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Hey all , I am sorry but i must dropout of the rp for the time being as my mother in the hospital I will try to return at a later date so please continue with out me an do what ever is needed with my characters short of killing them.

Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.

Raven
Rich grabbed the teen by his shoulder as the boy was about to exit. He pointed to the gun and held out his hand. Cam quirked an eyebrow but complied nonetheless. The tanned man checked Puppy’s cartridge. Two shots left. He reached into his pocket and fished out another six bullets. Cam better be lucky, because there was no way in hell that he would ever stop do a refill in the thick of battle. MIX then handed Puppy back to the rookie.

“Use the shots sparingly. You only get six hits then you’re done.”

Camron nodded hesitantly as he took back the gun. Six shots? That was not a very comforting thought. How many people can he even hope to incapacitate with just six bullets? Two or three at most. The lad eyed Sela quickly, but the lady in the shimmery black dress was ignoring both of them. Her eyes remained trained ahead; they were staring straight into the darkness. Her paler tanned arms were crossed in front of her chest, and her right foot tapping impatiently. She gripped the boy’s upper arm in a vice-like grip as Camron tried to push pass her.

“Richard, you go in front.”

“Seriously Sel?”

“Yes “mon”. You can be our human shield.”

“What happens to the we will cherish each other.”

“Love, you forgot the most salient point, it is till death do us part.”

Rich faked a sobbed. “I feel so loved.”

“Yeah, yeah. And Cam is our love child.”

Both halves of Love Burns grimaced simultaneously. Sela shuddered at the thought. No fucking way will she ever have such a wimpy son! It definitely helped that Rich felt the same way. They hadn’t had the chance to discuss potential offspring during their short honeymoon, but well, they ought to do so soon. It’s not like they had all the time in the world. The average age of an Asylum is thirty five, and that is if the duo were extremely lucky. She cleared her throat as her husband stepped out of the cave. She faked a smile as she turned back to the scrawny boy.

“No offense, boy. I hope my child will be a more capable Asylum.”

“Erm… none taken?”

“Good.”

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The three Asylums trudged steadily downwards. The tunnel grew dimmer and dimmer by the second. Before they knew it, they were standing on flat ground, in what appeared to be a huge underground cavern of sorts. Rich took off his sunglasses and peered into the impenetrable darkness. He swung out his arm, catching Camron in the stomach. The boy groaned, but the older Asylum quickly clamped his hand over the teen’s mouth. A bright light shone from up ahead. Based on the size of the beam, that had to be either it was the tiniest flashlight Rich had ever seen or it was something else all together. MIX pulled his skateboard free as he pushed the boy back. He brought his arm up to shield his eyes. He could barely make out how many were in the group. His pupils contracted slightly as his eyes began to water. He blinked back the tears till his eyes became accustomed to the light. Soon he noticed a familiar outline - the unmistakable hair up in the bun and the pale skin – yup it was that homewrecking strumpet – or should he say Camron’s partner, Seira.

“Hey! Seira!”

Camron’s enthusiastic greeting was cut short when a loud bang shook the whole cavern. The stream of flames lit up the entire area. The young musician brought his head up from where he lay on the ground. He surveyed her companions as she did the same. He recognized the man in the suit, but who was the other chinky girl? He opened his mouth to ask yet another question. However his partner quickly brought a finger to her lips. He saw it for just a brief moment before the flames died out. He blinked a little as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a reddish-blue glow. Cam looked to his left. He held his breath as his eyes widened in horror. There were men brandishing glowing claymores – so many of them – the six of them were way outnumbered. Oh god! Those men were charging straight at them.

“Don’t just sleep there, idiots! Fight!” Aiden yelled as he got his feet.

Team Love Burns scrambled to their feet. The couple looked at one another. Rich nodded and Sela sighed. This was going to be fun! A flash of black shot forward towards the other two kings. Sela dropped into a low crouch as she swung her fans outwards in a wide arch in front of herself. Her skirt flared out slightly revealing her legs. An evil smile graced her lips. Two stragglers. Perfect. She whistled to attract their attention.

“Over here bitches. Mama has a lil something for you royal pain in the arses.”

“Oi Sel! Where are you manners? We need to show these stuffed shirts some respect.”

Sela snorted in response. She folded her right fan and used it to block the incoming claymore. Red sparks flew from the huge empowered blade. “Back in the kitchen, Rich, where the knives are.”

Rich chuckled as he spiked his bet’leth onto the ground and leaned against the handle. “No wonder you are a lousy cook. You season too conservatively for your own good."
Thanks Camron drives Rich up the damned wall across the ceiling and down the other wall.
Posted finally , sorry for the hold up.
Rich muttered darkly about show offs and egoists as he returned to his beloved gun. He ignored all attempts by the waiters to offer him ice cream. Can’t the idiots see he was busy? Irritated the man gave the latest waiter the finger before returning once more to the task at hand. He forced two similar pieces together, but they slid across one another. He hissed loudly as the sharp edge slit his finger. He cursed under his breath as he examined the cut before bringing his finger to his mouth to suck off the blood. He forced himself to swallow his own blood despite the horrid coppery twang overwhelming his tongue.

