes she returned to her boyfriend’s side carry everything they needed for the night. “Ready to be dominated for the first time tonight?” Her lips contorted in a wide smirk as she held his gear out to him. From this point on until the game was over, they were enemies. This was war and KC was determined to be victorious.

“You wish, babe. Your ego is going to get so bruised. And y’know, it would suck if that pretty little face of your’s does too, Miss Teen USA.” He purposefully mocked her title because he hated pageant culture. He was allowed to tease. That was a privilege he had as boyfriend!

If there was one thing that he definitely could never get behind, it was how she thought she had to join a ‘pretty’ contest to get her message across. Whatever, he was the boyfriend so he had to support and if she believed he always had her back, things would always be good for them. That was the only way she’d give him any sex anyways. Happy girlfriend, happy life. Or however that saying goes.

Before she put any face gear on, he stole a kiss, biting her bottom lip before releasing her, “I never lose and I won’t lose tonight.” As stoic as he can be, when he was in playmode, his emotions took surface. KC was lucky to witness this more than anybody else he knew.

As always, her boyfriend knew how to tease her. The kiss he stole simply leaving her wanting more as she saw his emotions surface like they did in situations like this. That side of him that she knew better than most, seeing it, getting to experience it, it was more or less a turn on for her. KC loved both sides of her boyfriend, but this side really stole the show.

Biting the same lip Mitch had just bit, KC donned her face gear. The war was on.

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The brunette exited the building with a slight pout, her arms crossed over her chest in defeat. She felt like she had been so much closer to winning that time but, of course, Mitch won in the end. KC wasn’t all that surprised by her loss, but it didn’t mean that her pride didn’t take a hit with each loss. She was competitive, whether against her boyfriend or a stranger she always went all in.

““I’m never gonna beat you at paintball am I?” KC questioned, turning to face Mitch.

“Damn right you’re never going to win!” The blonde grinned widely at his girl, with his egotistical self. “It’s okay, babe. Next time, I’ll go easy on you. Maybe then you’ll stand a chance.” Mitch was terrible at making her feel better after she lost, because well, he liked winning and he would shove it in her face until she can do the same right back. This was how things were and she either loved it or hated it. Depended on the day. Her hellcat always hated it. Her hellcat actually hated everything Mitch did. Cats sensed things and if there was one thing Momo sensed it was Mitch’s lack of empathy for just about everything that wasn’t him. Walking beside her, he rested his hands on his unruly hair, smiling to himself and leading the way to the car.

Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s typical egotistical self, she caught up to her boyfriend trying to keep up with his long strides. The beauty queen sometimes got bothered by his lack of empathy but she was pretty much used to it by this point in knowing him and dating him. There were definitely times where it had caused some slight problems between the two, times when all she wanted was even a little bit of empathy from her boyfriend. He had been improving in the moments when it was more of a critical need in their relationship and really that is all KC could ask for. She wasn’t going to expect him to change, but the fact he would try was enough for her.

“Go easy on me and I will have to kick your ass for real.” KC joked, although she would be slightly upset if he did go easy on her. He wouldn’t do that though. No matter what the two did, if it had any form of competition then they both went full out. A cheeky grin made its way onto the brunette’s face as they reached the car, she stopped and leaned against the door facing him.

“So we going to actually do things in the proper order? Or are we skipping dinner and going straight to dessert like last time? Maybe a taste of dessert before dinner?” KC hand toyed with one of the strings of his hoodie as she tugged on it slightly, beckoning him closer. Her eyes meeting his as she bit her bottom lip, the same lip he had bit prior to their game. The same one that had left her wanting more. She hadn’t forgotten that bit of teasing from earlier, nor his emotions coming to the surface. If there was one thing that turned the beauty queen on, it was seeing that rare side of her boyfriend. Maybe it had to do with the fact that when things got heated between the two, she also saw a bit of the same thing. Right now that isn’t what mattered though, Mitch was the only thing running through KC’s mind right now and she wasn’t gonna just leave where they were without something more than the teasing kiss from earlier.

A toxic way of life this was where sexual advances became their main language. Nothing was done by accident by these two lovers. Especially not Mitch, who did everything he wanted. He preferred lust to love. It kept things worth fighting for. A devious smirk graced his face as he stepped closer to her. Step by step. One foot in front of the other. With total disregard of his surroundings, he lifted her up, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her up close against his chest, while pressing her ass against the car window.

There’s a vulnerability in her eyes he couldn’t resist sometimes, especially when she wanted him so bad. No words were said back. Instead, he firmly pressed his lips against hers and let his tongue slip into her mouth. PDA at its finest and he didn’t care. Taking it to the next level, he let his fingers trail up her shirt… she asked, and so she received but not because it was for her. Oh no. He got far more pleasure out of this and if he felt like it, he could pull away and leave her disappointed. Mitch could move her and that was all that mattered.

A gasp of surprise escaped KC’s mouth as he suddenly lifted her up and pressed her against the car. She then grinned as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him physically closer, her lips and tongue moving with his as soon as they made contact. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one snaking its way into his hair. After a little time of playing with his hair she let her hands trail down his chest and abdomen, leaving them to tease along his waistline. Her mind and body both totally captivated by him.

“Get a damn room!” A stranger yelled off at the distance.

“GET FUCKED!” Mitch pulled his lips off his girl and yelled back at the nobody. What a buzz kill. Like a trophy, he held onto KC and turned their bodies to look at a group of teens, tweens? One being a boy that had the audacity to yell at him. “You wished you had tits like these.” The kids began to say profanities and act a lot older than they were. Rolling his eyes, no longer acknowledging them, Mitch glanced up at KC and smiled, “Let’s finish this on your sister’s bed.”

Kiara rolled her eyes at the interaction between Mitch and the group of teens or tweens. Amusement playing all over her face as she looked to her boyfriend just as he looked at her. She leaned in for a short kiss, this time biting his lip before pulling away. “If I end up dead, just know it is all your fault.”

“I’ll take the blame if it means I get to have some of this.” Mitch took a moment to appreciate her ass by squeezing it, before happily transporting her to the passenger’s seat. Yeah, he was ready.