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Join Date: Apr 2010
Location: Twilight Zone
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"why does everyone give me money." he said. he tossed the wallet away to Raze. "i don't want money, i want change." he turned his took off his pointed hat and ran his hand through his hair. in the dim light could be seen his face paint. he did not know whether she would recognize her or not. he had been recorded as a serial killer but he didn't own a tv so he didn't know if they had a picture of him or not. he did not think it mattered because she was a mutant and he wouldn't hurt her. but he would rather she did not over react. he put his hat back on and continued to beg. "change. i need it, you need it, this world needs it... please help me. could i please have some change."...
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Master Chief's Windex
Join Date: May 2010
Location: Here, there, everywhere!
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Wolf lay in his bed, thinking about his failed search, there had been something odd about that beggar, he thought he recognized him from somewhere. More importantly though was that kid, something had been wrong with their mouth. He decided to give it a second try, tomorrow.
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Cingal's Collar
Join Date: Oct 2009
Location: Where you live.
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Raze took the wallet, listening to the strange rantings of the begger. She realized he was insane, and his face was somewhat familiar, but she ignored it, and looked in the wallet. She inhaled sharply as she saw the face of the man she had taken the aspirin from earlier. She clapped the wallet shut almost instantly, and glanced around, despite the man already being gone. She felt paranoid now, and she wondered exactly who had given the insane begger nthe wallet. She finally gave up, and set the wallet-minus ID-in her pocket, before setting her head on her arm, and her arm on the ground. It wasn't too cold of a night, and she fell asleep.
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First started RPing in October 2009, back then I was one of the worst you'd see grammar-wise. Now in less than a year, I've progressed to be one of the best RPers here. I'm not the most original guy around, but if I get in the mood, I can create posts the God of Literature would be proud of. Along the way I've insulted I've pretended to be female I've become a super perverted guy and I've gained the ability to curse without limit. If I say motherF-er it is simply exclamation.
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Join Date: Apr 2010
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Scarecrow stopped begging and looked at the girl who had fallen asleep. what have you done then? he asked himself. ah well. he got up and tossed the cup aside and picked up the girl gently and without waking. i will give you a good place to sleep...
he took her to his place and laid her on his bed. his apartment was rather nice compared to his appearance. in fact it was very nice. it was big and fancy. actually it was a studio. in an upstairs room of the studio is his workshop. he put his jacket on the coat stand and walked to the living room. he was now in his black cloths. they weren't incredibly tight but they were like those types of cloths. the were hard to explain. he stood at the large window overlooking city. it was a nice city. he yawned. i guess i had better go to sleep too. he laid on the couch and slid his hat over his face. he fell asleep and dreamed of a girl. a girl name Katie. the girl he had loved... Last edited by Screenfox; 05-23-2010 at 11:50 AM. |
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Cloud's Hair Spray
Join Date: Jun 2009
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Kat sat in the bedroom of her three room apartment examining maps of Chicago and the surrounding suburds. Wherever she goes, Kat always keeps tabs on all the Sweepers she knows of in the area. Knowing what the Sweepers were doing helped her avoid them and make sure that none of them knew she was in the area. She was also watching where all the mutants and taboos were in the area.
She had been interested in a specific area where there were a handfull of mutants and a Sweeper that had recently been crossing paths with one another. she'd have to be more carful if over in the area. |
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Sonic’s Milkshake
Join Date: Apr 2009
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[[Screenfox, remember to type in correct color. Also all sweepers I added a Disguise fake occupation: to the character sheet, please go edit you character sheet, i would prefer this, or clarify with in the next post. And I added a few details into the sweeper description, all it says is that all sweepers know and communicate with each other, its systematic.]]
***Sunrise*** Ashlen was already awake laying in bed when the quiet Beep beep...beep beep... of her watch alarm went of. She pressed the tiny button on the side of her black watch to make it stop. She slithered out of bed and into her large bathroom. She did her morning program, shower, get dressed, brush teeth, so on, so on. Once Ashlen was done getting dressed she went to her expensive bedside table and opened the dark rich oak draw. The draw contained three full clips, a fully loaded pistol in a holster, three throwing knives in a case that strapped around her lower belly, a cellphone and an army switch blade. Her UPS uniform that she stole was a perfect disguise the slightly baggy brown pants hid the hand gun she strapped to her waist and the switch blade in her pocket, the cellphone in the other, also the loose shirt hid the knives strapped around her stomach. Once Ashlen was equipped she paced into her kitchen to make her usual breakfeast, an apple, toast, and bacon. As she let the bacon sizzle in the frying pan she looked over her "to do" list neatly printed and hung on the cork board on the wall of the kitchen. The clean snow white paper read: --------------------------------------------------------------- "To Do" List [X] Get disguise, fake ID, and fake work papers. [X] Eliminate Amaya Cross. [X]Form sweeper team. [X] Form profiles on wanted mutants and eliminated mutants. [X] Profile Ami Cross. [X] Report a missing child alert on Ami Cross in 48 states. [X] Find a trail hinting on Ami Cross' where abouts. [X] Locate what city Ami was last in. [ ] Eliminate Ami Cross. --------------------------------------------------------------- There was only one box left un-marked and Ashlen cursed herself for it, she couldn't even track down a worthless fifteen year old mutant. Pitiful! Ashlen thought. She then proceeded to eat her morning breakfast. After she devoured her food she fished her cell phone from her pocket and dialed 401-285-0696. The phone rang a couple times until a husky voice answered "Hello". "Wolf. Any new leads?" Particularly on a little freak sister of mine.. she thought bitterly.
~~~ Ami woke (sometime during the night she had manged a deep sleep) during morning rush hour. Car horns were blaring, people were cursing out their windows, the sidewalks were filled with all sorts of people, people were chatting and laughing as they passed the Alleyway Ami had curled up in. The normal people usually didn't scare her but it was consuming of waking up to so much so she quickly [climbed to her feet and rushed to the very back of the alleyway where a fire escape ladder was in her reach. Ami jumped, her fingers barley caught the last rung of the ladder and she began to pull herself up. She finally reached the top of the roof, she couldn't see the city from the roof top through the think smog but it was still a lovely relief from the hustle and bustle down below. Ami stretched her arms out and smiled. Today is going to be a pleasant day day she thought, right before her stomach roared. Jinx... A gnawing hunger rose from her stomach and started to give her a massive headache. Ami shoved her hand in her left pocket to find a empty mint wrapper, a couple dimes, a string, and a dollar. Nothing edible there, maybe she could bye something. She then checked her right pocket and found a quarter and lint. Ami let out a loud sigh, she had to go back down into the busy crowd below or wait on the roof with the painful hunger. I'll wait... she kicked the tip of her shoe on the ground and tried to push the feeling of being bloated with food in her head but, it didn't work, it never did, the power of thought or feeling pushing only worked on other people. Last edited by MA-anna; 05-23-2010 at 04:30 AM. |
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Join Date: Apr 2010
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Scarecrow woke to the rise of the sun. he sat up and walked to the kitchen where ha started to make breakfast. he warmed up the stove and gingerly cracked two eggs over a pan. he sat down some slices of bacon in another pan and took out some toast to put in the toaster when it was time to do so. the heat grew so he took off his hat and placed it on a chair. his ruffled light brown hair was messed up and unkempt. he cut up some apples for his specialty breakfast recipe. he whistled as he worked and wondered if the aroma would wake the friendly girl still sleeping in his bed...
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