“Dickwad! That almost took off a precious digit.”

Sela rolled her eyes as she motioned for the waiter to bring her another bowl of scotch almond gelato. She knew her husband all too well. He refused to even look at Seira because he wanted to be macho. Stupid man won’t even acknowledge that he doesn’t even know how to reassemble the gun from those drips and drabs. Did he really think he can outdo a weapon alteration specialist?

“Stop being a stubborn old man. Ask her to fix.”

Rich mimicked gagging as he stared at his wife. Luckily for her she has a hot butt, or he would have … have done nothing. Damn that sexy lady. Her stupidity can be such a turn off at times. That prissy brat would not understand Puppy like he does. Hell what would she even know about wielding a gun. She looked barely eighteen for Christ’s sake. The girl was nothing more than a bitchy homecoming queen in his eyes.

“No fucking way! The bitch did this in the first place.”

He looked when a shadow fell over head. His eyes met Seira’s black ones. She gave him a sickly saccharine smile as she placed her hands on his shoulders. The half Jamaican brushed the female Asylum’s hands off away and piled on the pieces together before sitting on them. Why wouldn’t these crazy Asylum bitches (his wife included) leave him alone? He crossed his arms and glared. His facial expression fixed like a mask despite the discomfort he felt. Some of those pieces were rather pointy. Awkwardly his eyes trailed down Seira’s legs. Damn, she had really nice legs even though she was rather on the short side.

“Oh no you don’t! You did enough damage for one day,” he snarled.

He shifted uncomfortable as the girl closer. Soon he found himself sitting on the floor as he had involuntarily jerked up when one of the so called sharp pieces pricked through the seat of his pants. She pinned him against the way. They were so close that he could almost smell her perfume. The artificial candy scent made him wrinkle his nose. That smell was anything, but sexy. He tried to scowl in defiance as the woman kissed his jaw bone teasingly before she left a trail of kisses. What the fuck! Now she is kissing his cheek too. Sel is so gonna murder them both. His eyes widened a little as she began twirling one of his cornrows round her finger. He continued shifting uncomfortably as he felt his body temperature rise. A soft click made him jerk his head to the side. Seira laughed as she held Puppy teasingly in front of him.

“That wasn’t so hard now… was it?”

“God damn it!” Rich growled in frustration as he pushed pass the Asian vixen.

Tricking a man like that was not cool. Rage and embarrassment roiled inside. Rich stormed over to his wife and grabbed her hand. He felt her try to tug her hand loose. It was a half-hearted protest. She began following him round the corner. The dirty glare she gave the little slut made him smirk. His woman had his back. No doubt about that. He wanted to kiss her right then and there, too bad she was a little too stiff to be a proper exhibitionist.

“I want to kill that little … umph… umph….”

Rich crushed his lips against Sela’s paler ones to silence her. What he needed now was a little romp among the sheets and not some lady’s bitching. He could feel her literally relaxing in his arms. He rubbed his nose against hers.

“I still think the other women are ugly.”

MIX laughed. “If you say so Sel! I, on the other hand, think that red headed punk had a nice cleavage.”

With that Mr. Prentice kissed his missus again before she could start arguing with him. Nothing was hotter than dragging an angry wife to bed. He closed his eyes as he attempted to teleport them to the nearest bedroom. The half British smiled as he pushed his wife down onto the bed. A nice, long apology was in order.

“Sel, only you drive me up the wall. All the fucking time.”
Sela brushed her off the dust from her dress. She fished out her compact and began studying herself in the cracked mirror. A slight brush of the hair and reapplying some lipstick made everything perfect once more. LIV ignored the boy’s rambling. There was no way she was going to try and talk over the kid, because that means she would be practically shouting. Sela concentrated. She waited for a moment before concentrating again. This time she was practically staring in Rich’s direction. She raised a thin, well-shaped eyebrow. Nope the problem wasn’t from her end. It didn’t appear to be coming from his side either. He wouldn’t dare block her like that.

“Kid, you need a psychiatrist.” Rich muttered.

“Just a psychiatrist? I suggest we book the undertaker as well.”

“Tsk. Still testy tonight?”

Sela rolled her eyes. “Alchemy is a no go. This will be a chore.”

“What about the kid?”

Rich backed away as his wife approached him. His instinct told him that he won’t like what she was about to do. Nothing good ever happens when she smiles like that. NOTHING. Not even when he proposed. He felt his back come against the rough stone wall, and he promptly slid down. Sela grabbed hold of his coat lapel and pulled it towards her. What!

“STOP!” He yelled desperately.

Too late. Rich felt Puppy leaving its holster. He crossed his arms as he watched that traitorous wife of his sashay her way towards the teen. Bitch! Stealing his best weapon and giving it to that whelp. He could have sworn this was her way of one upping him in retaliation. He sighed as he heard the teen exclaim happily. He prayed the boy shoots himself in the face. He didn’t even move as a bullet buried itself in the wall inches from where his ear was.

