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    1. Zahir 8 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Current The rp's you join just die and you yell 'no' internally because they would be amazing if started
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8 yrs ago
When you try to create a Wolf's Rain, based roleplay then remember barely anybody has watched that anime... Fails sat making first group rp on the guild.
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8 yrs ago
[@Wade Wilson] Sorry for the retarded qoute. . .
8 yrs ago
Distance doesn't seperate people. . .silence does - Jeff Hood
8 yrs ago
"A man admiring another man's beauty isn't gay it makes him Austrian" - Marilyn Manson
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Carter wandered into the office as he held a cream coloured file with four distinct news details in its walls. He seemed focused on what he was really. Being the control panel or the speaker for the Resistance Radio wasn't always jump through a hoop then get thrown a biscuit or a bone. As Carter looked at the pages of the reports. He then placed himself in a chair as he leaned in it propping his feet on the table. At the moment he didn't know where anybody else was and as he scanned round the room he seemed a bit hopeless. The team of the Resistance Radio was usually always here and for some reason out of the blue they all scattered it seemed like. Having a pipe placed in between his lips. His left hand came up and held onto the wood. "Mhm..." He mumbled as he kept reading. Carter then removed the pipe from his lips. "Interesting...interesting." He repeated as he scanned his eyes up and down the papers. Four reports all interesting and they had to at least pick one to broadcast. Carter then set the papers down onto the desk where he found them in the first place he was returning them now. He then pulled his feet off from the desk then stood up. Placing the pipe back into his mouth he puffed it a few more times as he started walking out of the room.

Carter usually has a thick British accent when he talked looked around. Speaking as what was on his mind. "Where the bloody hell is the Scotland yard?" He questioned as he peaked his head out of the office puffing on his pipe a few more times. Just like an old animated cartoon character that is based off from Sherlock Holmes or something. He always called the Resistance Radio Team the Scotland yard for an odd reason. Though it was more of an inside joke he made at dinner one night with everybody. From that day on he preferred to them as the 'Scotland Yard' or 'Little Army guys'. He enjoyed making a joke once in awhile even if it was one of the stupidest jokes you would ever hear. Carter tried his best to cheer up everyone when he could.
@Salrynn I hope others are interested too. Because this seems like a cool rp concept.
@olcharlieboiAh, alright. Thank you for pointing that out. I'll change it.
-Jumps onto the Interest horse- We shall ride!

No...This seems really interesting, though.
I'm interested and I filled out a character sheet. . . Tada! ~




This concept seems really eye spotting.
@WrongEndoftheRainbow Your concept seems pretty intriguing. Here's my character.



@Shadow007 Ah, that sounds horrible. But, more pay for you so, kinda good thing . . .~question mark?-

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Listening to what the female had to say he was very respectful as he nodded his head to her words. "The only victims accounted have been children. So, no. Teenagers and adults are not in the victim range." followed by a glare then he smirked at her and chuckled a little as she glared at him. He didn't take anything by it. Though he cocked his head in another direction showing that the glare meant nothing to him. He then started walking round a bit. Waiting for the others to get their information. Tariq was ready to go out and solve this case and try to get home safely. . . If not he knew he could die and he sighed as he thought about it bringing back memories of past situations. Tariq knew Isa didn't know what happened between him and Emory and she had to part in it either. Tariq didn't want anybody know about the emotional past.

300 victims…
More and more victims have been arising as of late…


Tariq had pain twirl in his chest as he listened to the female's words. He hated hearing about children becoming hurt...especially somebody murdering children for their own sick and twisted pleasure. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as his hands turned into fists. He knew this pain wouldn't ever get numb...or would it? His mind was racing as he was trying to think of things about the situation and listening to the female for every word she had to say and listening to everyone else's questions and statements. He was getting as much information as he could out of this case.

The instrument to gouge out the eyes was indeed a fork due to the certain pattern tongs make in flesh… His eyes closed tightly together as he imagined the situation happening and he shook his head a he opened his eyes. Tariq seemed expressionless now. He hated thinking about children's pain....such innocent creatures that shouldn't ever have to go through something like that.

Tariq then heard the words of 'let's split up' nodding his head he then approached the male's Athos and Felix the two guys he goes with on every mission that are on his team. Tariq smiles at them as he has grown somewhat fond of them both as he has worked with them for a little while now. "Hello you two." Tariq smiles at them as he stood there both hands in his pockets as he looks at them. He seemed more happy around these two as he smiled at them. "What do you think about this case?" he questioned with the raise of an eye brow.
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