“WHAT THE FUCK! Kid gimme back the gun.”

“Rich, shut it. He has good aim.”

“Good aim my arse. He almost put a bullet through my head.”

“Actually I was aiming for that spider beside you.”

Rich looked to the side and saw the remains of the poor insect. He covered his face with his hand and sighed once more. When this is over, he shall personally march that hare brained kid to the nearest psychiatric office and lock him there.

“So I see,” he replied sarcastically.
sorry my post is done but as RYver said she is putting a little polish to it.
Team Love Burns

Love Burns continued up the passageway. They opted to travel the bomb shelter passage way so they can bypass the cafeteria. The couple wanted to keep a low profile because there were so many hostile teams around. The whole situation was setting off alarm bells in their head. As they neared one of the side exits, they heard muffled voices coming from the other side. Rich pressed his ear against the cool metallic surface of the door and motioned for Sela to remain quiet. The smartest thing to do right now was to figure out who the other players were before they strike once again. A sharp, clear peal echoed within the confined space of the bomb shelter.

“Camron!”

"Either there is a battle going on or someone is throwing one hell of a Rave." Rich quipped offhandedly as he pulled back. His ears were ringing because of the intensity of the scream. Damn the teenaged wench. How many teeny boppers does A.M.R.O keep on their payroll anyway?

Sela rolled her eyes. “Hopefully someone breaks out the ice and the rest get doped up. I love it when things are nice and easy.”

“Cleanup is about as boring as boring can be…”

“I rather have less notoriety. I bet no one will trust us if they knew what we are doing.”

Rich shrugged. His wife always erred towards the cautious side. Not a silly thing to do really since being an Asylum wasn’t all about blood and gore. There were a lot of hidden politics going on, and they weren’t that privileged to be in the know. The half-Brit brushed his one against the surface of the door and yelped.

Sela could hear the clinking of the beads in his hair as her husband swore furiously. The metallic surface of the door clanged loudly as he kicked again and again. The denting blows cut off parts of the ongoing conversation. All she could deduce was Lizard made an appearance, and the bastard had betrayed them. Figures. You can never trust another Silencer or Sniffer. They were a sleazy bunch, and too god damn cocky.

The last kick forced the door open as Rich tumbled up. Reacting quickly the man grabbed Puppy and pressed it against the young Asian girl’s head. She was what he needed to work off his pent up frustration. He smirked as he released the safety catch. It was his lucky day. A.M.R.O. had sound proof the entire corridor so no one heard the racket he was making inside.

“I think not,” Seira replied calmly.

“What’s with the ace… Wait! What! What stop!” Rich yelled flamboyantly as his favorite pistol began falling apart. His mind did a double take. Oh mai GAWD! He had totally forgotten this girl was the weapon alteration specialist. Fucker!

The man snorted. “Bitch!”

He yanked the old Switch-a-roo from behind. That teeny bopper is so gonna die. No one, fucking no one, not even his wife, messes with Puppy. That was his precious baby for crying out loud. Rich had just transformed it into the bat’leth when suddenly someone popped out of the wall quite literally. A blondie followed by yet another chinky. He dropped his weapon which immediately snapped back to form a skateboard. Rich barely jumped out of the way in time. It pissed him off even more. He could have lost his leg.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! You teeny boppers are sprouting everywhere scaring the shit outta me.”

He felt someone touch his shoulder. Rich froze. The hand patted his shoulder in a soothing fashion. Based on the amount of strength going into that awkward motion, he deduced that the person was male and not his lovely wife.

“That’s a good nigger. Ice cream would make you feel better. I hope I don’t have to explain what it is though, since I doubt you can afford it.”

“Boy, do you know who you are talking to?” He asked tersely.

Camron stopped patting Rich’s shoulder. “Blade’s fugly stunt double?”

Sela blocked the punch her husband threw at the boy with one of her fans. A small stream of blood trickled down the side of his hand. He flicked the injured hand once before mumbling darkly to himself. The senora chuckled. Her hubs always loses sight of the bigger picture when his temper gets the better of him. She heard the other teams already declaring their allegiance to the Chrono and her red undertaker. The dark queen fanned herself coyly as she directed her wanton gaze at the pale Vladimir.

“You know what, I would like to call. I am sure our cards are much better than what A.M.R.O. has at the moment.”

“My cocky dear bitch since when were you ever lucky when it comes to Poker?” Rich asked cynically. He took the pain to enunciate every word clearly to make his crisp British accent more marked.

Sela stepped on his foot. “Leave the betting to me. You can’t even win when playing UNO.”
Fixed my earlier post and posted it sorry for the hold up.
I posted , sorry its on the short side, did not really have much to play off for my team so i moved them where they could be dragged into the action. I felt it best i just play it cautious and move to where i could be pulled into the action and go from there.

Have fun and please not too rough. lol
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